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CuriousDove24: Yes. I want to know.

Venom69xxx: Pretty birds end up caged. That’s what I’d do with you, dove. Take you home and tie you up, keep you locked away for whenever I want a taste. Would you like that? To be kept caged for my pleasure?

CuriousDove24: Depends. How much pleasure do I get out of this?

Venom69xxx: Oh, dove. As much as I can give you.

CuriousDove24: Tell me what you’d do.

Venom69xxx: Tell me first, are you touching yourself to this? Thinking about me keeping you tied up, hands and feet to a bed, or maybe manacled to a ceiling, waiting on me?

CuriousDove24: Yes. I have my toy. I’m going to fuck myself with it while you tell me. Pretend it’s you filling me up while you tell me how you’d make me come. How I’m going to make you come, too.

I let out a sharp, hissing breath, my hand moving over my cock as I close my eyes. She’s so much braver behind a screen, so much more willing to tell this faceless man all of the things she wants, while she runs from me after I give her an orgasm. Jealousy licks through me, hot and tangling up inside of me, making me feel like I’m going insane. I can’t be jealous of myself, but I am, murderously so, jealous of a persona I created to make her do exactly what she’s doing right now.

Venom69xxx: I think I like the second option, dove. I’d keep you chained to a ceiling, inside a pretty cage. Naked for me. So whenever I wanted, I could put your legs on my shoulders, and eat you out until you came all over my face. Lower you down enough that I could fuck you whichever way I wanted, and then hoist you up again, letting all my cum drip out of you.

God, I’m so fucking close already. I stroke myself harder, close to the edge, and then a picture flashes onto the screen—Charlotte with her panties pulled to one side, her fingers on her clit, and her pussy stretched tightly around a thick silicone dildo.

Not as thick as my cock, is the one thought I manage before I lose control of my orgasm. My cock spurts, hot and wet over my fingers, throbbing as I let out a ragged groan, staring at the sight of her perfect pussy split open by the toy.

I want to fuck her so badly it hurts. I need to fuck her. The thought rolls through my mind on repeat, over and over, as I come all over my hand as if I didn’t just come hard a couple of hours ago.

CuriousDove24: Venom? Are you still there?

Venom69xxx: Sorry, dove. That picture made me lose control. You made me come so fucking hard, dove. I couldn’t stop it.

CuriousDove24: That’s really hot, actually. I want to make you lose control like that, for real. Make you come so fast you can’t hold it back. You could come all over me and leave me like that. Make me lick it off your cock while it’s dripping off of me?—

CuriousDove24: Oh fuck, I’m going to come too. I’m?—

Before I can stop myself, I smash my hand against the mouse, closing the screen. I know she’s going to wonder why I logged off so abruptly, she’s going to think it’s something she did wrong, but I can’t handle another second of it.

I feel like I’m being cheated on with myself, and it’s enough to make my head feel like it’s splitting in two.

Not least of which because she’s not actually doing anything wrong. We’re not together. She owes me nothing.

But all I want is her. And apparently, having her halfway as two different men isn’t enough for me.

I want all of her, as myself.

And I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

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CHARLOTTE

Iwant to tell myself that I don’t know why I ran from Ivan today. But the truth is, I do know. And it’s the reason I ended up on the chat site tonight, talking to Venom, and getting myself off for the second time today.

Ivan terrifies me. Our date today was the best date I’ve had in a long time, and our dinner together—our first date—is in a close second after that. He’s sweet and charming and funny and so incredibly handsome that it’s hard to believe he’s real. When he kisses me, when he touches me, I feel things that I didn’t think existed in reality.

Things that make me do something like grind myself to an orgasm in a man’s lap after two dates, in a parking garage where anyone could have walked by and seen us.

I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ve gone from being the most boring person I know, sheltered and introverted and never, ever up for a good time, to someone who does things like that. To someone who finds herself online on the dark web at eleven o’clock at night, sending a stranger a filthy picture as she comes to the things he’s telling her he wants to do to her.

The kind of things that should scare me, and do, but also make me so wet, so needy, that I came almost as hard as I came for Ivan earlier.

And there’s that, too. Twice in one day isn’t a thing for me. I’ve never felt so aroused all the time, my mind filled with fantasies and needs that I’ve never had before, as if I unlocked a Pandora’s box of sexuality that night at Masquerade, and now it’s overflowing.

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