Getting to know Victoria

Feb 5, 2026 v1.0

You hand her her latte and you sit down accross from her. Her smile is beautiful. She takes a long drag and exhales.

She performs a carricature of a pout, "Why are you over there?" She pats the chair next to her.

You almost knock the chair you are in over trying to move closer to her. She giggles. As you sit down next to her, she puts her arm around you.

She looks at you knowingly. "I've told you the kind of relationship I want, high level." Her body is leaned back in the char. Her arms are open, as she is spread out, taking up a lot of room. She's relaxed and happy.

"Yes, you have." You're blushing a little. Nervous. You're holding your coffee with both hands, leaned forward toward her. You're happy you're in her presence.

"Let me be more clear about what I'm looking for." Her eyes are hungry and she looks at you, knowing you're going to stay. "I love pleasure," she says as she holds the lit cigarette toward you. "I love freedom. I love to get pleasure, and then keep it from someone else. Someone that should get it, someone that by all expectations deserves the same pleasure as me. In a relationship that ''//SHOULD//'' be equal." She closes her eyes. "But it's not. I get the pleasure. I get to choose if you get pleasure. You give me pleasure when I want, even if I deny you pleasure. It's the comparison that is hot. So thrilling!" She smiles almost manicly.

You realize that she might be as happy as you are. She wants you as much as you want her, but in an entirely different way.

"I am affectionate. I know you've seen that already." She puts her fingers through your hair and it's like electricity. She grabs your hair, but it's not hard. She leans into your ear and whispers, "I want to deny you pleasure!"

Her breath on your ear and neck sends shivers down your spine. You're as hard as you've ever been. She's still by your ear, but then she kisses it very softly. She whishers again, almost too low to hear. "Would you do that for me? Give up pleasure and please me?" She softly bites your earlobe.

"uhhh..." you stammer. "Yeah..." you say, as too much blood is in your 'other' head.

"Would you really?" She lets go of your hair, and looks into your eyes. Your faces are so close. She could kiss you by moving millimeters. You can smell her breath, which is smoky and sexy.

"Ye...Yes." you say.

"Will you embrace it? Will you need it? Can it be your life?"

You think. You don't actually know everything it could mean. So much is in the air. "I'm willing to try...for you." You look into her eyes and try to show how much you mean it.

She smiles and pecks your cheek. "That's perfect."

She changed the subject about things you both like, movies, music, etc. The normal things people talk about to get to know each other. She likes RomComs, Action, and Horror. You tell her what you like, and you both discuss the differences. You talk about your favorite bands, and songs, and why you're interested in specific music.

You talk for a while until she's finished with her latte.

{if submissive >= 10}

She pushes her cup toward you. "Throw this away for me, while I go to the restroom." She gets up and walks away. You watch her walk admiring the view. You swear she knows you're watching.

When she is out of site, you take both your cups and throw them in the trash.

{endif}

When she comes back she grabs your hand. You starts walking back toward the bar where she had parked. You both walk for a while not talking. You love the feeling of her hand in yours. There is just something right about this woman.

Without looking at you, she asks, "Are you a virgin?"