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Shifter Singles
(Dating the Werewolves)
"You need to get laid."
Blushing hard, I sat back in my chair and regarded my best friend as she idly sipped her mimosa. It was a bright May morning, and we were sitting at our favorite sidewalk cafe for our weekly brunch.
Jill set down her glass and exhaled dreamily. "A good, cleansing fuck, just to clear out the cobwebs...."
"Jillian Rene!" I gasped, looking around aghast and wondering if anyone overheard.
"Oh honestly, Nicole, stop being such a ninny. That's your problem, you know, you're too damn tentative. You want a boyfriend? Go out and find one."
I scowled darkly at her before viciously stabbing a forkful of Eggs Benedict. "Easier said than done, bitch. What do you think, boyfriends just grow on trees? Like I can just go up and pluck one off the branch and say, "hey! fuck me!"
"More or less, yeah!" Jill said enthusiastically. "I'm telling you, since I started with that website, I've been drowning in cock." Her eyes got all dreamy again and I chucked a strawberry at her. "No seriously," she laughed, ducking away from my airborne fruit, "the men on this site...they're...different." She sighed again and crossed and recrossed her legs.
"Different, how?" I hated to admit it, but she had me interested. It had been so long since I had been fucked, kissed, even touched by a man. With my curvy body and shy, blushing nature, I already had the deck stacked against me. Couple that with a bad breakup of a few years ago that I was still not quite over, and I was looking at a dry spell that was extending into its second year.
"Different," Jill asserted, glugging back a huge gulp of her mimosa. I didn't know what was making her cheeks flush like that, the alcohol or the memories. "For one thing, they know how to treat a lady."
"Admirable."
"Hush, child, mama's talking," she grinned. "For another thing, they don't fear the curves."
I looked down at my generous breasts and soft tummy. "Well that's good to hear."
"And for the best thing...they are all animals in the sack."
I felt my own legs cross, my thighs clenching together to try to suppress the urgent need that flared to life at her words. Jill saw me squirming and nodded her head sagely. "Shifty Singles dot com, Nicole. Get your nicely rounded ass logged on there tonight and report back in the morning."
*****
That night I poured myself a generous glass of wine and grabbed my laptop. Curling up on my couch, I typed the address into the search bar.
The flood of pictures that covered my screen had me drooling in a second. I looked closer, my mouth agape. Surely these men weren't actually single? How could guys that looked...well...like that, have to resort to online dating?
I clicked through a few pictures randomly. This had to be a scam. There was no way. But then again, would my best friend really steer me wrong? And Jill certainly seemed like a satisfied customer.
I navigated over to the "set-up profile screen." The questions started out generically at first. How old I was, where I lived, my hobbies, whether I was looking for casual dating or a real relationship. I kept everything deliberately open, for now, gleefully clicking all of the boxes as I sipped my wine. Sure I'm up for something casual, sure I was interested in dating more than one guy at once...whee...no problem!
I felt deliriously high as I clicked through the screens, my responses getting more and more expansive. Sure I was open minded about alternative lifestyles, no it didn't bother me to try something new in bed. Why not, this was just fantasy, right? Guys like this, they didn't exist in real life.
The last part of the profile asked me to upload a picture and that's where I hesitated. I looked down at my flannel PJs, all pink and printed with fluffy clouds. My hair was a tangled mess and I wasn't wearing a scrap of makeup.
"Fuck it," I said out
(Dating the Werewolves)
"You need to get laid."
Blushing hard, I sat back in my chair and regarded my best friend as she idly sipped her mimosa. It was a bright May morning, and we were sitting at our favorite sidewalk cafe for our weekly brunch.
Jill set down her glass and exhaled dreamily. "A good, cleansing fuck, just to clear out the cobwebs...."
"Jillian Rene!" I gasped, looking around aghast and wondering if anyone overheard.
"Oh honestly, Nicole, stop being such a ninny. That's your problem, you know, you're too damn tentative. You want a boyfriend? Go out and find one."
I scowled darkly at her before viciously stabbing a forkful of Eggs Benedict. "Easier said than done, bitch. What do you think, boyfriends just grow on trees? Like I can just go up and pluck one off the branch and say, "hey! fuck me!"
"More or less, yeah!" Jill said enthusiastically. "I'm telling you, since I started with that website, I've been drowning in cock." Her eyes got all dreamy again and I chucked a strawberry at her. "No seriously," she laughed, ducking away from my airborne fruit, "the men on this site...they're...different." She sighed again and crossed and recrossed her legs.
"Different, how?" I hated to admit it, but she had me interested. It had been so long since I had been fucked, kissed, even touched by a man. With my curvy body and shy, blushing nature, I already had the deck stacked against me. Couple that with a bad breakup of a few years ago that I was still not quite over, and I was looking at a dry spell that was extending into its second year.
"Different," Jill asserted, glugging back a huge gulp of her mimosa. I didn't know what was making her cheeks flush like that, the alcohol or the memories. "For one thing, they know how to treat a lady."
"Admirable."
"Hush, child, mama's talking," she grinned. "For another thing, they don't fear the curves."
I looked down at my generous breasts and soft tummy. "Well that's good to hear."
"And for the best thing...they are all animals in the sack."
I felt my own legs cross, my thighs clenching together to try to suppress the urgent need that flared to life at her words. Jill saw me squirming and nodded her head sagely. "Shifty Singles dot com, Nicole. Get your nicely rounded ass logged on there tonight and report back in the morning."
*****
That night I poured myself a generous glass of wine and grabbed my laptop. Curling up on my couch, I typed the address into the search bar.
The flood of pictures that covered my screen had me drooling in a second. I looked closer, my mouth agape. Surely these men weren't actually single? How could guys that looked...well...like that, have to resort to online dating?
I clicked through a few pictures randomly. This had to be a scam. There was no way. But then again, would my best friend really steer me wrong? And Jill certainly seemed like a satisfied customer.
I navigated over to the "set-up profile screen." The questions started out generically at first. How old I was, where I lived, my hobbies, whether I was looking for casual dating or a real relationship. I kept everything deliberately open, for now, gleefully clicking all of the boxes as I sipped my wine. Sure I'm up for something casual, sure I was interested in dating more than one guy at once...whee...no problem!
I felt deliriously high as I clicked through the screens, my responses getting more and more expansive. Sure I was open minded about alternative lifestyles, no it didn't bother me to try something new in bed. Why not, this was just fantasy, right? Guys like this, they didn't exist in real life.
The last part of the profile asked me to upload a picture and that's where I hesitated. I looked down at my flannel PJs, all pink and printed with fluffy clouds. My hair was a tangled mess and I wasn't wearing a scrap of makeup.
"Fuck it," I said out
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