3 | The First Move

(NOW)

*** AlphaWatcher's POV

“Interesting…” The word slips out as I lean back in the chair. The screen light is soft. It throws shadows in the room, but I don’t mind them. I hadn’t expected much tonight. The forums are usually full of junk. Clickbait. Bad attempts at fishing for attention. But this one is different.

The ad is plain. Direct. It has just enough in it to show the person knows what they want. Or thinks they do. Most posts are desperate. Or worse. Full of fantasies that don’t make sense. But this one is clear. Serious. Thoughtful.

I’ve seen plenty of submissives at the gatherings. The parties where everyone knows the score. Where the lines between what’s real and what’s not blur just enough to make it good. Those are controlled. Planned. I like the chase. Breaking down walls. Pushing limits. But the classifieds? They’re just a way to relax. To see who thinks they can play in our world.

This ad isn’t the usual. There’s something deeper in it. Experience, maybe. Or hunger, held back but ready. It’s not for a quick thrill. Not for someone playing at being a sub because it’s what people do now. No, this one’s thought it out. Someone who might be worth it.

I read the text again. Bold. Confident. Not too much. It makes you sit up. Pay attention. It doesn’t shout. It’s just there.

I admire the nerve. So many ads are full of drama or empty promises. Trying to lure a ‘Dom’ who will make their fantasies come true without asking for anything back. But this one is different. It’s careful. It knows what it wants. It understands the dance we’re about to start.

    

*** AlphaWatcher's POV

I chuckle, the sound low in the silence. There’s a thrill in finding someone who might be worth the time. I’ve seen enough Followers to know when they’re pretending and when they’re ready. This ad is different. It makes you stop and look again.

I shift in my chair, feeling the familiar pull of anticipation. The forums are usually a way to pass the time, a way to study people. But this time, it’s more. I’m intrigued. Not just by the ad, but by the woman behind it. I can almost see her—confident, curious, maybe a little afraid. That’s the hook. The fear mixed with desire. The unknown.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s got my attention. If she’s as serious as she seems, she’s in for something real. Something she hasn’t felt before.

I hover over the screen, my fingers ready. I’ve learned to trust my instincts. This is worth it. I click ‘save,’ locking the post away.

Then I type. No need for long words or wasted time. Just a promise: “I’ll be your first, and you will be my last.”

I send it. The message vanishes. A small smile pulls at my lips. The hunt commences.

   

*** Lilliana's POV

I can’t help but smile, basking in the small glow of satisfaction that’s building inside me. I actually did it. The words on the screen seem more real now, almost like they’re staring back at me with a life of their own. What was once a series of ideas and fantasies floating around in my head is now out there, a living, breathing possibility—a new me, inching its way into reality.

I reread the ad, and with each word, it feels like I’m shedding layers of the person I’ve been for the past few years, revealing something raw, something unfiltered. Deep Throating 101, How to Break into Fisting, and the Limits of Breath Play—these aren’t just fantasies—they're more of a modality to treat the larger symptom. They’re declarations, statements of intent, reminders of the woman I used to be and the woman I’m becoming again. It’s as if hitting ‘submit’ unlocked a door I didn’t even realize I’d been standing behind, a door that leads to something dark, thrilling, deliciously dangerous, and surprisingly pure—though I don’t imagine anyone else would agree on that last bit.

My pulse quickens, a sudden wave of arousal flooding through me, more intense than anything I’ve felt in a long time. It’s shocking, really—this visceral response to just the act of posting. I didn’t expect it, certainly not like this, and I close my eyes, leaning back, letting the feeling wash over me. The heat between my thighs, the tingling on my skin—everything is heightened, every nerve ending buzzing with life. It’s almost absurd, the power this has over me, this simple act of putting myself out there.

I open my eyes and glance at the screen, half-expecting nothing to have changed. But the view counter is already climbing, and the numbers are ticking up steadily. I’m not surprised—people always watch, always lurk in the shadows of these forums, waiting to see who’s brave enough to expose themselves. But then… a ‘save’ notification pops up. That’s rare. Bold, I think, my curiosity piqued. Not many users on this site are bold enough to save a post, especially knowing their handle is attached to it for all to see.

Before I can click to find out who it is, a DM notification appears, pulling my attention away. My heart skips a beat as I click on the message.

“I’ll be your first, and you will be my last.”

The words hit me like a shockwave, the arousal that had been simmering suddenly spiking. The simplicity, the finality—it’s exactly what I’d been hoping for, and yet I didn’t expect it so soon, or so… perfectly.

I take a breath, steadying myself. This is what I wanted, what I’ve been waiting for. I can feel the edges of a smile tugging at my lips as I consider how to respond. I’ve always preferred saying the most with the fewest words. There’s power in brevity, in making every word count.

I type back, my fingers moving with a newfound confidence.

“Then let’s begin.”

I hit send, feeling that same jolt of adrenaline rush through me. The first step has been taken. There's no turning back now.