my eyes bat open as the ringing in my ears fades. the awful buzzing comes back, and once again fades. i grab my phone, eyes crusted shut, i silence my alarm. how long did i sleep for?
my eyes adjust to the bright light radiating from my phone. i can somewhat make out one of my notifications, a notification that is most notable, that's a message from my lover.
"good morning baby" it reads. my heart flutters and my eyes widened, no longer bothered by the blinding light. i hug my phone and blush. i see the message was sent an hour ago, and i rush to respond.
"i just woke up lol more like good afternoon" i say. almost immediately, he responds. the username above the bubble fills me with so much joy.
chance.
chance chance chance chance chance. what a fucking beautiful name.
i hoped he'd remember what he'd promised. chance saved up some money any way he could, whether it be mowing a neighbor's lawn or tutoring for ACT exams, he found a way to salvage enough money to come see me.
as i waited for him to respond, i surprisingly lifted myself up to the bathroom, probably from all of the eagerness to touch the love of my life in only a few hours. i smile as i look in the mirror. a twisted smile. i know everything about chance. his darkest secrets, all of the sexual fantasies he plays in his head when he's masturbating, his future dreams and goals. everything about that boy i know to an extraordinary extent. he doesn't truly know me though.
he believes im a small, short sixth grader with a wanderlust for the sexual gratification of an older master. i'm into anything and everything and i abstain from denial. he owns my body and i obey.
you might be thinking that's fucking disgusting, and well it is.
what's even more fucking gross is that i'm none of those things—but rather a catfish who gets a thrill out of the humiliation of a horny teenage boy. gross, i know, but you literally don't wipe your ass.
chance plans on arriving at the doorstep around 8:00, so i start to get ready hours in advance.
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