My stiff nipples tickled my fingertips as I soaped my breasts, pretending someone else’s fingers danced over me. My fingers slid between my labia and stroked my oversensitive clit in rhythmic circles. My orgasm rapidly approached when the fact he still hadn’t answered me dumped a bucket of cold water on my libido.
I twisted the knob, killing the spray, and stomped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.God, I’m embarrassing. After drying myself and getting into my pajamas, I brushed out my long brown hair and braided it into pigtails. Sleeping on my hair while wet was a guaranteed way to wind up with a pile of unmanageable frizz.
I climbed into bed holding my phone, notifications turned on. As I relaxed, I slipped into a light sleep, wandering on the edge of a dream, not quite able to make out the face of the man standing beside me. When the alert came, I snapped awake, my heart pounding in my chest. The subject line read ”everything“.
What would I do with you if I could have you? I gather from the tone of your email you want me to explain to you how I would rub every inch of you, kiss, lick, and bite you if you like that sort of thing. Every hair on your perfect body would stand on end as I made you come again and again.
I would do all that and a lot more if you let me. I would also tell you, you’re enchantingly awkward, endearing, and sexy as hell. You’re unique, gorgeous, and if you were mine, you would never doubt it.
-Highly Motivated Applicant
His words electrified my blood, sending sparks that threatened fire without him there to ground me. I needed him in a way I scarcely understood. If he were here with me, I would be naked beneath him as his teeth sank into my skin and his fists gripped me. I returned my fingers to my overheated pussy. With his advice to stay out of my head still fresh, I typed back a reply.
I’m making myself cum right now to the thought of you doing all of that to me. I am absolutely into that type of thing.
His response came instantaneously.
Prove it.
I had lost my mind. I must have to consider what I did next. Adrenaline coursed through me as I spread myself open and snapped a picture of my fingers working their magic. I took a quick peek at it, satisfied with the final product. My vagina never impressed me outside of what it could do for me, but this surprised me. It was sexy. I sent it, relishing doing what I wanted without worrying. I couldn’t explain why, but he made me feel safe.
I guess you’re serious. I’m so fucking hard for you.
I was getting close, but I couldn’t bear to finish before I got to see the erection he promised. I was so sex-deprived it took very little stimulation to push me over the edge. My virginity was long gone, and yet this game we played was more provocative than any sex I’d had. I slowed my fingers, hoping to drag this out.
Prove it.
About a minute later, the perfect response came. The picture of his cock was striking. Where all the other uninvited appendages failed to lure me in, this one would have succeeded. It was long and thick, remarkably well proportioned, featuringno imperfections or irregular dimples. A smattering of veins stood out from the surface.
Wrapped tightly around his shaft was a strong, masculine hand. I imagined him grabbing me with those hands, hovering over me as he pressed his cock to my entrance. The moment of anticipation before he entered me, so sweet, it made it even more enjoyable when he finally filled me.
I’m stroking this for you. Will you put me in your dick-tionary now?
I never laughed so hard that near to an orgasm, and the combined sensations were difficult to make sense of. He barely knew me and had already mastered my emotions, playing with me in the most delicious ways. My eyes caressed the picture, imagining he was close too.
The image of his handsome face crumpled in pleasure flashed behind my eyelids. His powerful jaw strained as he clenched his teeth and tipped his head back, his cum spilling out of him. I was desperate to taste it. With that thought, my orgasm erupted through me, harsh and shaking.
You won’t be in my dick-tionary, but I will keep you in my spank bank. By the way, you’re pretty fucking great.
I settled in my bed, panting, slowly but surely coming back to myself. We weren’t even together, and the whole thing still felt like an out-of-body experience. I wished he was lying beside me, on top of me, inside of me.
Thinking about your perfect pussy is going to keep me up all night. I appreciate the vote of confidence, sexy girl.
My eyes were heavy, so I typed out my reply as quickly as I could manage.
Go to sleep, baby. Dream of me.
I slipped into an easy sleep. When his reply came, I woke only long enough to read it.
Baby, huh? If orgasming makes you this sweet, I’ll have to make you come more often.
My dreams enveloped me and I followed the advice I gave in reverse; I dreamed of him.