Meeting The_Wolf_ - Sex Stories

Meeting The_Wolf_

I took a deep breath and once again flattened the nonexistent wrinkles of my little red hood costume. I know it’s an awful cliché to wear a little red hood costume when I’m trying to meet The_Wolf_, but, hey, a girl has to use all the weapons she has, right? And somehow it seemed appropriate. “Ready?” Laura asked me, giving me an encouraging smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” We were about to enter the local dungeon, where they were holding a special munch. People were asked to attend disguised of their favorite kinky fantasy, so, all around the place you could see huris, roman slaves, roman warriors, queens, kings, all you could imagine. Being little red hood wasn’t my favorite fantasy but meeting The_Wolf_ sure was, and I thought I might have a better opportunity at you seeing me, dressed like this. The costume was actually cute. It had a white peasant shirt, a black velvet corset, a dark red mini skirt, and of course a dark red hood and cape. To complement it, I was wearing black silk stockings and black high heels shoes. My long blonde mane was combed on a sided braid, to make it easier to use the hood. And there I was. Ever since I’d seen your profile on the web, you became my obsession. The way you looked, the way you acted, the way you growled, and yes, you actually growled, and your husky, low voice added up to create this amazing character that had the leading part in all of my fantasies. And my mind was being flooded by millions of fantasies all the time and I ...

... craved so much for you. Probably, not even for YOU, ‘Mr. I don’t know who’, but for the character you seemed to impersonate. But this was just fantasy, right, so where was the harm? Besides we had half a planet between us, so fantasy had to be. Bur, as all in life, fate always finds a way to make things happen. The company I worked for decided to send me on a business trip to your home town. So I had two options: ignore the fact I would be so close to the object of my hottest fantasies or to try and meet the guy. This last one could put a positive ending to all my fantasies, what might be for the best, or… well, anything could happen. Of course, first option was out of the question. I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to meet you. So I had to set up a plan. Sending you a message would never happen. I’m way too shy for that, so I started to investigate every event on town, every bar or place where I could meet you ‘by accident’. And there it was! The local dungeon’s munch. You announced on your profile you intended to attend. It was happening the same night of my arrival to town, but I, sure as hell, was going. I looked for other people going to the munch so I would get myself some company, and that’s how I met Laura, and that’s how I got there. The munch was held on a big room, similar to a restaurant, with tables and chairs, so we sat at a table with several of Laura´s friends. She was a domme, who kindly took me under her protective wing on my first ...