Shaskyia was an 18-year-old, Brown skinned female(Black). She was known as "Skittles" for other people. For having a weird style of fashion, but she liked that nickname. It was different from all the other normal nicknames. Shaskyia was in love with ulzzang fashion for about 2 years now. She wanted to experience being one, or even date an ulzzang boy. She only had 1 boyfriend out of her life, the thing was she was still a virgin. But that didn't stop her from dreaming, from having a guy that's tall, that has tattoos.
_"I just want a boyfriend. I'm tired of being single, I've been single for 3 years now. I can't believe I even wasted 2 years of my life with that asshole."_ Shaskyia said in her head.
Until, a notification, had popped up on her phone. Telling her that her favorite ulzzang had posted a new picture on Instagram. She quickly opened her phone to look at the new pictures he just posted.
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_"Wow...I wish a guy like him, was my boyfriend. I would be the happiest girl in the world."_
As she would say that, she'll comment on his picture, saying.
_"Wow, you look so handsome in these photos! Your girlfriend must be the luckiest girl on the planet."_ She'll comment.
She'll smile, as she would post the comment, after 50 other comments. She wouldn't have dreamt that the person, she's been dreaming of would even reply to her comment. It was just her that he just replied too.
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_"Omg. He replied to me...."_ She'll say with a smile on her face.
She'll begin to read his comment, that'll say.
_" Sorry, I don't have a girlfriend. I don't think any girl could handle my needs."_
My needs? She'll think to herself. What are his needs? She wanted to know, Shaskyia had to know what his needs were now. It was a mission to find out what he meant by that. So, she'll comment again, asking what were his needs and why any girl couldn't handle them.
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After about an hour, she'll receive a notification from Instagram again. She thought to her that it was Akay and that he replied to her comment, but it wasn't a comment. It was a DM from him. She was shocked to see that he even DM her. She'll open the DM and read the message.
_"My needs aren't for everyone."_He'll comment
_"What? Aren't for everyone, then who are they for?"_ She'll ask
_"It's for good little girls, who can handle and take my wants and needs whenever I want."_ He'll comment.
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Her face began red, as she knew what he was talking about. The thing was, she was into BDSM, even though she was still a virgin, but she knew she was into it. She liked being called Baby Girl, Princess, or Little Angel, it was hot to her. Before she could even reply back to his message, he'll comment again.
_"You look like a good Little Girl too, you could be a good Little princess for Daddy couldn't you?"_ He'll comment.
Shaskyia's face would become a darker shade of her skin tone. She loves that he used the word, Daddy. It was one of her kinks that she couldn't even control.
_"How do you know that I'm a good Little Girl?"_ She'll ask
_"Because, of your posts on instagram princess. I can tell that you'll never disobey someone that you desire."_ He'll comment.
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You couldn't think before your fingers started to test back at fast speed.
_"I would never disobey, anyone, that's...disrespectful."_ She'll comment.
_"Well, I think we should meet up one day. I wanna see you in person."_ He'll comment.
She was scared. What if he wouldn't speak to her because she's only 18-years-old? What if he doesn't like dark skinned girls? Her photos were always edited, to where all the colors were white and black.
_"S..sure we can, wh..where?"_ She'll ask
_"At my hotel. You can come around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, after my photo shoot."_ He'll comment
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_"What's the name of the hotel?"_ She'll ask
_"It's called the Stanford Court Hotel, Room 224."_ He'll comment
Shaskyia would message back with a goodnight message. She was scared to even get a text from him, now he wants to meet her in person?! She had to look nice for him, at least not look ugly. She'll begin to plan her outfit for tomorrow.
_"This...should be good right?"_ She'll question herself
She'll shrug it off, before taking a bubble bath and going to sleep. For a scary but happy event tomorrow.
