Next Time, Keep the Blindfold On?

Story Sent in by Tom:

Clara had amazing profile essays and fantastic photos. I was honestly amazed that no one had yet scooped her up. Well, I'd change that. Or so I thought.

We had a grand lunch and a nice walk in a local park. We even grabbed ice cream and she would squeeze my arm every now and again as we spoke. I thought I was at the top of my game.

She led me to the back of the ice cream place, which was deserted save for an HVAC system. Then she pulled out a strip of green cloth. "Put this on. Like a blindfold," she said.

I hesitated and she said, "You'll like it. Trust me."

I did as she asked. Next thing I knew, her hand rubbed up and down my crotch. While pleasant, we were in public.

I backed away and peeled up the blindfold. Next thing I knew, she punched me hard in the stomach.

"You were supposed to keep it on! I asked you to do one thing! And you ruined it forever!"

She grabbed her blindfold back and said, "I'm going home. Have a nice life. You ruined everything!"

I never saw her again.


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