He’ll say ‘no’.
He’ll say ‘yes’ but be as enthusiastic about it as he is about clearing debris from a drain with his bare hands.
He’ll tell me he wants to take me back home even though it’s 7 am and we just arrived at the restaurant. When I take him up on his offer, he’ll tell me they were just empty words.
He’ll joke with me about ball gags, but when I respond with too much comfort, he’ll tell me he’s not really a kinkster.
He’ll have a ball gag in the back of his car next to some rope and a pair of pliers, but on the drive home, he’ll change his mind so we’ll go out for coffee instead.
He’ll drive me all the way home, but when he hears my limits, he’ll think I’m as vanilla as his great aunt Mabel.
He’ll think my limits make me edgy, but in that ‘what the fuck?’ kind of way.
He’ll respect my limits but think that I’m too measured to satisfy his sadistic side.
He’ll respect my limits but while he’s fucking me, he’ll look out at the grey, grey sky and wonder what he’ll do for lunch.
He’ll stay for lunch but disappear in a mad rush when he finds out I’m not as intriguing as he thought I was.
He won’t call me for six days.
He’ll say ‘yes’. He’ll take me home at 7 am with a ball gag in the back of his car next to some rope and a pair of pliers. On the way home, he’ll use his bare hands to clear away the debris of underwear and stockings so that he doesn’t need to wait any longer than necessary to fuck me once we get through the door. He’ll respect my limits. Afterwards we’ll stare at the grey, grey sky through the living room window and wonder what we’ll do for lunch. I’ll ask him if he wants to go out. He’ll say ‘no’. We’ll order in and he will be intrigued by all the things he hadn’t known about me before he’d driven me home. He’ll disappear to pick up a change of clothes and return in a mad rush before the night falls. He’ll stay for six days.