The Foreigner
His accent was strong, but his hands were stronger.
I had been chatting online with him for a while now, and he was keen to meet me. He identified as straight and was married, which is normally a deal breaker for me, but he was persistent. After a lot of chatting, I agreed to meet him at his place. When I arrived, he buzzed me into the building, and I went upstairs to find he had left the door ajar for me. Nervously, I went in. His place was a large, penthouse-style apartm...