Page 19 of On My Side
Jo
also you’re partner at our parents’ law firm. you’re literally a nepo kid
Millie
kat, be nice and congratulate jo.
Seen by Kat
“Say please, angel,” I breathe into the microphone. “You know how much I love it when you beg for me.” I pause for a few seconds for the listener’s hypothetical response before continuing. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re begging for my cock. So perfect for me on your knees.”
I yawn and stretch my arms over my head, grateful for the magic that is an editor. I take a quick gulp of water and push my wireframe glasses up the bridge of my nose before continuing.
I unbuckle the belt I keep in the booth for sound effects before slowly unzipping a sparkly pencil pouch I got on clearance while back-to-school shopping last year.
I was surprised when I realized how easy it is to detach from my emotions while recording. When Kadence first asked me to work with them for 4Play, I was hesitant. Casual sex is physically painful to me.
But unlike me, Sky isn’t demisexual. He isn’treal.
“Open,” I instruct into the microphone. “Are you ready?” I pause for a beat, then chuckle. “That’s my girl.” I squirt some lube on my hand and stroke my forearm to mimic the sounds of a blow job. I moan and whimper, knowing how much Sky’s Sluts love when he does that. “Fuck, baby, you take me so well.”
It took me a while to get comfortable with acting out sex scenes. Until last year, when my mom asked me to grab her Kindle, and I made the mistake of opening it, discovering the world of cowboy romance. While that was obviously traumatizing, it introduced me to the world of contemporary romance. My sister Nic’s boyfriend, Josh, and my older sister, Jo, both love historical romances and are always trying to get me to read whatever book they’re currently obsessing over. While I’ve been avoiding it, Sky’s Sluts have been begging for a regency audio on the subreddit, so it may be in my future.
So far, I’ve done exclusively contemporary audios, and reading contemporary romance has been helpful in regards to writing scripts and, to be honest, dirty talk.
This means I know way too much about my mother, but goddamn, no one does dirty talk like a fictional cowboy. The things I’ve read makemeblush.
Not that it’s hard, considering I got my dad’s Irish appearance instead of my mom’s Sicilian complexion.
I continue to moan, to praise the listener. After a bit, I make sure my movements and breath become jerkier, rougher, more desperate.
“Look at you, letting me fuck your face like the perfect slut you are.” I close my eyes and lean my head back, the image of an auburn-haired woman with curves that could kill me taking me into her mouth.
“You are, aren’t you?” I say, going off-script. “Perfect for me. God, you could eat me alive, and I’d beg you to do it again.”
Imaginary Audrey pulls back my foreskin and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, silver-gray eyes intent on mine. I swear to god, I canfeelthe warmth of her mouth.
I rip off my headphones and push away from the desk. I’m breathing heavily, heart pounding, and,Jesus Christ, I’m hard as hell.
I can’t help myself and reach into my shorts, wrapping my already-lubed hand around my aching length. The way I’m frantically jerking myself achieves the horniness I try to embody while recording.
I’m on antidepressants, and usually, it takes a little while to come. This has served me and my partners in the past, but tonight it takesmaybethirty seconds to feel the hot stickiness of my cum on my hand.
I try to steady my breath, to inhale deeply and get a hold on myself.
Because what. The fuck. Wasthat?
I tuck my softening cock back into my pants before going to the bathroom to clean myself up.
When I’m back in the office, I leave the door open so Leia, who’s currently dozing on the back of the couch, can join me if she wants. I keep her out of the room while recording, becauseif Idon’t, that’s when she decides to sing the song of her people. And since masturbating completely ruined the mood I want to be in while recording, I decide to call it a night. I sit back at my desk and grab my phone to text Kadence and let them know I won’t get the audio to them on time, but get distracted by the texts on my lock screen.
Unknown Number
i’ve had a glass of wine and am feeling like a silly goose
but is there a reason you emailed me instead of texting me?
I rub my eyes, my knuckles bumping my glasses as I frown at the phone screen, trying to remember who I’ve given my number recently.
