Poison Part 1 — It’s just one little pill.

The soft sensation of nylon against my skin is almost the perfect form of foreplay. Pulling on the nylon stockings, and smoothing them up my leg, unhurried and luxuriously, before a date is always enough to make me wet.

Perhaps, it’s a response to my desire for something to happen or maybe it’s just a learned response. After all, most times I go out dressed in this manner, I get what I’m looking for. So, it’s only a matter of time before my body, hungry for the lecherous and desperate touch of a lover, is served to my satisfaction. You’ll note that I said ‘my satisfaction’. I point this out as I do like to play a little game.

It’s been about five years now that I’ve followed a rather particular dating practice. I usually use one of the more popular apps, Tinder of some such, and there I will select a — now what should I call them — a project. Yes. I select a project. You know, if you go to some of the apps you can even find me. Of course, I’m not going to make that too easy for you, as I really don’t want to give away all my secrets.

My project is more often than not a purely, random person. They will have contacted me — my profile is attractive enough I assure you — and through the long list of wannabe lovers, I will select a person suitable to be my project. I am bisexual, and if I were looking for a genuine…