Real life dating stories #3 – Slap Happy
I was meeting up with guy from one of the apps for the first time. He suggested we go to one of these fancy rooftops in our beloved city. Since I was on the fence about this guy, this suggestion ease my concerns.
We met outside on ground, which was a spark of long lost chivalry.
We rode the elevator up to the roof, and weirdly we were alone. Things got interesting once the doors shut. At first he was telling me, he so excited we matched and he was really hoping we would. This had me all “awwww”. Then he asked me if I could do him a favor, now half soften but still treading cautiously, I inquire.
He proceeds to beg me to slap him across the face. At first, I am taken back thinking he must be joking. He continues to beg andbeg saying he’s dreamed about this moment from me, that the feel of my hand coming across his face is pure ecstasy.
I deny and deny, hoping we arrive at the roof at any moment. He keeps going, and finally I think what if I die in this elevator because I refuse, so I give in and wail him from cheek to cheek. I wish this could be satisfying but the look of joy and pleasure the swept over him disminished any reward I could have mustered.
He pleaded for more. And I’m hoping the doors open. Why is this taking so long?!?! We aren’t going up that many flight, it’s not the Empire State Building! Finally the doors pop open to greet hoards of passengers going down, I’m sure I look stunned. We excited the slap chamber. Then had a “normal” date like we didn’t have a slap-a-thon in the elevator. Just another date in NYC.