Page 8 of Sexted By a Stranger
My face burned so hot I thought I might combust, my mind in complete chaos.
His words had completely awakened my suppressed emotions and desires.
I was shaking too hard to type a coherent sentence, but he continued. [I want you lying beside me, breathing hard, fingers clutching my shirt, moaning softly. Now tell me what you want.]
His words sent heat flooding through my body, this feeling so intoxicating. But I couldn't let him win so easily.
[I want u to stop bothering me.]
[Liar.] The reply was almost instant. He saw right through me. [Your photo tells me you want more.]
I felt myself melting under his words, burning in his desire.
[I want u.] I couldn't help but send.
[As you wish.]
I closed my eyes. Though he was a stranger, my mind conjured the man from the VIP section that night. His impossible handsomeness, those burning eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd straight into my soul. That expression held a touch of cynical amusement but hid an irresistible possessiveness, like a hunter locking onto prey. My breathing quickened, chest rising and falling. The cotton fabric of my nightgown rubbed against my skin, sending little sparks of sensation.
Another text arrived. [Stellina, tell me, where are your hands now?]
I bit my lower lip hard, hesitated, then typed: [Collarbone.]
[Good,] he replied. [Move lower. Touch yourself. Tell me how it feels.]
My face burned like it would ignite, but his words held magic. My right hand unconsciously slid to my neck, fingertips lightly touching my collarbone.
Suddenly, the nightgown felt like an obstacle. I simply pulled it off.
Cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps.
I replied, [A little cold. but my skin is hot.]
[Perfect, stellina.] His response carried satisfaction. [Continue. That's me kissing you. I'd move to your breasts. Tell me how you feel now.]
My breathing grew heavier. What filled my mind was how he'd look kissing me—eyebrows slightly raised, eyes half-lidded, savoring every reaction. My fingertips moved slowly, sliding from collarbone to shoulder, then to my breast, fingers gently touching the peak.
A light press sent electric pleasure shooting from my chest through my whole body. I couldn't help arching my back, a suppressed moan escaping my throat.
I typed shakily, [Tingling and sensitive. I can barely breathe.]
[La mia stellina, you're beautiful.] His texts kept igniting my desire. [Now I'm kissing your stomach.]
I obediently moved lower, stopping at my flat stomach. My fingers brushed the soft skin of my inner thigh, warm and sensitive.
My legs parted unconsciously, but there was an emptiness, as if craving something.
I typed, [So hot... I want more.]
[More?] he replied, as if murmuring in my ear. [Then go lower. Touch your most sensitive place.]
I complied, touching the wetness between my legs, fingers slowly rubbing along the sensitive folds. Each touch brought shivers. I clenched my teeth, suppressing a gasp. My mind was full of his deep eyes and his whispers from my imagination.
Finally, I managed a complete sentence. [I'm doing what you said.]
[Good girl.] He must be so pleased. [Go faster. Touch your breasts too. Let me hear you, stellina.]
Pleasure built like a tide. My thighs trembled slightly, hips lifting unconsciously, meeting my own rhythm. As if he were leaning close, eyes locked on mine, breath on my ear, lips parted, murmuring promises I couldn't quite hear.
