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All of you have been asking what happened with my dinner date. We ate. We drank. We convo'd. He wanted me to go out clubbing after, but I had already pre-empted this. I had told him in advance I was planning to work. He knows about my tele-domination. He knows about my real time domination. He is amused by this. He is immune to this. He tried to twist my arm. I stood my ground. I could have sacrificed a nite on Niteflirt to go clubbing with him. But the dance, the strange dance as I've called it, well, the choreography requires that I lead. I think he knows that now. But he did grab me and try to convince me otherwise with a way wet 'n' wild smoocheroo right outside the restaurant. And I detected a large package, which was not a surprise as my sister had reported his bro was very hung.

I went home horny and planned to play with myself between calls. But I had long calls. Then a flurry of shorter ones. And Danny even called a few times pretending to want to be dommed. He was referring to specific Niteflirt listings. I have a little dick. Make me gay. Hmmmm. I hadn't revealed my Niteflirt details yet. Found your blog, he said. Which one, I said. Red car, he said. I had told him about that blog, but not the URL, guess it was easy enough to figure out. His car is silver. He was still out, and a little blitzed. He wanted to know if I would join him for a late nite drink. Meet me, com'n. I was soooo tempted, but I was tired and horny and wanted to use my Big O to head off to dreamland. But he keeps calling. Has booked another dinner. Wants to see a movie with me. Apparently, resisting his charms has its' benefits.