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“How much further?” She looks back at me over her shoulder with some stray hairs plastered to her damp temple, her cheeks flushed—not with embarrassment, but with life. With the rush of a new experience, a new place. Violet isliving,and fuck, does it look good on her.
It makes me want to live too. To stop being such a hermit. To take risks, make friends, maybe even leave a vitamin bottle on the counter now and then—because who the fuck cares if everything is in perfect order all the time?
Life is messy, something I knowwell. But when did I decide that the solution to that was to stop living?
We’re so close to the top now, and I can’t wait to see what her face looks like when she gets to see the lookout over the lake.
But I hear a loud snap. And I fucking crumple.
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Violet
He wasn’t kiddingabout the best orgasm of my life. The only time I’ve ever felt so out-of-body is when I’m on the back of a horse with the wind whipping my face so hard it almost hurts. When all you can hear is that whooshing sound in your ears and the hoofbeats that reverberate through your bones.
Except this time, it was my heart beating and my blood rushing. Rushing to every delicious spot. Responding to every direction he gave me—coming to life for his words. For his attention.
Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? Never seen? I spent the day mulling over that question. Because this morning, I was nothing but one big bundle of complicated feelings.
We fell asleep talking to each other. Actually talking. And his voice. His. Voice. It’s so deep and commanding. I don’t know how anyone could ever deny him anything if he talks to them like that.
Nevermind the sound of his heavy breathing, the rasp of his palm against the silky skin of his cock. The odd tortured groan that would slip out when I knew he was trying so hard to keep them in. I could hear him pleasuring himself, but I couldn’t see it. And it was so fucking hot.
We weren’t even in the same room. I couldn’t even see him. And yet last night catapulted itself firmly into the hottest, most unforgettable sexual experience of my life.
I want more. I want him.
I race up the stairs to my apartment, feeling so sure that I can convince him to join me on the video chat. I want to do more than hear his pleasure. I want to see it.
Pretty_in_Purple:I want to celebrate!
Golddigger85:Oh?
Pretty_in_Purple:I just got a HUGE promotion at work. Huge, huge. Like ... FUCKING HUGE!
Billie pulled me aside and told me I was the new jockey for the best racehorse I’ve ever seen. I still can’t believe it. I thought she was joking when she told me. Groom to jockey is a gigantic leap. An unheard-of leap. We’re going out to celebrate tonight, but I thought I could fit some play time in with Golddigger first.
Golddigger85:Ha! Congratulations . . . I’ve got something huge for you too. ;)
I smile. I bet it is. He looked like a big man in that one photo he sent.
Pretty_in_Purple:Butterfaces usually do. ;)
Golddigger85:You’re so mean to me.
I can’t help my smile. He’s so playful today. Maybe we’ve turned a corner?
Pretty_in_Purple:I want to be really, really nice to you.
Golddigger85:Oh?
Pretty_in_Purple:Let’s video chat again.
Golddigger85:Greedy girl.
I swear it’s like I can hear him chuckle. The sound of it in my head makes my chest flush with the memory of last night.
Pretty_in_Purple:I am. I want you on there too.
