I am a Pegger

I am a Pegger, and I am out tonight meeting my next date or victim. You decide which. We are meeting at a local Italian restaurant for something to eat, a chat and a few glasses of wine to relax us both.

I have prepared everything in the flat for his arrival afterwards. I have tidied up and chosen the music. I changed the bed sheets, and the lighting is set romantically low. My change of outfit is waiting, and the necessary toys are all clean.

Once back at my flat, I will get him hot and bothered, then I will make an offer most men would only dream of getting. But, he is in for a surprise. He will make an assumption about who is on the receiving end and who is in control.

But am I right, will he stay or will he go?