FoxBabe20: Oh. I’m fine. Just wanted to say hi. :)
KillerClown4u: Little Fox. Don’t lie to me.
My heart gives a painful squeeze the same way it does every time he calls me that.
KillerClown4u: Seriously. Don’t lie. You won’t like the consequences.
What?Does he think that’s a deterrent? Feeling slightly better already, I grin and lean back in my chair. I feel like a teenage girl texting her first crush. It’s ridiculous, but oh well, there it is.
FoxBabe20: That depends on what the consequences are…
KillerClown4u: I’m not playing with you, Little Fox. Tell me what’s bothering you. Now.
My pussy clenches as I read his text. See, this is what I’m talking about. It’s just a text. He could be anyone, anywhere. He could be a woman for crying out loud! I could be getting catfished. Yet, one vague threat, and I’m in a pile of goo for him. Shaking my head, I decide to just try honesty for once. Maybe if I give him this, he’ll be more forthcoming with me.
FoxBabe20: Let’s play a game. I promise to give you what you want, but you have to play with me first.
This time, his message doesn’t come right away, and the immediate bout of regret that fills me makes me woozy. I shouldn’t have tried to be cute and quippy. I shouldn’t have tried to get information out of him. I shouldn’t have—
KillerClown4u: I’ll play with you anytime you want, Little Fox.
Ah, hell. Now my hard nipples have joined the chat. My heartbeat picks up as I type out my reply, unsure where this is going to go.
FoxBabe20: A question for a question. I’ll answer whatever you want to ask, but you have to do the same. And given your history of brushing me off, I get to go first.
Again, his pause is lengthy. The overwhelming anxious reaction that pause causes inside of me, should have me questioning my sanity. It’s too soon for me to care what he has to say or what he thinks.He’s a stranger,I repeat, hoping to force some sense into myself. I’ve just gotten the majority of my faculties back when he replies, and just like that I’m back to being the nervous, loved-up preteen again.
KillerClown4u: I accept your terms, but you have to accept mine in return.
FoxBabe: Okay….I’ll bite.
KillerClown4u: Don’t talk about biting, Little Fox, you’ll distract me.
KillerClown4u: A question for a question, a fact for a fact, but with limits. Tell me, sweetling. What’s your safe word?
I swallow thickly, and I swear, my eyes bug out of my head as I read and reread his text. For one, he sounds like a lawyer when he speaks. I’ve yet to decide if I like it or not, since I don’t date lawyers for a reason. For two…this just went from zero to motherfucking sixtyreal quick.
What do I say? The only safeword I’ve ever used was with Oscar, and it was red but for some reason, that just doesn’t feel right. With him, I feel like it should be different—special.
KillerClown4u: Don’t overthink it. What makes you feel safe?
I answer without thought or pause.
FoxBabe20: You.
Oh, no. Why? Why did I even say that? Oh my god, this is humiliating. He probably thinks I’m insane.
I’m five seconds from throwing my phone out of the window when he responds, and I’m not too proud to admit that I squeal like a little girl and flip my phone over so I can’t see what he’s said. Holy crap, I have never, and I meannever,been on such an emotional rollercoaster over a man, especially not one that I’ve literally never fucking met.
After counting to fifty and breathing so deeply, I almost make myself pass out. I slowly flip my phone back over and read the message with one eye.
KillerClown4u: Then it’s settled. Your safeword is Kill. If you want or have to skip a question, use your word. Mine is Poe.
Just like that. No questions, no complaints, no,you’re a clingy psychopath, get lost.Just…okay. Already, I’m spotting the differences between this stranger and my ex, whom I spent over a year loving. My heart slows to a semi-normal pace, and a wide, giddy smile practically splits my face in half.
FoxBabe20: But I already call you Kill since I don’t know your name. How many skips do we get?
KillerClown4u: Let’s say ten skips. If we need to reevaluate down the road, we will.