We met, as people tend to do, at a bar. Nothing special. I must have looked kind of down sitting alone because she just walked right up and sat down in front of me. I felt a connection instantly, but she would say that was cheesey bullshit. What we talked about isn't really important because we talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Just random glossing over crap, many subjects but didnt delve into anything deep. She just said I looked lonely and like I could use some company. She told me her name was Veronika. With a K. Yeah, I know. As she went to leave, she handed me a card and asked me not to look so down next time we crossed paths.

Now I know what you're thinking, right? It was her number. No, it wasn't. It was a business card to something called S-girl. Just a company name, a website and a phone number. Well I checked out the website as soon as I got home. I'm no fool, I trust my instincts and I knew she was something special. Well, it turns out S-girl is a hook up website. No, not a dating website, a hook up site. Just a sweet and simple fuck, no strings, no contact from that point forward. You just call or post on the site and are given a place to meet someone, or give your own place that someone can meet you. No names, no personal info.

So, I figure this is my best chance to meet mystery girl again, not to mention spice up my life at this point. I had no contacts in a pretty new to me city, I wasn't involved in the queer comunity at all. Worth a shot, either way. I've been doing this for a year now. Don't get me wrong, I've met some beautiful, smart, confident, badass women. Still, my mistery lady had yet to show up. Where was she, why this card? There must be thousands of women using this company throughout the city! I just was starting to feel like it was time to give up. And, as all things tend to, she showed up when I least expected it.

Usually I set the place, so that I have everything ready to go. Since this is an absolutely no strings attached type of deal, protection is a must. Everyone has their stash of latex or preferred material gloves and dental dams galore. There is also a not spoken rule excluding toys on the premise of the "more natural first time experince" or some such nonsence. I was just more comfortable setting up my own atmosphere. This time, however, feeling jaded I had decided to just go the fast route and join someone else. When I knocked on 412, lo and behold, it was her. I'm sure my eyes were round as quarters, and to my surprise, so were hers. There were no words.

I slammed the door shut and grabbed on to her, pulling her close. All the plans I had, everything I wanted to say flew out the window. I breathed her in while I pressed my lips hard against hers. I backed her up and when her knees hit the bed, we both tumbled into it. I desperately reach for her belt while she takes off her shirt. I rushed my hands over her body, touching everything thats exposed. Sliding her jeans over her slim hips, i trail kisses down her abdomen. I'm trying not to rush, but she's just so damn perfect. i stroke the inside of her thigh as I kissed her wonderful small breasts. She pressed against me and looked into my eyes. Burning.

After we are done, we get dressed. The usual deal. But, I do something a little different. As I go to walk out the door, I reach my hand in her back pocket and kiss her cheek.

"Let's do this again sometime." I say as I walk out without looking back. I have slipped a note in her pocket that I've been carrying around for a whole year.

Call me

843-229-****

Kameron, with a K