1:36 p.m. B:
What did you have for lunch?
7:15 p.m. B:
Still on for tonight?
8:01 p.m. H:
Yes.
8:03 p.m. B:
Okay [smiling emoji]
9:50 p.m. H:
[smiling emoji]
11:20 p.m. B:
Just about to go in [smiling emoji]
11:20 p.m. B:
See you soon [red heart emoji]
eleven
Benny
JUST A LITTLE MORE.
There was a fleshlight on the bed. It sat beside a familiar butt plug. The only time I’d ever touched one was last week, and I’d been blindfolded. Now, though, I had the chance to investigate it properly. The outside of it was hard, clear plastic in a tapered cylinder shape. The inside was clear too, which meant I could see the bumpy, textured canal within. I touched the squishy domed top, my fingers tracing the small hole I’d felt last week. It was soft.
Were we going to use this today?
I quickly put it back down, going for the plug instead. I needed to be ready by the time he got here.
Once I had it in, I knelt by the bed and secured the blindfold in place.
Then I waited.
It had been uncomfortable initially. Not in a physical sense, but being stuck in place, with nothing to see and nothing to do except think. It hadn’t taken long the first time for my thoughts to spiral and my doubts to rise. I’d questioned everything. The second time had been a little better. I’d known H had alreadyseen me and I wouldn’t be rejected because of my size. The longer it went on, though, I’d questioned whether I was doing everything right and how I looked to him. Maybe there was something I could be doing better. Insecurity was louder in the darkness.
This time, it wasn’t as bad. Through our messages over the last week, I’d become a little more confident. A little surer that he was enjoying himself as much as I was. Probably.
When I heard the door click, I didn’t move. Not even when the silence extended long enough that I doubted whether I’d really heard anything at all. My dick perked up, though, standing at full attention like it could see something I couldn’t.
I strained to hear something, anything. Breathing. The shifting of fabric. Footsteps on the plush rug. Nothing. If he was here, then he was as still as I was.
“Ten.” He spoke, sounding pleased.
Then the plug thrummed to life, and I yelped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. Instinct demanded my hands dosomething. I barely resisted, my fingers clawing into my thighs to keep them in place. I wouldn’t move. Not until he said so.
As soon as I adjusted, the vibrations intensified. I whimpered, forcing myself to remain perfectly still. He changed the intensity a few more times, and apart from the small sounds that escaped me until I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, I managed not to move.
Fingers combed through my hair and the touch shocked me more than the plug, my fingers twitching, my palms sweaty. I bit my lip harder, fighting the urge to push up into his touch like I was holding back a tidal wave. I was so desperate for it.
