The Arcade (Dirty 1st Dates)

by Harley Laroux

I wanted to be prepared. That “No Sex On The First Date” rule was way too stifling - I knew what I wanted, and if Aiden wanted it too, even better. But no matter how determined I was in what I wanted, I knew I was still too shy to make the first move. That was why four years had passed with only a few words spoken between us: my shyness overwhelmed me, silencing me as surely as a gag in my mouth.

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 did too,” I whispered.