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was her personal life, and they’d shared everything when they were together.
The realization was cathartic for her. She didn’t go looking for the cameras, though. She did other things.
She masturbated in the shower that night, thinking about him watching her. She did it with no fanfare, losing herself quickly to the feel of her fingers between her legs, swiftly rubbing, and her soapy caress of her nipples.
She went to bed and fell asleep almost instantly after that, smug and satisfied.
The next day, she was determined to walk around naked all day. She put her hair up first, knowing he’d be able to see her mark as clear as day. Halfway through the day she got bored and fell asleep on the sofa after getting herself off again.
The following morning she awoke to a steaming breakfast of artisan sausages and potatoes. The note was pinned with a toothpick into one of the sausages. Don’t you do anything but masturbate all day?
She flipped the piece of paper over and wrote back. “Only when you’re watching.” She snagged one of the sausages in her bare fingertips and took a huge bite, letting the juices run down her chin. She ate the rest of her breakfast with her fingers, enjoying the hedonistic quality of torturing him just a little. She briefly contemplated doing other things with the last sausage. She even went so far as to trace its tip over her nipples and trail the greasy length down her belly, but the first salty taste her pussy had of it told her it was a bad idea, so she just ate it instead. She added to the note, “More food to masturbate with, please.”
Breakfast the next day consisted of a basket of fruit. She looked through it, finding bananas, mangos, strawberries. And a large cucumber. The obvious divergence from the theme made her laugh. “Don’t go hungry, please,” was all the note said.
She took her time with the fruit, though. She pulled out a bowl, trimmed the berries, peeled the bananas, cut the mangos. The cucumber she washed but left alone otherwise.
Sitting in her chair she picked each piece, tested it for stability once with her mouth, then worked it into her pussy as slowly as possible. She rubbed her clit with it for good measure before tossing it into the bowl. She had no idea whether he’d follow through with this little game, but if he was willing to follow her leads, she’d follow his and hope he was up to the contest.
Each sliver of fruit went into a new bowl after visiting her deepest depths. She saved the cucumber for last.
She kissed it once for effect, and licked its tip before placing it against her spread labia. The thing was easily as thick as Corey, though shaped differently. She wished for the curve of his cock, but she’d have to make do with this inanimate object. The memory of Aris’s cock popped into her head just then. He’d had an oddly straight and symmetrical cock, but had wielded it like a weapon. She always had the sense of herself as his opponent whose weaknesses had yet to be revealed when they were in bed together. But he’d known exactly what to do with his cock.
Corey, on the other hand, was made just right to start with. She fit his cock like a glove, every inch of him always felt amazing inside her no matter how he moved.
She shifted the cucumber so it pressed against her most sensitive places, mimicking what Aris might do, but still wishing for Corey. A slight rub, teasing at her slick folds, sliding up to swirl tiny circles around her clit, then back down again. First the tip in, testing like a hot bath. Then going for broke and plunging in all the way, making her cry out.
“Oh fuck!” She hadn’t meant to actually say it out loud, but she was so surprised at the way it made her feel, she couldn’t help it. But it felt good. And she hadn’t had something that solid and thick inside her for days. Fuck strawberries. Her fingers were more adept. The cucumber might not feel just like him, but it would make her come. She gripped her
The realization was cathartic for her. She didn’t go looking for the cameras, though. She did other things.
She masturbated in the shower that night, thinking about him watching her. She did it with no fanfare, losing herself quickly to the feel of her fingers between her legs, swiftly rubbing, and her soapy caress of her nipples.
She went to bed and fell asleep almost instantly after that, smug and satisfied.
The next day, she was determined to walk around naked all day. She put her hair up first, knowing he’d be able to see her mark as clear as day. Halfway through the day she got bored and fell asleep on the sofa after getting herself off again.
The following morning she awoke to a steaming breakfast of artisan sausages and potatoes. The note was pinned with a toothpick into one of the sausages. Don’t you do anything but masturbate all day?
She flipped the piece of paper over and wrote back. “Only when you’re watching.” She snagged one of the sausages in her bare fingertips and took a huge bite, letting the juices run down her chin. She ate the rest of her breakfast with her fingers, enjoying the hedonistic quality of torturing him just a little. She briefly contemplated doing other things with the last sausage. She even went so far as to trace its tip over her nipples and trail the greasy length down her belly, but the first salty taste her pussy had of it told her it was a bad idea, so she just ate it instead. She added to the note, “More food to masturbate with, please.”
Breakfast the next day consisted of a basket of fruit. She looked through it, finding bananas, mangos, strawberries. And a large cucumber. The obvious divergence from the theme made her laugh. “Don’t go hungry, please,” was all the note said.
She took her time with the fruit, though. She pulled out a bowl, trimmed the berries, peeled the bananas, cut the mangos. The cucumber she washed but left alone otherwise.
Sitting in her chair she picked each piece, tested it for stability once with her mouth, then worked it into her pussy as slowly as possible. She rubbed her clit with it for good measure before tossing it into the bowl. She had no idea whether he’d follow through with this little game, but if he was willing to follow her leads, she’d follow his and hope he was up to the contest.
Each sliver of fruit went into a new bowl after visiting her deepest depths. She saved the cucumber for last.
She kissed it once for effect, and licked its tip before placing it against her spread labia. The thing was easily as thick as Corey, though shaped differently. She wished for the curve of his cock, but she’d have to make do with this inanimate object. The memory of Aris’s cock popped into her head just then. He’d had an oddly straight and symmetrical cock, but had wielded it like a weapon. She always had the sense of herself as his opponent whose weaknesses had yet to be revealed when they were in bed together. But he’d known exactly what to do with his cock.
Corey, on the other hand, was made just right to start with. She fit his cock like a glove, every inch of him always felt amazing inside her no matter how he moved.
She shifted the cucumber so it pressed against her most sensitive places, mimicking what Aris might do, but still wishing for Corey. A slight rub, teasing at her slick folds, sliding up to swirl tiny circles around her clit, then back down again. First the tip in, testing like a hot bath. Then going for broke and plunging in all the way, making her cry out.
“Oh fuck!” She hadn’t meant to actually say it out loud, but she was so surprised at the way it made her feel, she couldn’t help it. But it felt good. And she hadn’t had something that solid and thick inside her for days. Fuck strawberries. Her fingers were more adept. The cucumber might not feel just like him, but it would make her come. She gripped her
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