I threw on some loose fitting gym shorts, sans underwear, along with a t-shirt and flops and headed out. I hustled about some “housekeeping” chores – shower, shave, manscaping touch-up. Be here in 30 minutes.” That was all he said. “I’m in room 129, first floor in the back. “I’m staying at the hotel at the corner of I-5 and Anaheim… do you know where that is?” He asked. “Are you hairy or clean?” was the response I got. I went about telling him I was 30, 5’11, 175, white and looking for something fun to do. It didn’t take long for him to pipe up when I stayed in the chat room and offered a “Hello.” I had been hopping around different rooms for a while until I came across “Red Bottoms” which only had one member… “Master.” Titles of chatrooms was one thing, but screen names were another… and searching for one of interest was always a bit of a chore. I had put away a considerable amount of work one day and was relaxing by searching through some AOL chat rooms… back in the day when it was the thing to do. Not an easy experience for a male… until you’re made to walk in a woman’s shoes by a alpha male.īitch in heatSitting at home, late at night, surfing the AOL chat rooms way back when could bring about some interesting opportunities. I had always wondered what it would feel like to be used, taken and treated like the whore I am. A gay adult story: Bitch in Heat_(3) by Randal Satyr ,
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