Lustful Consent

He had one corner of his mouth cocked and thick-styled blond hair, both of which surely drew in the ladies. But it was eyeing the color of a stormy ocean that captivated me. They projected control. Commanded submission. I stared at them, trying to determine if they were really blue, gray, or something else entirely. When I perused his profile, I noticed he was a college student looking for a play partner, and his age put me at cougar status. Under fetishes, he'd merely listed BDSM. No specifics had been defined, though he had listed his role as a Dom. Which was a bit of a relief that he didn't consider himself a Master. While not impossible that he could have achieved the expected experience to fit the role, at his age, it would have raised red flags that he was probably full of himself. Alex: I am interested in you, too. I wouldn't have reached out if I wasn't. But we both know we're not here to shoot the shit about work or school. Right?I had never been a shallow person, conversing about banal activities just to put on airs that I was interested when I wasn't. Although tonight, I admit, my mind was having difficulty staying focused because I was also thinking about the inevitable. Or what I hoped the inevitable would be.