Internet Secrets
I was on a site and saw a nice thread. He was asking for dares but, wait, wait a minute! His writing style, I seen that writing.
Was I right, was it him? Well, there was one way to find out. He wanted hidden public, he was going to get it.
I typed a dare, “In the morning, go to the nearest store with your buttplug in and a wedgie that is able to be seen, and before buying something, go to the bathroom and moan as loud as you can while orgasming.
After that, buy some extra small condoms.” To make sure it was him, I needed him to say something weird, little did he know, I was going to be the only one at the store tomorrow. I needed the overtime.
“Tell the cashier, It is hard to get my boyfriend off, he isn't in to dicks as small as mine.”
I went and clicked on his profile while waiting for a response, I saw three albums. He has two on private.
I knew he wasn't going to accept a friend request as he was very strict who he accepted so I looked on the public album.
The room, it was familiar, orange walls, the handwriting which said “Whore.” I remembered something;
I was helping him after a break up, and I wanted to go swimming. “Ahh, no thanks.” He said as his face was red and he sweated more water than a pool could get on him.
“But, you love swimming!”
“Yeah but, I have jeans on.”
“When did that stop you before?”
“I got to go.” He ran. Little did he know, as he ran, his shirt came up, and I saw what I thought at the time was a tramp stamp saying Whore.
It could be him.
I went to sleep after turning my laptop off.
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