LoRee shared a fictional tale in the Announcements section about meeting people online, using it to highlight the risks involved. The core purpose of the story was to frighten readers—or at least give them a heads-up—about the perils of taking things into reality for that first date encounter with someone new. Honestly though, it really turned me on, although towards the end when matters got serious my throbbing erection deflated. Anyway, I’ve said my piece; you can decide for yourself. Just make sure to have a nice hot coffee handy because this is quite lengthy. Hope you like it. If you do, give LoRee my regards since he was the original poster (OP).

This fiction came from someone else and I treat it as a go-to cautionary tale for all my “T-Girl” friends and acquaintances. It seems fitting to share here given the topic. But just to get under curious_sb’s skin, I want to say personally: “Don’t Fear The Reaper.” I truly don’t. As requested, I hopped out of the taxi a few houses before arriving at my destination with my bag in hand and paid the driver. The house sat back from the road, partly concealed by tall hedges. I approached it and knocked softly on the door. Joanne was waiting inside when it opened, wearing a dressing gown. She remarked, “I thought we could get dressed together.”