“Nowslipyourfingersinto your glistening pussy. I want to watch you make yourself come.” The man’s deep voice commanded through my headphones with a thick accent. He could read the phone book with that voice and I’d probably come. I adjusted the speed of the vibrator and plunged it back in. “That’s right. Good girl.”
The words hit differently than they did before, but they still caused a flutter in my stomach.
I was getting close.
I hadn’t planned on coming home to masturbate in my living room after work, but sometimes you read a good book and the next thing you know you’re finger fucking yourself on the couch with one leg propped over the arm, hoping your little peeping tom neighbor in the apartment building beside you isn’t chomping down on a handful of freshly popped popcorn watching the show. And then perhaps the other part of you is like fuck it, let them watch and you don’t know what turns you on more.
Because you’re fucked in the head.
Because I’m fucked in the head.
“Move faster.” He commanded.
I started pulsing my bright pink and purple boyfriend in and out. It was the new one Lizzy bought me after… you know. It wasn’t the biggest size cock on the market, but it would do the job for now. My other boyfriends were on life support plugged in, as usual, and this one was the only one up to the challenge, although I didn’t know how much life he had left in him. I called him BOB because he was my battery operated boyfriend. I only needed him just a little longer because I was getting so close.
My back arched and then…
Silence.
No. No, no, no, no, no. I pulled BOB out and looked at him. He started buzzing again, filling me with hope, and then stopped. He was on the fritz. “Come on BOB, you’ve been so good to me all these months. The one I could always count on.”
Another quick buzz, then nothing.
“You're dead to me, BOB!” I yelled out in frustration, tossing him to the ground. “I guess manual it is.”
The girl was now moaning in my ear as she was coming undone.
At least one of us can girlfriend.
I slipped my fingers down to my clit and began circling, the wetness making it slick.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
I froze, staring at the door.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Who was at my door? It was a Thursday night at nine o’clock. I glanced out of my window and saw my neighbors' living room lights were on.
Probably your neighbor looking to help you finish. Bertha said, sipping tea out of a fine porcelain cup sitting by the window. She was the elephant in the room that followed me around, so I decided to give her a name.
Was I crazy? Maybe a little. I mean, it wasn’t, but two months ago I walked away from four insanely hot men who wanted me, because I was trying to protect myself.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Open up this door, bitch. I know you're inside.”
Lizzy. I chuckled, standing from the couch, and slipped my pajama pants back on.
KNO-
I opened the door, mid knock.
She stood there with bunny ears on her head, wearing a light brown trench coat, eyeing me up and down with a large box in her hand.
“No.” I said simply. Whatever she was trying to sell would not be good.
“Oh stop. You don’t even know why I’m here.”
