Danica Taylor-Cooke

Danica Taylor-Cooke was feeling randy. Three weeks prior, her partner Jessie, had broken up with her. The bitch told Danica, as she packed her bags, that she needed space to find herself, that she was being stifled in a long-term relationship, that she wasn’t made to be a ‘kept woman’.

Fine. Go. Danica had cried. Danica had blamed herself. Danica had drank too much vodka.

Then Danica got back on the horse.

At first the high school art teacher had been nervous about using an app to meet women. She was a bit older, after all. In her imagination, internet dating was for hip young people in their twenties, not lonely women pushing forty.

In the old days she would have just gone down to Meow Mix, the lesbian bar she had in fact met Jessie at. She’d stand at the bar, show some leg, move to the music, and The next thing she knew Danica would be on the dance floor with company. She was sure she would be able to do just as well that day, despite her older age. Danica had been committed to Jessie, mind, soul, and especially body. Her partner earned much more than Danica did, and so the teacher was able to take advantage of the shared income to try to keep Jessie interested. Jessie was a tit woman, so Danica got implants. Jessie liked thin women, so Danica worked out religiously. Jessie wanted a trophy, so Danica would dress like a slut.

So much good it did her.

Meow Mix, sadly, closed down six years earlier, leaving Danica staring at her phone screen. Maybe it was time to try something new. The years with Jessie had been good, but Danica had consistently had to sacrifice so much of herself to make Jessie happy. What Danica needed was someone who loved her for her, didn’t want her to change, accepted her for who she was.

The app had a setting to accommodate lesbians, filtering out men, which would be gross. She had heard how men behaved on dating apps. Sending pictures of their penises, acting like the worst of her male students, despite being grown men. Having to browse through men’s profiles in order to find a woman would have been a deal breaker.

It was hard to get a feel for the women she was seeing just by their pictures, but that was the nature of the beast. And just because she was feeling a little honey didn’t mean she was going to lower her standards. Left, left, left, she swiped rejecting woman after woman. A couple of them had made her pause, but she decided to reject them. It could have been nerves, or maybe an intuition that she hadn’t found what she needed.

Until she did.

Maybe he was misfiled, but Danica was so glad that he had been. He was an Adonis. Without even knowing more about him, Danica could tell that he was the one she wanted. It was his eyes. No, his whole face. No, it was her hand that had snuck up her skirt and was now softly masturbating to his picture.

Danica swiped right. Then tragedy hit.

His picture vanished, only be replaced by a brunette that Danica knew she would have liked before, but now she knew, after seeing his picture, was nothing but a disgusting pig. Context was everything.

She hadn’t even caught his name!!! Tears formed in her eyes. Danica was completely at his mercy. Would he pick her? Would he pass her by? A guy like that could have anyone. Why would Danica think that he would pick her? Was she special enough, sexy enough to deserve a man like him?

Then it happened. She got a match! It was so quick! It was almost as if it was meant to be!! His name was John Doe. And he liked her!

Danica’s hand returned to its work. She needed to message him. How should she start? She was so nervous, so afraid she’s screw this up. In college, Danica had dated a couple guys while she was still figuring out her sexuality. They, of course, hadn’t worked out, but at least she knew a thing or two about guys that she could use to get this guy into bed.

Dick pics! That’s what guys likes to send! And oh boy could Danica use a good look at the penis on this guy. Her mouth salivated as she imagined it. Images of it in her mouth, pounding her pussy, slapping her in the face, each one more exciting than the last. Not as good as the real thing, Danica was sure of that.

Hey, she sent through the messenger feature, hoping he would be as quick as he had been in selecting her picture. Maybe he'd be able to meet tonight! She couldn't wait. A hunger, a void in her nether regions that she had never realized was there before, was growing. Only one thing could fill it. Screw getting back on the horse. Danica didn't need a relationship. She needed sex with John Doe. An insatiable lust filled her whole body, and she knew she would never be the same. All things in her life would realign. Everything she did, her career, her body, her relationships, all were to serve one purpose, to make her available for John Doe.

And then he messaged back.

Hi.

A mind shattering orgasm rocked Danica's body as she screamed his name. Her whole life was ahead of her, and she couldn't wait.