It Starts with a Cup of Coffee

I began my day like I had most days over the last few months. My divorce had finally settled, and the routine helped me keep my mind off the stress. There was no animosity, but it is never easy to go through a process like divorce and I was happy to have it behind me.

We didn't have any kids together, so that was at least any easier part of the process. We just needed to figure out thing likes the house, which we sold and split, as well as if either of us would be paying the other any spousal support moving forward. We had both earned pretty much equal our whole marriage, so we decided our assets were best split evenly so we could just move on.

Since then I have been waking up, going to the gym, getting ready for work, grabbing a coffee at the local coffee shop, going to work, and basically staying home. I know I will get back to a more social driven life, but it was hard with friends and family who were so close to what was happening. I had decided to started to look for connections on social media to varying success, felt easier to establish new relationships that way right now.

This is what leads me to today, which had started off seeming like any other day. One of the social media apps I was using allowed me to explore some of the sexual kinks that I had not been able to explore in my marriage, and I was still new to it but it was one of the first things that got me fairly excited for each day since the divorce.

I pulled up the app, scrolling through the feed a bit. There were so many images of breasts, cocks, and asses it was unbelievable. It was hard to know who to trust and who was baiting you. I liked things here and there, made the occasional comment. A handful of profiles reached out but the conversation had not really gone anywhere, basically demanding money or gifts right away.

Today though, I had a message from a profile I had liked and commented on. The woman's profile picture was that of a blonde woman, most likely in her early thirties. She was wearing all black and she had her shoe lifted up as if it was about to step on the camera, I imagined she was going to step on my face.

She was absolutely stunning, and not one of the profiles I expected to hear from.

"Hello there, how are you?" Read the message.

I was actually nervous to reply, as I sat in my car before heading into the office.

"I am doing well, thank you for asking. How are you?" I sent back.

I was actually anxious for her to reply. I felt my skin tingling as I anticipated her response. I make sure my notifications are on as I get out of the car and head into the office. I greet my co-workers as I head to my desk, my mind barely present as I wonder when she will reply.

I was not at my desk long when my phone vibrated. I check the notification and sure enough, a response.

"I am well, thank you. Thank you for your like and comment." The message read.

She was thanking me for commenting, this gave me a rush I did not expect.

"You are very welcome, it was my pleasure." I replied back

Keeping my phone close, I begin to work on a request that came in. The task doesn’t take me long and I’m about to finish it when my phone buzzes again.

I wrap up the request and as soon as I hit submit, I pick up my phone to check the notification.

“It would be a greater pleasure to treat me to a coffee,” the message read.

My first thought was that it would be a pleasure, but my second thought was that I knew exactly what she was after. Many had approached me for this, but she had done it so definitely. She hasn’t told me to do a single thing yet, just told me what a pleasure it would be to buy her a coffee.

“How do I do that?” I reply, genuinely not knowing as it was still new to me.

Her response does not take long, I don’t even have time to check for another request.

“$yourfindom, that’s my cash tag,” her message reads.

Thankfully I have the app already, and within mere moments I had sent $3. I could skip my coffee tomorrow if I really want to make up for it. It felt good to send it, to treat someone else.

It only takes a few moments and I receive another notification.

“Received, good boy,” the message read.

To be continued...

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