Speed dating websites

Shiro paused, hands still on the keyboard. He shook his head, and emptied the search bar.

Sugar daddy dating sites

He grimaced, but hit enter anyway.

There were only four days left to get a date, and he had quickly discovered that real-life dating was absolutely useless in such a short amount of time. This seemed to be his best (last) option.

He clicked the first result, too disgusted to even read the name of the site.

The top of the page was pink and frilly as hell, and Shiro's expectations dropped even more, if possible. He scanned over the site as quickly as possible.

There was a small, continually-scrolling set of photos along the bottom of the page, profile photos, with the caption New Babies! and the exact time they had joined.

God, he felt perverted just looking at this.

He let the photos scroll as he tried to hide part of his face in his metallic hand, when a new profile began to cross the screen.

Before he knew what he had done, he scrambled to click on it.

The photo was of a person's back, which was not only odd, but the most attractive back Shiro had ever seen.

Their waist was thin, but not pinched, and rested between curved hips and beautiful shallow shoulder blades. Their frame was willowy, but still somehow strong, and they had their hands slightly extended, showing off delicate, thin wrists and hands. Their hair was braided, and pulled over one shoulder, so he couldn't really see how long it was, but the simplicity and elegance of the photo compelled Shiro to scroll through a few more before even reading their profile.

If this person could fake being half as elegant as that photo in real life, he was ready to make an account then and there.

The next photo made him completely forget any of his previous perverted queasiness. The person was wearing only underwear, which should not have been as classy as it was.

Their frame was still lovely and soft and thin, but they were sitting in a windowsill, and the photo captured only the smallest amount more than a silhouette. Their breasts were quite prominent, but not excessive, and were held in place by a balconette bra made of a sea foam green lace. They were wearing large over-ear headphones, and their hand was holding the green-lighted disc in place, obscuring their face, but catching those lovely hands in the light.

There seemed to be a cup of tea on the sill next to them, a spoon resting inside, and one of their legs hung down towards wooden flooring.

Almost greedily, he clicked to the next photo.

They were in the same sill, but on the other side, with a flat chest and a lace handkerchief hanging lazily from the limp hand. The headphones were down around their neck, and the spoon was hanging lazily from their mouth.

Shiro was shockingly envious of the person behind the camera of these photos, he thought as he moved on.

Either they were the world's smallest person who was not a dwarf, or they were laying in the world's largest bed.

Either way, they were surrounded by a puffy white comforter, laying in the center of tastefully folded wrinkles, their wrists crossed above their head, and their cheek resting on their upper arm. Their face was serene, and their eyes were open, inquisitive, but restful. Their nose was like a little fairy's, and their jawline followed suit. They had the smallest pout, and the freckles dotted across their cheeks made tiny golden constellations. Shiro could only see about half of their face, with the rest pressed against their arm. Their legs were pulled up, and their feet were pointed- in pointe.

They had soft green pointe shoes laced carefully against their ankles. Could they actually dance ballet?

Shiro hoped so; he couldn't dance at all!

He clicked over to the next picture.

They were fully clothed and fully in frame, but their face was still obscured behind a handheld gaming system. They didn't seem to know the camera was there; they were lounging in an overstuffed leather chair, tucked into themselves neatly.

There was a little green alien on their sweater, and they were wearing high tops with galaxies printed on, skinny jeans cuffed halfway up their calves.

Shiro looked down at his own star-printed sweater.

That was all the convincing he needed.

He left the photo gallery and glanced over the profile description.

Name: Pidge

Age: 19

Size: Whut

I'm just a college student trying to earn some extra cash. I don't do weird crap, and I'm not interested in a serious relationship or anything like that. If you like talking about aeronautics, astrology, or anything to do with technology, you've got my interest. I know how to handle myself in professional and casual settings, even if I'm a bit anxious. I suppose if you're interested in someone who's only there for looks, I can do that quite well, too.

I'm somewhere in the middle, but if you prefer someone who is overtly masculine or overtly feminine, just let me know. I can do either. I'm rather flexible ;)

Shiro laughed softly.

Well, he was sold.

Setting up an account was almost concerningly easy; they didn't even ask for his age after he clicked the 'Daddy' option. The site tried to make him list interests and match him to other people, but he had only signed up for this 'Pidge' profile, so he skimmed as quickly as he could, filling most of the answers with keyboard smash and finishing as quickly as he could.

He found Pidge's profile again and sent an interest, and then immediately went back to fix his own profile page, hoping they wouldn't check in before he was done.