LMCYTTWACYAGG: Don’t answer me until you’ve come.
I stare at the screen, waiting for another message because he said not to answer him until I’ve come, so I won’t say anything until then.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Good girl.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Take your pants off.
I get my pajama pants off, tossing them onto the floor and lying on the couch, resting one bent leg against the back of it while the other foot is on the floor. The air is cool against my sensitive parts, hitting my wetness, and I pick up my phone from my chest, waiting for another message to tell me what to do.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: One finger only, slip it inside.
I do as he says.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Slowly move it in and out, curling upwards to hit that perfect spot inside you.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Now add a second finger, and keep up the motion.
It feels so good already, and him talking me through it is only making this hotter, making me enjoy it more. My clit is throbbing, wanting attention, but I don’t give it yet because he didn’t tell me to.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Imagine my cock in there, moving in and out of you so perfectly, bringing you closer to the edge.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Go faster.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Faster.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Now pull them out and drag your slicked up fingers up to your clit and pinch it.
I cry out, my back arching from the couch when I do as he asks, my body reacting to the sensation.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: You’re being such a good girl for me, aren’t you?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: You’re doing everything I’m telling you because you want to be good for me.
“Yes,” I murmur to myself, my hand shaking as I wait for more direction. I so badly want to touch myself, to circle my clit. It’ll take only a few swipes across it to make me come at this point.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I know you want to come for me.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please.”
He can’t hear me, but I can’t help it. I just want to come.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Go ahead, baby. Make yourself come for me. Play with that needy little clit until you gush all over the couch.
I work my clit, teasing myself, but moving fast enough that I’m going to come any second. My eyes squeeze shut, but I force them open, catching more of his messages, enough of the words to know he isn’t telling me to stop.
I bet you’re moaning. I wish I could hear them. I bet you look so beautiful as you come undone. Next time I want to watch you.
The orgasm hits me hard and fast, my pussy pulsing, gushing, just like he wanted. The aftershocks have me unable to move for seconds, maybe minutes, my body still pulsing with pleasure.My mouth is dry, and I lick my lips, peeling open my eyes. I sit up and look down at the couch… and the large wet spot.
I send him a photo of it, smiling to myself as I go to the bathroom to clean up. I bring a towel back to wipe up the couch, put on my pants, then sit on the other end.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: That would have been in my mouth if I was there.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I want to lick it clean.
I smile at my phone, looking over our conversation again, wanting to memorize it to think back on it later, when something hits me as off. Something he said.
Gush all over the couch.
