Miles:
I want it now
Me:
How badly?
Miles:
I’m desprate and on the verge of coming.
Alcohol aslo makes me horny
And come reallyfast
Me:
Show me
Miles:
What???? How?
Me:
I’m going to video call you, but don’t say anything. I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers and let me see your dick erupt.
This is so stupid, but so hot. I’m sitting on my husband’s couch, sexting with a man thousands of miles away. Something deep within me wants to keep doing it for that reason alone. Like maybe if Franklin knew I was doing this in his house, it would get a rise out of him. But there’s a much bigger reason as to why I want Miles to do this… and it’s simply that I just want him to do it forme. Because I enjoy seeing him submit to me in this way, doing what I want, begging for it. I like knowing he wants me and that he’s not ashamed of showing it.
Miles:
Fuck okay
Yes
Me:
Tell me when you’re ready
The text comes in instantly, like he was waiting. I shut off the TV so I can focus. I don’t want to miss a second of this.
Miles:
Redy
I hit the button to video chat. The camera is already pointed at his hard dick when he answers. I groan, biting my bottom lip as I see the string of precum dripping from the tip. I hear his heavy breathing, watch his dick bouncing from the movement of his fingers in his ass. Without me having to ask, he moves the camera to give me a not-so-great angle of that too, but I see enough to know he’s doing exactly what I told him to.
And it’s so fucking hot.
The camera shakes, his dick pouring more precum until it erupts, cum landing all over the sink. A whimper escapes him, and I squeeze my dick in response.
He switches the camera to his face. He’s so drunk, but so beautiful.
He mouths the words, “Let me watch you come.”
I move the camera to a downward angle.
“No,” he whispers, just loud enough that I hear it. “I want to see your face. Please.”
