Excerpt from the Nanowrimo project

So she read the archetypes and the reasons for her kind of people, the ones who didn’t just want intercourse, but wanted something more who wanted to play ‘adult reindeer games’ and wanted to make up rules for themselves and names for themselves or new personas and who were happy to let others take over sexually, or even their lives, just to achieve this kind of sex. And then there were the spiritual seekers, the ones who wanted to achieve a higher consciousness by both sex and pain. In it all, she began to see herself as a variant of a ‘norm’ that she hadn’t realized existed, of a whole group of human beings, and not just a solitary wanderer, a misfit.
For years she had know about leather sex bars and wondered if she would ever have the courage to go to one, but just couldn’t figure if they or even swingers clubs still existed and how to get into them, or if, even given the opportunity, she world have the courage to go to one of them,. But now with the opportunity looming the only answer was “yes.” She would make the meeting.
She called him once a day that week, per his orders, she liked his voice and the one picture she had of him was quite attractive, but she realized it might be old and that might look nothing like him. She tried to be honest about her own looks but didn’t have anything but vanilla pictures to upload to the site and wasn’t quite ready enough for that to be part of her profile, so she compensated by the bluntness of her description. She wanted no disappointment when he looked at he for the first time. For her own part she figured she would be blindfolded , unable to tell black from white or old from young. Well-hung, yes, because, unlike many of the fraternity she was in no way interested in this without some orgasm occurring and unlike many of them she wasn’t gonna lie about it. The ones who insisted they wanted no sexual contact she viewed as self-delusional at best and outright liars on the other hand.