Modern Day Meg

I think they label it is wrong because they don't like the idea that a woman can further herself is there herself "easier".

Or do they label it that because the the women are the one benefiting and the men are on the opposite end.

It's kind of like the old school scenario where where if a guy sleeps with more women than he is desirable but if a woman sleeps with multiple men then she is seen as a slut.

I understand that a lot of people went through 4 to 6 years of school to make a 6 figure income I can also see how it would seem unfair that I that I could make a 6 figure income just by being born female.

In the winter I do love to hike at night. Yes, it is cold and that sucks but it’s motivation to keep moving and you will warm up eventually. I did it for a season with a group and then started going on my own after that. At night it is so much more peaceful since no one else is on the trail. I can drive the whole park and I will be the only car.

A Snap buddy of mine wanted to meet at the trailhead to experience night hiking with someone who knew the trail well enough to do in the dark and we would hike to the bridge for an evening tryst.

I started to feel nervous sitting out there in the pitch dark, I could have been standing there naked and no one would have been there to catch me. This made me nervous in a way. I was waiting for someone that should have been there by now. I was starting to wonder if it was a joke or maybe he got nervous.

After sitting there for 15 minutes (with a frozen nose) I finally get a message saying that he had been waiting at another trail entrance which is easy to do there. It was a little funny that we were both just waiting on each other in different spots wondering where the other was. We know where the other is and somehow figure out the spot we would meet if we walked towards each other. I explain to him the trail to walk towards like we were doing some next-level trust exercise. So I take off walking the trail and know within 10 min on the dirt that I will hit another concrete trail and would be easy to find him.

I’m standing on the concrete trail adjusting my vision, looking for any sign of a flashlight. I tend to go without a flashlight after 20 minutes or so, maybe he did that too. I couldn’t hear leaves or footsteps on the concrete. I get another text. “Keep Going”

I feel the panic set in heavy as I wondered what was happening. I stood still wanting to look around but almost too scared of what I would see. There are many wild animals here like wild hogs, various poisonous snakes, and Bobcats and none of those were a threat at that moment.

“Let’s meet at the bridge, let us play a game.”

My clit instantly throbbed. What the fuck is wrong with me to be turned on by this moment when I should have feared for my life? The reckless side of me said to give in while my logical side said to run back to the car and go. I wouldn’t have time to run, what if he was behind me? where was he that he knew for me to keep going?

I gave in. I wanted to know. I was already in danger and there was nothing I was going to be able to do about it, so I willingly kept walking. I figured if I kept my mind racing on other things the two miles there would go quickly. I was not going to give in to this game. I had figured him out and decided to just use my best acting skills.

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“Tell me something about yourself” is something I never know how to answer. Which part of me do you want to know? There are many minds in this meat suit that goes by many names. How much of my unfiltered self can you handle? 

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He opened the door as soon as I walked up, saying my name while he stepped back from the doorway. The way he said it stuck to me for a second. "Anya", no one had ever said it like that, but I brushed it off. He led me to his gorgeous red and black kitchen where he grabbed a bottle with two glasses and we continued through the house.  It’s fun to see how people decorate their homes, some do not care, and others go over the top. It really says a lot about you. This house had a color scheme of red and black, there were zero signs so far that someone else lived here which would tell me that he is an organized type A but that is irrelevant at this moment.

*With New friends, they are not only people but puzzles. I will probably never disclose the lengths i have gone through to fine-tune my methods. Noticing small things like this gives me cues. To me, sex is never just sex. If it was as simple as just getting off, you would save the money and do it yourself. I have superpowers that make our meeting an experience and not empty and transactional*

He stopped in front of a door, turned and smiled and me "you can get ready in there"

"American Psycho" instantly popped in my head and all i could do was hope the room was lined with plastic with a chainsaw nearby while playing "hip to be a square". Dark humor as a sex worker, go figure.