The Arcade (Dirty 1st Dates)

by Harley Laroux

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.

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

Shyness combined with a filthy, fetish-loving brain didn’t work out particularly well for me, since I rarely had the courage to ask my dates about things like that.

“Good girl” had such an instant, overwhelmingly positive effect on me. It was a burst of joy straight to my brain, so strong that I wanted to whimper and bury my face against him just to hide the ridiculously happy expression that was taking over my face.