The Arcade (Dirty 1st Dates)

by Harley Laroux

Aiden had never seemed shy. Quiet, yes, but in a thoughtful, stoic way. Tall, pierced, and tattooed, his presence alone usually spoke for him, and it could be pretty damn intimidating. That intimidating look was exactly what drew me, since I knew he wouldn’t judge my own weirdness.

It looked sleek - and fast. When he opened the door for me and I settled in, his tinted windows and racing seats gave me the feeling that I’d sat down in a spaceship. And I was right: it was fast, zipping down the city streets as Aiden shifted effortlessly through the gears, talking to me all the while.

Ugh! Nothing hotter than a man and a gear shift 🥵

But I kept getting distracted by his hand gripping the gear shift. Long tattooed fingers, some sporting thick silver rings, and pale blue veins bulging under his skin...I couldn’t help it that visions of that hand wrapping around my throat kept popping into my head.

Facts baby! We love a good gear shift

We got seats at the bar in the adjacent bowling alley; he drank a beer while I sipped a vodka tonic, and we split a plate of nachos between us.

The bloating that would occur if I drank tonic water and ate arcade nachos!! That’s a date ender bruh. I’d be shitting my pants before I even finish my drink

I did have a Twitter: it wasn’t under my name and it definitely wasn’t something I told anyone about. The account was solely an outlet for my horny thoughts - and, yes, my nudes. I never showed my face, but the exhibitionist rush of posting my body for strangers to see never failed to make my heart beat faster. It was a safe way to word-vomit my kinky thoughts into the world without having my friends look at me like I was a complete freak, and without having to make myself be brave enough to ever speak to a date about it in person.

downed the rest of my drink. I was going to need the liquid courage. “So you, uh...you looked at the whole account?” He smiled, his chin resting on the palm of his hand and his thumb rubbing idly along his lower lip. “You look really cute when you’re embarrassed, Violet. Wiggling in your seat like you don’t know what to do with yourself, barely looking at me. If it makes you feel any better, your secret is safe with me. We all need an outlet.” My shoulders relaxed slightly at his promise. “But to answer your question, I looked at a lot of your content. I’ve followed you on there for a while. Your horny posts are really hot, to be honest.”

this is my worst nightmare and my wettest dream

“You like that kind of stuff?” I asked tentatively, trying to keep my voice low. My hands were pressed firmly on my lap, and I could feel my panties’ dampness against my thighs. “I do,” he said, and pulled out his phone. “You even gave me some new ideas.” He was scrolling...shit! He was looking at my account, right there, in the middle of the bar. I saw a flash of skin on the screen - my skin.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit! I would melt into a puddle of horny goo

“Do you remember when you wrote about your fantasy of someone discovering the account?” he said, his eyes narrowing as he glanced up at me. I did remember: I’d written it a few weeks ago and flung it out into the void of the internet - just an idle fantasy that had come into my mind one day. Aiden cleared his throat, and read softly, “I keep imagining someone finding out about this account and scolding me for being so bad, so filthy -” His eyes flickered up, gauging my expression. I was shaking, torn between excitement and terror. He went on, “- I imagine them punishing me, forcing me to live out all the fantasies I’ve posted here just to teach me a lesson.” He slowly put down his phone, and leaned against the bar. “I really liked that one.”

I am screaming! Threw my phone away and had to take a break

“The first thing I'll need you to do is get rid of your panties. You won’t need them for the rest of the night. Go into the restroom, take them off, and bring them back to me.”

HEEEEEELLLLL YEAH

“How does it feel, Violet?” he asked softly. “Do you like this? Or does it scare you?” “It terrifies me,” I said, not daring to bring my voice above a whisper. I knew people were looking, but suddenly I didn’t care. What mattered was answering his question. What mattered was making it as clear as I could that this was exactly what I wanted. “It terrifies me but I love it. It feels...dirty. And humiliating. But that’s what I deserve, right?”

Harley is the #1 DJ at the clit rave. She gets the party bumpin

“Looks like you chose what you deserve,” Aiden said darkly, his voice right in my ear. He still held me spread, and one finger slowly teased closer to my clit.

Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo plays in the background

The item he held up was purple, tapered and bulbous with a wide handle, still sealed in plastic packaging. It only took me a second to realize that it was a butt plug.

A butt plug after eating nachos? Aiden really IS trying to punish her

“I want to be fucked in a public bathroom,” Aiden said suddenly, his voice quiet even though we were alone in the restrooms. I knew he was reading a post from my Twitter again. “I want to be bent over in the stall like a filthy slut, pounded until everyone who comes in can hear me begging for more.” I remembered writing that - vaguely.

“Face the wall again,” he said. “And pull back up your dress.” I obeyed, every movement reminding me of the plug inside my ass. Once in position, Aiden’s booted foot kicked lightly at my ankle. “Spread your legs wide, and lean forward. There’s a good girl, much better.”

It’s the boots for me!

“Remember to keep your legs spread, or I’ll start over with another five spanks.” He leaned near, his expression gone from cruel to sobered in an instant. “And if you need to use your safeword, knock on the wall three times. Will you remember that?”

I love that Harley doesn’t forget when safe words need to be reestablished! The sign of a true kinky author. I love her so much

“You reposted a video of a woman wearing a vibrating plug out in public, and her boyfriend was controlling it from his phone. She orgasmed in front of strangers again and again. Do you remember that?” “Yeah…” I said softly. It had been one of my favorite videos to watch for weeks. Something about the woman burying her face in her hands in utter embarrassment every time her boyfriend turned up the vibrator, as she struggled not to squeal and sink to her knees from the pleasure...it got me every time. But why was he bringing it up now? “I liked that video so much, I decided we should reenact it.”

Literally one of my ultimate fantasies

“So, any new ideas for horny posts on that account of yours?” “More than you can imagine,” I said, smiling cheekily. “You’re quite the inspiration.” He grinned. “Then what do you say to more inspiration next week? Next Saturday?” Excitement coursed through me like a shot of liquor. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more. I wanted his dominance, his deviancy, his darkness, again and again. “Oh yes,” I said. “Yes please, sir: I want to do it again.”