Space Daddy - Intergalactic Kink Dating For Dummies

Bored And Lonely

Anne closed the door to her apartment, leaning against it for a moment as she let out a long sigh. The night had left her feeling hollow and exhausted. She walked over to the hallway mirror, catching a glimpse of herself in the dim light. She had taken time to get ready for this date—carefully applying her makeup, doing her hair just right, and choosing an outfit that made her feel confident. But now, standing there, she felt a pang of self-doubt.

She leaned in closer, examining the fine lines around her eyes, the slight crease on her forehead that hadn't been there a few years ago. She noticed the softness around her midsection, the small tummy that didn't seem to want to disappear no matter how many sit-ups she did. She wasn't 21 anymore, and it showed.

Anne touched the skin near her eyes, tracing the delicate lines with her fingertips. "Is there really anyone out there who'd want this?" she whispered to herself. A nurturing, caring dominant who would cherish her as she was, who'd understand her desires and respect her limits? Or was she kidding herself, thinking that any man would look past the marks of age and time? Maybe they were all just searching for someone younger, someone prettier.

With a sigh, she turned away from the mirror. She slipped out of her clothes, tossing them into a pile on the floor, and pulled on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of baggy, comfortable pants. The fabric felt soft and reassuring against her skin, a small comfort on a night that had gone so wrong.

Anne settled onto her bed, reaching for her phone again. She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the dating app icon. Maybe there was something different this time, she thought, even though she knew better. With a resigned sigh, she tapped the icon and opened the app.

The first new message blinked in her inbox: "You are my slave and I'll use you as I please. Send pics of you kneeling and tell me how you'll worship my cock. Master Steven."

She rolled her eyes, letting out a small, bitter laugh. "I don't think so, MaStEr StEvEn," she mumbled under her breath, swiping left to delete the message. She was about to close the app, ready to give up for the night when a new notification popped up.

Anne glanced at it, her thumb already moving towards the delete button, since it was just and ad. But something in the title caught her eye: "Intergalactic Kink Dating."

She frowned, intrigued despite herself. It sounded ridiculous—like some cheesy science fiction gimmick—but something made her pause. She tapped the notification, opening the message. It looked like one of those new AI text chat apps that had popped up more and more in the last months, promising a unique experience, an "adventure in intimacy" that spanned the stars. Normally, she wouldn't have given it a second thought. In her mind, that was for people who were lonely or bored, looking for something that wasn't real.

But tonight, Anne was feeling lonely. And a little bored. Some entertainment was needed and the app was free, so there was no harm in trying it out for a while as a distraction.

Her finger hovered over the download link for a moment longer than she expected. Then, with a small shrug to herself, she clicked it.