DanTheSnack: So sexy!
LoverNotAFighter: Want to fuck you so bad!
Good lord, I hope they’re better at dirty talk in the bedroom than they are through an app.
A familiar screen name pops up, and my chest tightens.
He’s here.
CJP: Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Wildcat? You gonna put on a show for us? I know how much you love everyone watching you come.
Another moan escapes, but this one is all for him. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about the words he chooses and how well he knows what gets me off.
Before he came along, I never would have thought I would have an exhibitionism kink, even with the kind of work I do, but he’s opened my eyes to how much I truly enjoy others watching me.
Moving my fingers over my clit in small, circular motions, I shift my hips involuntarily, need rocketing through my entire body.
My chest flushes, a new thing for my viewers to comment on, but I’m only focused on one.
Which probably makes me a shitty creator, but I can’t help it that these guys don’t know the first thing about igniting a woman with their words alone.
LAGuy: You gonna come for us, baby?
I roll my eyes. It would be a pretty fucking boring show if I came in the first five minutes, but I guess that’s men in a nutshell.
They don’t care about dragging out a woman’s pleasure. All they’re focused on is themselves and how quickly they can get themselves off.
CJP: Wildcat loves to be edged, don’t you, baby? Nothing your sweet pussy loves more than walking the edge of release for as long as you can, knowing the longer you wait, the harder you’ll come.
Fuck. This man and his words are my undoing every single time.
Unsurprisingly, he’s also correct.
I don’t know how it’s possible for a man I’ve never met to be able to read me the way he does, but it makes me curious about who he is outside these chats.
Is he some creepy guy in his mother’s basement?
Or is he a businessman too busy for a real relationship?
With filthy words like his, maybe he writes spicy books for a living.
If he doesn’t, he probably should, but even as I think it, I hate the idea of millions of women having what I do.
I’m not so naive to think I’m the only woman in his life, because that would make me a fucking idiot, but it’s nice to live in my own little bubble of denial sometimes.
YourMan64: Lose the panties, baby. Stop hiding the good stuff.
I swallow down the sigh that tries to escape.
When I first started doing this, the thrill of it made the shitty parts seem a little less shitty. But now that I’m years into the gig, it’s hard to ignore subscribers that act like this.
It’s not that he’s doing anything wrong per se, but it’s just the way they’re desperate to hurry this up.
“Looks like we’re all getting a lesson in delayed gratification today, boys,” I say breathily.
My fingers move through my wetness, dragging another moan from my throat. I shift against the sheets, the faint scent of Colten lingering in the fabric and adding an extra thrill to my already sensitive body.
I thoroughly checked the bedroom for cameras before I started this little stunt, and from my chat with Ken at the door, Colten is in for a long night of work.
