Backwards

That night I decided to lay low and see what Vanessa would write. She posted every day, even if it was only a few words. Finally, at about 11:30, a post...

I dressed up for him today. I confess I am a bit backwards when it comes to Magnus (evil grin). We played our usual "secret agent" game today so I am naturally starved for his precious fingertips, which will soon be drifting over my bare tummy. But tonight those fingertips will be mine, and he has assured me his fondness will writhe in desperate agony for each moment there is air between our burning skin. His words will sustain me an inch from death until then.

This was the normal fare. I was her mysterious, extremely cautious discrete lover with immortal hands which could control her completely. She was a wicked, irresistible mistress who became the ultimate embodiment of carnal pleasure the moment we were alone together. I was infatuated with her and she spent every waking moment in pursuit of my affection. All total bullshit.

There were a few comments. She had some regular visitors to her blog and some were curious to know her identity, and mine. She even posted a "guess who" entry asking people to see if they could identify her. There were a dozen or so attempts...not even close. This girl was so beneath the radar you would never guess, a totally shy, antisocial bookworm. It's almost as if she developed her whole lifestyle just so she could do such a thing.

This could just be an innocent game, I suppose, if she thrilled over the whole 'tiny chance of me discovering her' factor. But, now that I had discovered her, game over...I should just tell her to stop..."Maybe I'll just finish reading this one entry"...which I did, right down to her ass elevating two feet above the mattress. Hmm, okay, one more day, and then game over...