Page 30 of Heartfelt Pain
Roma: You don’t look very sad. Let me see all of you.
Ren: Nope
Roma: Please
Ren: Tell me what else you’ve done today to be a good boy.
The only cutesy name I used with Roma was the unoriginal babe. It’s embarrassing to think of how giddy I felt when I called him that. I can see now, how clearly, I wanted a boyfriend back then.
Dots appear and disappear. Like he’s not sure what to type.
Roma: I haven’t come since you told me not to. I had to pretend like the cab driver last night didn’t feel sorry for me. I’ve stopped myself jerking off three times.
Ren: I want you to send me a video.
His response is immediate.
Roma: Okay
Ren: You with your hand around yourself. Jerk yourself off. But you don’t get to come.
He sends me five different types of sad emojis. But then minutes later I receive a video.
The camera is lowered so I don’t see his face, but I know his body. My pussy throbs as I watch him pump himself. His movements are painful but I don’t feel sad.
Ren: I’m impressed. It’s so clear you need to come.
Roma: Babe, please.
I wrinkle my nose.
Ren: No pet names.
Roma: Okay sorry.
I enjoy the apology. I’m not sure what kind of kink that is, but it’s got me biting my lower lip.
Ren: Thanks for the video. You might not get to come, but I’ll certainly have fun.
I add a winking emoji.
Roma: When do I get to come?
A response doesn’t come to me right away. Part of me wants to tell him never, but I’m not that cruel. But I’m not sure what I want to do.
I could tell him to jerk off and send me the video of him coming. It’d be a nice little ending to this bit of sexting.
Roma texts again.
Roma: I’ll meet you at Hartright if you want.
I frown.
Ren: I don’t.
Roma: I only suggested it because I don’t think you’d want me to come over.
He’s 100 percent right about that.
