Designs On Daphne by Lilly Christine

the damage“Mizz Cristal” might do? Well, he’d just become “Pump jack 70”, he reasoned. Using the image of a handlebar-mustached cowboy he found in clip art, he quickly posting a profile.
      Likes: good Scotch, the stick shift of my sports car, my hands wrapped on a Tiger Woods Pro driver, the back nine at Falconhead, two-stepping to Heybale at the Broken Spoke, handmade Italian loafers, an aged steak.
      Dislikes: anyone fake or snooty.
      For Fun: showing a lovely lady a good time.
      Within moments, he’d found “Mizz Cristal” online, likely on the laptop he’d set up at his mother’s apartment before she’d moved in, darn it! Well, this might be fun.
      - PmpJck: “I’ll sip scotch and you can drink champagne. We’ll motor to the Palace Versailles, and take in the show at the Moulin Rouge.” He could almost hear her giggling. “S’il vous plait, allez-vous venir avec moi?”
      -MzzChrstl:“That’s the best offer I’ve had all night. When do we leave?”
      - PmpJck:“Before winter, since you don’t like furry things. Otherwise, you’ll have to wear your new mink coat. I have a feeling you’ll look fantastic in your new mink coat.”
      -MzzChrstl: “Hmmm. Not sure. Furry things make me sneeze. You seem to enjoy holding big things in your hands. . .What else do you like to do with them?”
      -PmpJck: “My hands like showing a lady a good time.”
      -MzzChrstl: “Oooo, and how do they do that, exactly?”
      Immersed as he was in pleasuring Mizz Cristal electronically, Rodric forgot the cold shower he’d left running. He spent the next two hours making Mizz Cristal beg for more and enjoying himself while she purred with contentment. After an interlude of chat, the conversation turned back to flirtatious arousal, and they’d go at it again.
      Finally, at ten-thirty, Mizz Cristal insisted she was ready to curl into bed, thank you very much.
      That was fine, tomorrow evening he’d see her in person for dinner. She’d suggested they shop Saturday for his tableware, and he’d hem and haw and stretch any decision until Sunday, waiting until just before the stores closed to take up as much of her time as he could, he knew that now.
      They’d have dinner both nights, if he could swing it. He planned to find more ways to take up her time, so no other man could angle in. She’d spend her remaining spare time on Swap with Pump jack 70, he’d see to that as well.
      -PmpJck: “Shall we do this again? When?”
      - MzzChrstl: “Yes, lets ;-) Saturday night, 10:30?”
      -PmpJck: “I’ll be here.”
      It wasn’t until he’d logged off and shut down the monitor that he realized he hadn’t eaten.  Drugged by a pleasant sense of accomplishment, certain now that he and Miz Daphne were compatible in every way, certain now that he could pleasure and fully satisfy her, he turned the shower to warm, took his clothes off,  and jumped in.
      Smiling broadly, his stomach felt hungry but the rest of him felt satisfied. Very, very satisfied. At least, he was as fully satisfied as he could be without actually plunging into Miz Daphne’s naked flesh.
      As he soaped up, he was more certain than ever how absolutely well- suited they were for one another. Tonight, he’d only begun to realize the potential for the physical side of their relationship via cyberspace. He’d taken Miz Daphne places she’d never dreamed of, she’d texted, thanking him quite profusely. She’d done as well for him, too; her imagination far exceeded her excellent design skills, he’d been pleased to discover.
       She certainly did have a way with words, Miz Daphne did.

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      Memorizing what she could remember of the Swap.com profile, Daphne hurried towards the coffee shop near the campus of UT.
      As “Mizz Cristal”, she was enjoying a lovely and very satisfying exchange with a hottie named “Pump jack 70”, but that was online only. Exchanges with him were exciting, very