The reply is instant.
StatMan12
Lie back. Don't rush this. Drag your fingers slow over your clit until you're shaking.
Yoga4Lyfe
You're insane. I can't just...
But my hand's already sliding under the waistband of my sleep shorts.
StatMan12
Keep your legs spread. Use two fingers. Circle, don't press hard. Not yet.
Yoga4Lyfe
Oh god. I'malready wet.
My breath hitches as I follow his instructions. My thighs tremble with the effort of going slow when everything in me wants to rush.
StatMan12
Good girl. Now spit on your fingers. I want you wet and messy before you even slide inside.
Yoga4Lyfe
Fuck. You're ruining me.
I do it anyway, cheeks burning hot, shocked at myself for following orders from a stranger. For trusting him to know what I need better than I know myself.
StatMan12
Imagine it's my tongue. Every stroke, every circle. Pretend I'm there holding you down so you can't squirm away.
Yoga4Lyfe
I can feel it. I can feel you.
My hips buck against my palm. I bite my lip hard enough to hurt while I try to stay quiet. If I make sounds, they might carry through the walls to where Silas is probably working or watching film or doing whatever he does in his dark bedroom.
StatMan12
When you can't stand it anymore, push two fingers inside. Curl them up. Think about how I'd fill you.
Yoga4Lyfe
Ohhhhhh. Fuck.
My body arches off the bed, needy and raw. I can't believe I'm typing through the shaking. Honestly, I can't believe I'm doing this at all.
StatMan12
Don't come yet. Edge yourself. Hold it right there. I want you whimpering before you let go.
Yoga4Lyfe
You're cruel. I can't... please.
