It was definitely luck.
Looking back over the chat, I wasn't really on my game. I asked polite questions, or at least polite for the world I lurk in. Questions about harnesses and tying up wrists and the last time she got laid.
Casual sex-positive conversation.
And then Monday night, it wasn't even her that set me off.
It was a young woman in a bar, drunk, and working her inner slut. Daisy Duke shorts and a low-cut top, clinging to the edge of the bar and dipping her ass down to the ground, making every cock in the bar throb.