Ilet out a shaky breath, realizing I’ve been holding it.
Keep going, I dictate.
I’d alternate between gentle caresses and sharp slaps, never letting you know what’s coming next. Then my fingers would lace around your throat. I’d tighten them enough to make you gasp, to feel that edge of danger. Your pulse would race under my fingertips as I whispered in your ear, telling you exactly what I was going to do to you next. That I was going to fuck you so hard. Spread your pussy with my cock until you screamed out my name.
Istare at the screen, my body flushed and clammy at the same time. WinterWatcher’s words have painted such a vivid picture, I can almost feel his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck. I’m breathing heavily, aroused beyond belief.
I let out a soft moan, my hand unconsciously moving to my breast, pretending it’s his.
Promises, promises, I somehow am able to say even though my throat tightens.
Do something for me, he types.
I hesitate. What do you want me to do? I ask, my heart racing.
Take off your clothes, WinterWatcher replies. I want to imagine you sitting there, naked, as we talk.
I’m surprised he’s not asking me to turn on the camera.
No camera, he adds as if reading my mind. Just you and me... and our fantasies.
I pause, considering his request. The alcohol in my system makes me feel bold, reckless even. Without overthinking it, I stand up and start to undress, my fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons of my jeans.
As I slip off my jeans and pull my top over my head, the cool air of the room caresses my bare skin, making me shiver slightly. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, then slide off my panties. I’m completely naked now, exposed and vulnerable in a way I’ve never been before during my Dark Secrets sessions. Even though the camera isn’t on, I get this feeling as if he’s somehow watching. The fantasy of him doing exactly that—watching—heightens my arousal to an even higher degree.
I sit back down in front of the computer, my heart feeling as if it’s two sizes too big. Done, I say, my body feels... hot.
Good girl, WinterWatcher replies. Now spread your legs. Wide.
I slowly spread my legs, feeling alive and beyond turned on.
They’re spread, I reply, licking my dry lips.
Perfect, he says. Now, I want you to touch yourself. Slowly.