She was going to do it again. There was no need to rush, no need to hurry. She had all afternoon for this, and she was going to enjoy it… even though she had no idea who was watching.
Ella sat back on the lush, blue chair, her body draped in a long, white cotton shirt, the kind that men often wore and she often stole from the closet of such men. This shirt was hers—there had been no men in her life as of late, and she was fine with that. They were such a distraction, anyway. Of course, there had been no one at all in her life recently, as was the fate of the world in the current times she found herself living in.
Ella extended her long, bare legs in front of her. The dark, red polish on her toes stood out from her pale white skin. She was longing for a tan, but it might be weeks, or months until she would be able to leave the house. The orders to remain indoors were strict. That was fine too. She could live without a tan… but she couldn’t live without what she was about to do next.
Ella stared ahead at the tiny camera set up across the room. It had arrived on her doorstep several weeks ago in a slim, anonymous package addressed to her. Inside the box was a sleek new video camera and a small, metallic box that looked like some sort of Wi-Fi router, accompanied by a simple set of instructions. All she had to do was plug in the device, and press the camera’s only button to turn it on. Then, she was to touch herself.
For her efforts, she would be paid £300 each time she performed a female masturbation tease.
That was it.
There were no other instructions.
She had no idea who her voyeur was.
At first, Ella thought it was some sort of joke. She thought maybe one of her friends, or a former colleague was just playing a prank on her. Yet no one contacted her. After letting the camera sit on her coffee table for a couple of days, curiosity got the better of her. She plugged it in and turned it on. She poured herself a glass of wine, staring at the mysterious, silent lens for nearly an hour as if it were going to jump off the table and start talking to her. She waved to it. She walked in front of it. She smiled at it, feeling a bit silly. Then again, after weeks of being alone, nothing felt silly anymore.
Gathering up a bit of nerve, Ella slid her hand down the inside of her shirt and caressed her breasts. This was going to be a sexual fantasy she was going to enjoy to the full. Her fingers found the hard buds of her nipples and she pinched them, letting out a soft sigh. Ella arched her back and moved her hips in a slow, sensual circle, letting her hands roam over her body. A shiver ran through her. She hadn’t touched herself in weeks, and she sure hadn’t been touched by anyone else. Her body responded to her every movement. Closing her eyes, she traced her fingers down the front of her body. She cupped her generous breasts and spread her legs, letting out another soft moan in the quiet of her apartment. Ella bit down on her lip, enjoying the rush of arousal that swelled up inside her. It really had been ages. She could make herself come easily, she knew it—but not right now.
She sat forward and opened her eyes. Giving a little smirk to the lens, she teased the front of her shirt up and flashed the camera, then quickly reached out and turned it off.
“Well, that was a bit of fun,” she thought, then went about her day.
The next morning, Ella received an alert from her mobile banking app. £300 had been deposited to her account from an unknown sender. She called her bank to determine who had made the payment, but they had no more information.
Ella returned to the camera. She turned it over in her hands, searching for some markings, or information—even inspecting it with a magnifying glass. There was nothing. She set the camera back down and stared at it. She had been out of work for weeks, and the rent was coming due. £300 was a lot of money.
Ella went to her closet and pulled out three of her sexiest pieces of lingerie. Three days. She would try this bizarre experiment for three days. If the money continued to be deposited to her bank account she would earn enough to cover her rent. Then, she would box up the camera and never look at it again.
That had been almost two months ago.
~
When Ella first heard the news about the government asking people to stay inside, she thought it was just out of an abundance of caution. Yet, the more time that passed, the more serious the situation became. Staying home wasn’t just a precaution, it was a necessary way of life. That was fine with Ella. She was happy living alone, and had no problem entertaining herself. She did, however, need money.
She had no idea how or why the camera had arrived, or who on earth might have sent it, but Ella was never one to question the divine workings of providence. Every day at 3pm Ella poured herself a glass of wine, and went to work. She soon discovered she was quite good at her job.
Incredibly good, some might say.
Ella reached out and pressed the button on the side of the camera. The red light began blinking, as it had every afternoon. She gave a little wink to her unseen audience, as had become her little habit. She wanted to say something. Announce herself somehow, but didn’t know what to say. Instead, she did what came naturally… and what she was being paid to do: she began to touch herself.
Ella stared at the camera a few feet away from her as she let her fingers graze over her chest. She pulled her legs up on to the chair, parting them slightly, then closing them… a simple tease. She slid her calves against each other, settling into her chair. She ran her fingers over her long strawberry blonde hair, her body swaying to a soft song playing the background… just a little ambiance she had added. Beyond that, the room was completely silent. She could hear her own breath, her own heart beating.
Staring at the camera, Ella began to undress. She started with the lowest button on her shirt, then moved to the next one. Her outfit this afternoon was simple. She had chosen a pair of white, lace panties that were cut high on the side of her hips. She wore no bra. Just her panties and that long, men’s shirt covering her body. She ran her touch up her smooth thighs, then pressed her hand between her legs.
She was wet already. Ella had discovered how much showing off her body turned her on, and today was no exception—she was ready to give another erotic performance.
Ella slowly rocked her body back and forth in the chair. She moved her hips in small circles as if grinding on an unseen pole. She undid the last button of her shirt and let it fall open. Her bare breasts were now visible to the camera’s lens, the hard, pink buds of her nipples aroused and protruding from her soft pink areolas. She ran her hands over her breasts, savouring the sensation of her fingers on her skin and pinched her nipples lightly, gasping as a jolt of electricity ran through her. She slid her hands back down letting her fingers trail lightly over her pubic mound. She moaned and bit down on her lower lip.
Yes, she was going to give her unseen audience a show they truly deserved. She wanted to share every emotion that she had been feeling these last few weeks with whoever it was that was watching her. The tension… the desperate need to connect… the overwhelming desire to release all that energy somewhere—anywhere. She knew the world felt it, too… that’s what she wanted to share.
Ella stared intently at the camera’s lens as she pulled her panties to the side, stretching the fabric as she slid her fingers between her smoothly shaved lips. Her hips rolled in small, gyrating circles as she pushed her fingers deeper inside her wet pussy. She pinched her nipples, letting out another moan as her eyes closed.
Beyond the camera’s lens, she imagined a world of people, trapped, just like her. Nowhere to go, nothing to do. She imagined her face was on the TV screen of everyone trapped inside their homes. She imagined them watching her, in their apartments, in their bedrooms, beneath the covers on their tiny mobile devices, doing just what she was doing right now… pleasuring themselves.
Ella had a vivid imagination. Every time she touched herself, a new fantasy would pop into her head. Sometimes she thought about lovers she’d had, or lovers she desired. Sometimes she thought about men, sometimes women. Sometimes she thought about being with a complete stranger, someone she’d met at a bar, back when the bars were still open. God, the bars. How she missed the chance to meet a tall, handsome stranger in a bar… the kind who would know exactly what kind of drink to buy her, without asking. The kind she would let do anything to her he wanted. Ella could practically feel the heat from the body of a sexy stranger next to her, staring at her intently as he undressed her in with his eyes… it had been so long.
In normal life, Ella would often accept a drink from just such a stranger, chatting and flirting, waiting for the inevitable invitation back to his place, which she would also often accept. Not now. Her imaginary stranger would simply take her hand and lead her out the door, into a dark alley. Without a word he would push her up against the brick wall and kiss her hard on the mouth. She’d kiss him back, her tongue thrusting between his lips, tasting him, biting him, beckoning him to ravish her in any way he wanted.
She would push her hands down the front of his pants, feeling his cock already raging hard. His hands would grab at her, hungrily groping her. He would spin her around and yank her skirt up. She’d feel his breath hot on her neck as he stripped down her panties. She’d push her hips back as he pulled his cock out and ground it against her bare ass. Then, without warning, he’d thrust into her, driving her hard against the gravely surface of the building. She would turn her face against the cold, brick wall, staring down the darkened alley as a complete stranger took her from behind. His aggressive thrusts would build, his long cock penetrating her faster and faster. She’d bite down on her lip to keep from crying out as he reached around and found her clit, stroking her roughly. Finally, he’d grab her hips and grunt behind her, exploding deep inside her. The surge of his come would trigger her own orgasm. She would cry out, feeling his warm, wet come dripping from her pussy. He would pull his pants up and leave, disappearing into the night.
That was certainly one of her hottest fantasies… but it was only one. Ella had many—one of her absolutely favorites fantasies that she was drawn to each afternoon was to pretend she was a porn star. Ella loved being told what do to, and loved the idea of having to act out a script for a movie that would have her following directions to perform sexual acts. She even fantasized she had a porn star name: Azure Rose.
Azure Rose was naughty—much naughtier than Ella really was in real life. She would do anything. Often when Ella was staring in the tiny camera lens in her apartment, putting on her show for her mysterious benefactor, she would pretend the camera was set up on a porn shoot, and she was the star. She closed her eyes and pictured she was naked on a large bed, with a small crew watching her, just on the other side of that camera. Her hands would be tied above her head at the wrists, and she would be blindfolded. All around her she could hear a bunch of voices whispering quietly. Men, and women. The script would call for her to be restrained as an “untold number of people had their way with her.” She would get so wet just thinking about the very idea.
The scene would begin with someone touching her. A hand on her breasts, another hand on her thighs. She would sense bodies approaching her on the bed. More hands would touch her, some soft, some more demanding. She would feel a thumb or finger pushing into her mouth. She’d lick it slowly with her tongue and suck on that person’s finger as if it were a cock, which she knew it soon would be. She’d feel another person’s mouth on her breasts, sucking on her erect nipples. Hands moving on her stomach, down over her pubic mound. She’d gasp, and instinctively try to reach out as someone slid their finger inside her pussy. Her arms would remain above her head, firmly tied in place.
She’d feel someone crawl onto the bed next to her, then a cock pushing against her mouth. She’d part her lips, licking the tip of the cock before sucking on it. Another body would move onto the bed. Her legs would be spread wide and she’d feel a hard cock between them. She’d cry out as the cock would bury itself in her pussy, her cries muffled by the thick shaft stuffed in her mouth. More bodies would join her on the bed. More lips and tongues would consume her breasts. More cocks would press against her lips, her face, her hands.
Sometimes she’d feel the softness of a woman kissing her, sometimes the masculine force of man. Sometimes a woman would straddle her, and she’d extend her tongue and lick the clit and the pussy of the unseen woman above her, driving her wild with pleasure until the woman shuddered in an orgasm.
She would come over and over again… from being penetrated, from being pleasured, from having her clit touched, her nipples touched, her ass fingered. She would cry out as her entire body convulsed… as the endless sea of cocks exploded on her… coming again and again in the swirling orgy of naked bodies writhing and twisting all over her on the bed, until every single body was completely spent, including hers.
It was the isolation, she knew it.
The wild orgy fantasy was not just a fantasy… she desperately wanted to be there on that bed, naked, and taken by everyone at the same time. She might fool herself into thinking she could live alone forever, but the truth was, she needed to be touched. She needed to be touched by the entire world.
~
This afternoon, as Ella closed her eyes and began to touch herself, she didn’t need a script. She didn’t need her alter ego, Azure Rose. Today, as she stared at the camera lens, all she could think about was everyone watching her. All those eyes… all those cocks… all those pussies… everyone touching themselves as she touched herself.
Ella pushed her white lace panties down to her ankles and spread her legs wide. She needed to be completely exposed now, completely naked for the world to see her as she wished to be seen.
She slid her fingers between her lips. Her hips rose off the chair, her body still moving in those trained, elegant circles as she fingered her pussy. She moaned, her eyes closed as she pushed a finger deep inside her, then another. She stroked her clit, touching herself as only she could. She spread her legs apart, then closed them, as if drawing an imaginary lover into her. She could practically feel someone between her legs… a stranger’s cock, or a woman’s pussy, grinding up against her body.
Ella moaned again. She spread her fingers along the edges of her labia, sliding her fingers over her clit, teasing herself, bringing her to the edge. She raised her hips and pushed her fingers all the way inside her, feeling her inner walls expanding as she penetrating her pussy as deeply as she could.
Faster and faster Ella began to thrust her fingers in and out. She could feel her orgasm swelling. Her climax was inevitable. Was everyone ready? Were they, too, ready to climax with her?
This was it… the final fantasy she imagined. Ella had no idea who was on the other side of that camera, and who was watching her, but after the weeks of isolation, and the weeks of being all alone, she didn’t care. Her only wish was that as she touched herself, she could see every single person doing the same thing.
She wanted to see men gripping their powerful cocks, pumping them hard until they exploded.
She wanted to see women pleasuring their pussies, just as she was doing, spreading their legs and burying their fingers deep inside themselves, stroking their clits and making themselves orgasm over and over again.
She wanted to see girls thrusting dildos inside their cunts and asses. She wanted to see everyone coming at the same time… everyone climaxing in the biggest orgy the world had ever known.
Ella waited as long as she possibly could… until it was simply too much to take. Her release came like an explosion. She threw her head back and yelled as loud as she could as she came. Her entire body shook. Her muscles quivered with pleasure. Her breasts heaved up and down, her toes pressed into the hardwood floor, her body thrust back against her chair.
“Yes, yes… I’m coming… I’m coming!”
No one heard her. No one was there. Yet, on the other side of the camera, she knew the entire world could hear her. They heard her heavy breathing and her gasps of pleasure. They could see her engorged nipples, rock hard and erect. They could see her fingers thrusting inside her pussy, her legs spread wide.
They could see everything.
Ella cried out again, her hips bucking furiously now in her chair. Her fingers worked her clit as fast as they could. Her body shook uncontrollably.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! Come with me… come with me, please!”
Ella’s entire body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, again and again. Her screams grew louder and louder. She thrust her fingers deep inside her until they were soaked with her juices.
Finally, she collapsed. She remained motionless, giving her audience time to do as they needed. Slowly, she opened her eyes, staring once again at the camera in her empty room. She ran her hands over her skin, basking in the sensation of another pleasurable orgasm. She slowly sat up. Giving her customary wink, she waved goodbye.
She would be there, tomorrow afternoon, in the same blue chair. She hoped everyone else would be, too. Eventually, she knew, the world would be back to normal. Eventually, the money would stop being deposited in her account, and the little light on the camera would stop blinking. It may take time, but eventually, this would all be but another memory.
For now, Ella held the world in the palm of her hand… just how she liked it.
The End

The last thing I expected in my morning newspaper was an article about female masturbation and male masturbation – the health benefits it can provide. My mother would have fainted at seeing a sex-related topic in mainstream media. Seeing the headline even surprised me if I’m being honest.
I couldn’t help myself—I had to read the article and once I finished it, well the truth was there in black and white. Masturbation is good for many reasons—like helping to fight depression and increase confidence. I always need less of one and more of the other. I couldn’t say it wasn’t true, though to be honest, I hadn’t bothered touching myself in quite a long time.
At lunch with some friends, I mentioned the article. They had read it too and blushed while we chatted in hushed tones to prevent anyone from overhearing our filthy conversation. I couldn’t help but touch my neck when I felt as though someone out there might hear. Checking the people around us in order to make sure they weren’t listening made me feel paranoid.
Why was I so afraid of others overhearing us talk about sex? It was such a taboo and here we were, whispering about things we had thought of trying, stories we had read that made us squirm, and yet… we hadn’t touched ourselves.
Or, if we had, it was hurried and quick and later full of shame. Even if it felt oh so good at the moment. I wanted to reconnect with my body.
No. I needed to reconnect with my sexual energies.
“Ladies, we need to remedy our issues with this topic.” The three of them looked up at me as if I had all the answers. I didn’t, but I knew someone who might.
“Let’s take a trip to the adult store.” Amelia and Char froze, wide-eyed. Sandra squared her shoulders and backed my play.
“We’re going to find some amazing toys and have some incredible orgasms of our own accord.” Sandra hadn’t lowered her voice and the couple sitting at the next table looked at us. The guy looked like he had choked on his water while the woman seemed intrigued.
Her words struck me like a hammer to a gong. Excitement ran through me and it reverberated, bringing Amelia and Char back to life. They were filled with the thrill of being naughty.
Once we paid our bill, we gathered our things and stood to leave, strangely hesitant. The ladies looked at me expectantly.
“Well, let’s go.” I couldn’t believe how excited Amelia sounded. They all stared at me. I grabbed my things and nodded.
“Wow, okay. You want to go now, then I guess we go now.” Laughing, we were all ready to find out a better way to pleasure ourselves, to relearn how our bodies responded to stimulation, manual and electronic.
Walking into the adult store was a trip and fate. We cracked jokes to bolster our resolve, and it turned out there was a class going on. They were discussing masturbation and self-care as if they went hand in hand. Exactly what we needed.
By the time the class was over, we each had a bag full of goodies. Lube, toys, lingerie—things to make us feel sexy and desirable. My heart felt like it was ready to burst. The thrill of new knowledge and the fantasies running through my mind had me in a tizzy. I needed to get home now.
Scattered, I headed home on auto-pilot. Tossing my keys on the side table and kicking off my shoes, I went straight to the bedroom to give the toy a whirl. And give it a whirl I did. I touched and caressed and teased myself into the almost-there territory. I didn’t know what was missing.
But then you called.
You asked what I wanted to do tonight. An idea formed and after agreeing on a time I headed back to the adult store to get a few more accoutrements for our date.
The shop assistants recognised me from earlier. I blushed and stammered telling them what I was looking for and they helped me find it. Along with more instructions when it came to tying up your partner and gagging them. Safe signals were a must if the bound person couldn’t speak.
While it was a lot, I knew we would make it work. We didn’t have to use the ball gag if you chose otherwise. Negotiation wasn’t new to either of us. I may have feared asking this of you at first. And baulked at asking questions in the masturbation class I wandered into but I knew we were capable.
Once home again, I showered and then made the bed up with clean sheets. I dressed for our date—a silky blouse, a pencil skirt that zipped up the back, and sexy fishnet stockings I knew would drive you insane with lust. I couldn’t wait to perform a striptease.
It took me a few moments to figure out which chair would work for our needs and I attached the big fluffy cuffs for your ankles and then your wrists. Unable to help myself, I cuffed one of my wrists and wiggled around. As I giggled, I released my wrist and grabbed for my phone.
Picking out the music for the evening was a breeze with access to your playlist. Choosing songs with sultry tones and naughty lyrics would help, or so I hoped. This was all new to me and I followed my heart.
Shaking it off as best I could, I attached the wrist cuffs to the arms of the chair. I knew you cared about me. Even more so since you were willing to go this extra step tonight. Being at my mercy and unable to touch me wasn’t on your list of turn-ons that I knew.
But then I hear you enter downstairs and call my name. You’re here. I have candles lit and the table set for the light dinner you promised. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I bring out the wand later. The wait will be worth it, though.
***
I hold my breath as I strap your ankles and wrists to the chair. You had been kind enough to put the ball gag on yourself. My hands had been shaking a little too much. The wine we had with dinner didn’t lessen the nervous tickle I couldn’t shake.
Trying new things always held an edge of fear. This is one I want to embrace. Now you’re settled in the chair, I sit on the edge of the bed. “Since we are unable to have a safe word, we’ll be doing a safe signal.” I try to sound like I know what I’m doing. There’s a bit of a hitch in my voice, I pause to shake it off. “You should be able to snap your fingers. Three snaps, then three more. I’ll free you, pet. Try it now.”
I watch your fingers as they snap three times, then three more. The cuffs rattle against the wooden arms of the chair. As I watch your fingers move, I bite my bottom lip. Hearing the snapping makes me smile and fills me with warmth. I didn’t realise just how hot I would get while binding you to the chair. The lacy underwear I wore clung to me, damp with my desire.
The music kicks on and sends a thrill zipping through me. You’re bound and a little squirmy. I’m in desperate need of an orgasm, or maybe three. As programmed, the lights dim and I stand.
“I hope you enjoy the show tonight.” I stroke your cheek, the straps of the ball gag just right against your skin. “I’d remove this but I know I’d give in to any begging to free you. It’s more for me than you.”
Running my fingertips along your collarbone, I wonder if you’ll reach your limit and signal for freedom. I’d respect the request, of course. Deep inside I worry you won’t like what I planned. Or that something will go sideways and it won’t be sexy. And then you look up at me, anticipation clear in the way you gaze at me. The lust in your features pushes my fears away.
Kissing the centre of your forehead, I step away to strip my clothes off. I feel your eyes watching as my fingers undo every button. Turning, I let the blouse slide down my arms and fall to the floor. Unzipping my skirt next reveals the lace undergarments beneath as it slides down my legs. I use my foot to toss the skirt away and face you again.
Lifting my foot, I place it on your shoulder and roll down the fishnet stocking, then switch to the other leg to do the same. I watch and revel in the feel of the straps as you rub your face against my ankle. I slide my fingers along your hair and pull you off gently. “Not tonight, pet.”
Just watching me strip has your desire peaking if your squirming is any indication.
I enjoy seeing your hands grip the arms of the chair you’re bound to, wishing you were gripping my arms or my hips. But instead, I’m going to show you how I like to be touched. The beat of the music in the background reaches into my soul. And I move.
Touching myself, shifting my hips the way the music dictates, gliding my fingers along skin I want you to lick, kiss, and nibble. Pinching my nipples in time when the bass thump, thump, thumps. I watch your throat as you swallow and I swallow hard in response.
Running my fingers along my collarbone to the back of my neck, I flip my hair out away from my body. The music has me now. I’m in its loving embrace. My skin is heated and glistening. I can see the sheen on your forehead as you stare at me. You look afraid to blink as if you might miss something important.
Placing my hands on your forearms, I bend over, my breasts teasing you as I whisper in your ear. Sliding my nails along your skin, I grin when the little hairs stand at attention. The scent of your flesh makes me bite my lip. I want to grind myself against you. Resisting is hard but I force myself back to the task at hand.
“You watching me…” I nip your earlobe. “I’m so fucking horny right now and I think that’s part of the reason why.” I can see the pulse jumping in your neck and the way your neck muscles tighten. Your fingers stretch to get a touch but I back away and tut.
“Naughty pet. Where did you want to touch?” Your gaze moves from place to place on my body and I touch them. My hip bone, my breast, then slide my fingers between my thighs along my labia.
Running my fingers along my lips sends a spark of excitement through me. Stronger than I expected. Sitting at the end of the bed, I fan myself for a moment. I need to find that spot again. I scoot back on the bed and spread my legs. Your eyes widen as I glide my fingers along my opening. I’m wet. So wet.
Lifting my damp fingers up, I can smell the desire on me. It’s heady. Darting my tongue out to taste isn’t enough and I end up sucking my fingers clean.
For a moment, I forget about you watching me as I revel in the taste of myself. In the past, I’ve tasted my juices mixed with my partner but never just myself. A guttural moan from you brings me back to the present. I feel like a deer caught in headlights, my heart races in my chest as you struggle against the ropes that bind.
Laying back against the pillows I rub myself against the sheets. The feel against my skin isn’t enough. There’s an itch I need to scratch. Dipping my fingers between my labia lips again, I delve deeper, probing. Teasing myself as much as you are being teased.
While playing with my pussy, I glide the nails of my other hand along my skin, leaving trails that vanish almost as quickly as they appear. My hips rock up as I push my fingers down, wishing it was your hand. Or your tongue. Some part of you making love to me.
My eyes roll closed and my hips rock faster. My other hand digs into the sheet, gripping it as my inner walls clench my fingers in pleasure. Taking a deep breath when I recall how to inhale, I look at you. A sheen of sweat glistens on your bare skin. I lick my lips and then lazily lift myself to crawl to the edge of the bed.
My knees are weak but I push myself up so I can touch you again. Another torment for both of us. Nuzzling my face into your neck, I place a kiss in the spot that drives you to dizzying heights. The scent of you and the taste of your salty skin on my tongue amps up my desire.
Laying back on the bed, I squirm against it in an attempt to force it to conform to my body. It doesn’t comply. Instead, it warms my flesh and helps sate my desire to be touched by you. Not completely. Just enough to keep going.
“I have a surprise for you. Well, not exactly for you. You’ll see.” Reaching further up the bed, I find the wand I’d hidden in the covers. I sit up and present it to you like a precious gift. When I press the power button, I see your eyes widen. My own widen as well. I hadn’t used any toys like this one before.
Testing the power of the vibrating head, I press it against my nipple. I jump and then giggle. It’s powerful and it feels incredible against my nerve endings. I do it again and hold it there a little longer. Biting my lip to hold in a moan doesn’t work. My eyes close and my throat works as I gasp. Whimpers sound as I exhale. It’s as though the nerves in that nipple lead straight to my happy spot.
“If I’m not careful, I could lose myself in this toy. Do you want to see me lose myself, pet?” The nod you give is emphatic. I want to come apart for you. I want you to see me fall to pieces and then watch those pieces meld back together again.
Using the wand, I touch it to my other nipple to see if it has the same effect. It’s not as strong as before, but it does work me into a tizzy. I need to know how it will feel on my clit but I don’t want to move that fast either.
The need to draw out my pleasure is also a wonderful way to torment you to the edge of madness. And perhaps beyond. To teach you that you’re not the only one who can play with me the way you do. That I’m learning how I like to be touched and pinched and fondled too.
Sliding the vibrating wand down my abdomen, I skim it over my labia. The tease sends me reeling for more and I press harder, this time aiming for the button of my clit. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
I get a glimpse of you shifting against the chair. Perhaps you’re hoping to get some relief. I mirror your movement with the wand. Squirming against the head the way you try to rub yourself against the chair. Is it giving you any kind of relief or is all your wiggling driving you deeper into the madness of desire?
I fight the urge to squeeze the head of the wand to my sensitive folds and instead open my legs for you to watch. Ripples of pleasure move through me from my centre. Pressing the heels of my feet into the bed, I’m able to steady my rocking body. A thick feeling infuses my limbs, like warm honey coating my muscles. I feel heavy, so heavy.
Letting the wand drop, I go back to using my fingers. Pinching my nipples and using my nails to ignite sparks of pain along my abdomen. I use one hand to spread my pussy open and the other to fuck myself until the orgasm has me writhing and gasping.
Basking in the glow of climax, my breathing steadies and I allow myself to drift, knowing that you’re bound and unable to touch me or whisper dirty words into my ear. Slowly regaining myself, I watch you. You’re sitting very still and looking at me with such intensity I can almost feel it glide along my flesh.
Once I recover, I sit up. It feels as though an ember flickered deep inside me. With the right touch, I knew I could fan it into ablaze. I smile at you and touch your cheek. I allow you to rub your face against my palm, feeling the rough fabric of the straps against my sensitive flesh.
“Oh, pet. It was so good of you to give me this tonight.” I undo the clasps on the ball gag and remove it with care. Picking up my blouse, I wipe your face. Taking my time, I unbind your wrist and ankles, rubbing them as I do. Checking in with you.
“Well, did you enjoy tonight?” I run my fingers along your arm again, up to your collarbone, and touch your lips. You press a kiss to my fingertips and smile.
“You are so beautiful and yes, I enjoyed watching you pleasure yourself tonight.” The tip of your tongue against the palm of my hand as you kiss me causes tingles to trace up my arm.
“Well, pet. I’ve shown you how I like to be touched. Now it’s your turn.”
The End

Eight years we’ve been friends and it never entered my mind before today that we would ever go there. Last week when you asked me out for dinner, I thought nothing of it whatsoever. Just that we’d have dinner (as we often do) and that would be it.
I didn’t realise it would turn into this…
Me lying naked next to you, having just had the best sex of my life.
***
Earlier, you texted the address of where we’d be eating and I didn’t recognise it at all. In recent times, it’s always been that nice Italian off Dover Street or the French restaurant I like down by Canary Wharf. Nice places, you know? Not too shabby. So I pulled up the address on Maps and realised it was your studio.
We met many years ago when we were working on a play together. Remember? You were slightly older, I knew, and had a skinhead then and were fucking your way through the cast. Most of them went bright red whenever you walked into the room and it bamboozled me. I was awkward, academic and unsure of myself. I had ambitions and certainly, no time for boys. We swapped numbers though because we enjoyed each other’s dark sense of humour, but you never made a move on me. I was fresh out of stage school and had too much to achieve. You were dangerous and not what I was looking for.
I got a job working on a soap soon after that play. You used to rib me about my looks having got me the part. You were tired of treading the boards, but nevertheless, went on a tour of Europe with another stage company soon after… and the next time we saw one another, I was in a relationship with my first serious boyfriend.
That relationship only just ended recently after I realised the sex was bad. Plus, seven years together and I never managed to get him to move in with me.
I made a friend last year called Katie who I worked with on this terrible commercial. We hit it off and started going out clubbing together. We got to talking about boyfriends one night and she was asking about Pete, my now ex. She’d met him only the once.
“He looks like he’s an animal in bed… dark and brooding and stuff,” I remember her saying.
I didn’t know what to say to her. I’d had one lay in university that was nothing to write home about, but I was fairly sure Pete wasn’t anything to brag about either. The trouble was, I didn’t really have anything to compare it to.
“I sometimes wonder about that… I mean, how many times do you… you know…?” She caught on to my meaning. “When you do it. Do you come every time?”
She blinked at me and grinned strangely. “I come like, every time. Not always through penetrative. But most guys are happy to frig me off or lick down there. If that doesn’t work, bringing out the trusted vibrator seems to be fine by them, as long as they get to use it on me.”
I was feeling fairly conscious of the fact that me and Pete had never discussed alternatives to his cock. She seemed to read this on my face without me even having to say it.
“WHAT? He doesn’t use fingers or tongue or anything?”
We were having this conversation in a loud club and had found our own booth to tuck ourselves away into, but I still felt awkward.
I shook my head subtly. “I was at a hen party recently and everyone got pocket vibrators in the party bag. I went home and thought I’d give it a try. Let’s just say, my eyes were opened.”
“Ugh, dump him already!” Katie screamed.
Over the next few months, I tried to broach the subject with Pete.
At first, he said, “Are you saying you think I’m not good enough? Do you wanna go and stare at other men’s parts down at the local lav? Cos trust me, I’ve got a big ’un and I’m not gonnabe using toys on you when I’ve got this weapon for ya, all right?”
I tried other ways to get him to realise that I needed foreplay and more attention from other parts of his anatomy. I even got us some porn, and smut writing, but he said, “Women shouldn’t watch that!”
So a month ago, I finally did it. I filled a plastic bag with all the bits I’d kept at his place—toothbrush, hairbrush, spare panties, tampons, etcetera—and left him a note: Have a nice life, Pete. I had him banging on my door the next day, then when I didn’t answer, leaving me voicemails constantly. I changed my number and the locks, just to be sure. He got the message eventually.
Earlier today, I grabbed a taxi to your studio, not sure what I might be letting myself in for. Perhaps subconsciously, I felt like something was about to change.
You gave up acting a while ago and instead decided to teach dance. I envy you in a way. You don’t have to rely on anyone else ever again. You have the responsibility of it all, but you also have a great reputation.
Since my soap work dried up, I’ve been questioning everything. I’ve got some money to tide me over, but I do wonder if treading the boards again might be something I’d enjoy once more. I actually don’t know why I ever quit, except maybe soap money was better, and I thought it’d be easier work (it wasn’t).
Anyway, you were there at the door before I ever rang the bell. You startled me, in fact. Had you been watching for my arrival? You still had your (longer) hair tied back like you’d not long finished a class, but I could tell you’d taken a quick shower because there were a few drips of water staining your smart shirt. You’d put on slacks and a shirt, for me?
“Vicks, I’m so happy to see you,” you said.
Shy and a little reluctant to admit I was happy to see you too, I merely smiled and took your hand when you held it out to me. You led me up two flights and into the flat above your workshop.
Your flat, compact though it is, was warm and inviting.
You stared at my skimpy dress as though as I was a snack before the main event.
“I’m going clubbing after we’ve had dinner,” I explained. “I thought about bringing a change of clothes…”
“You look hot, Vicks,” you said, as we stood in your kitchen.
You’d pre-prepped some food that I could see beneath pan lids on the stove. I was hungry and not sure I was ready for the wine you’d already started to pour.
“You look good, too. Anywhere you’re going to after here?”
You shook your head. “Nowhere.”
I was left to wonder why you were dressed so smartly at all, especially when you’d usually turn up for dinner in ripped jeans and a polo shirt or something.
Smiling, you passed me a glass of wine, and asked, “So, you’re not dating right now?”
“No, very much not,” I said, and had no idea why I felt the need to put such emphasis on the word.
You drank several mouthfuls of wine, then put your glass on the side and folded your arms. Then while nervously tucking your wild hair behind your ears, you said, “It’s rare that both of us are single at the same time.”
It was that moment that the penny dropped and your eyebrows rose up and down a few times. I burst out laughing and so did you. You realised how ridiculous you’d sounded and I snorted into my hand, nearly spilling my wine.
“You’ve been single a lot, Ricky,” I giggled. “I’ve been the attached one. You’ve been… you.”
You raised one eyebrow and asked, “Anyway, are you hungry?”
“Very.”
We sat down to eat at your tiny table for two in the corner of the kitchen. You talked about work and I couldn’t help but stare at your mouth. You asked me questions about my work and I said I was thinking about auditioning for a play that might involve some singing and dancing—and did you have any time to help me prepare?
So you said, “Yeah, why don’t we go down to the studio after this?”
Again, I thought really nothing much of it.
While you left me with the dessert however, you were gone a while to “prepare the studio”.
It was only once you finally got me in there that I realised what was going on.
Candles had been lit everywhere, and black sheets covered all the dance mats. Cushions and a champagne bucket had also been brought in. The lights were down and all I could see was your chest heaving as you wondered whether you’d got it wrong.
“I promise I don’t do this for everyone,” you said breathily. “I just thought… I don’t want to waste any more time. I just want to give you pleasure and show you how I feel. If you say no, that’s fine. But I don’t want to mess about, not anymore.”
It was strange as you led me to a place amid the candles for us to be seated on the mats. You were shaking while I felt numb and sort of out of body. We’d been friends so long. I’d been the awkward twenty-two-year-old when we met who’d only had one lay. You’d been the hunky older guy who’d oozed confidence but didn’t seem to have a grasp on serious things. I’d been put off by that devil-may-care attitude, but over the years, I’d realised that wasn’t you at all. That was just a persona.
I think when we got seated, you quickly realised you’d have to make the first move, and when you kissed me that first time, it struck me that there was more here than I’d anticipated.
My clothes, skimpy as they were, felt suddenly restrictive as you set my body on fire. It wasn’t going to be like before… this was different. I knew it straight away.
When you were kissing me with your hand on my face, or on my throat, then your fingertips stroking my bare arms, a hidden part of me unlocked. This was what real connection felt like! I felt free like I never had with Pete. With every kiss you bestowed, I was becoming more wanton, more aroused and certainly, more confident of your feelings for me. Perhaps I’d buried mine for you because I’d always been scared of rejection.
As you took my hand while we were kissing, which I found to be such an intimate gesture,then stroked the sensitive skin of my exposed thighs, I already knew this was worth the risk of getting hurt. This was already better than seven years spent in frustration with a man who just hadn’t cared enough to ask if I was enjoying myself. I was already enjoying myself and that was because of you, Ricky.
“I should crack open the champagne,” you said, and I shyly agreed, though I’d have happily continued sharing open-mouthed kisses with you.
I think nerves had hit, and you were delaying the inevitable. I impatiently waited for you to open that bloody champagne.
In fact, we never drank a drop because we toasted, but then you were kissing me again, ravenous for more. I wasn’t complaining. I wanted you so badly, I could feel my heart beating in my clit.
You were good, too good at this, and it made me feel self-conscious. I kept thinking, “What if I’m not enough?” However, once you kissed my throat, I think all doubts, worries and cares drifted away.
Especially when you whispered, “You’re beautiful,” as you teased the strap of my dress down, exposed my peaked nipple and lightly tugged on my tender bud.
Fuck, Ricky! I remember thinking. Fuck! I was already wetter than I’d ever been before. And when I glanced down, I could see you were straining your trousers. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t find any words, but I wanted to demand for us to be naked together right that second.
Then you were smiling as we were kissing and you whispered, “You’re so aroused.”
I bit my lip to stop myself saying something silly like, “How do you know that?”
I quickly figured out it was because you could smell my pheromones. And the way you kept kissing me so firmly, so passionately, I knew I’d never been this desired before—and it was that which was making me wet and desperate.
I was nearly gulping on the emotion of it but somehow found my confidence to kiss you back, put my hands on you and start unbuttoning your shirt. I wanted so badly to touch your body, pull you close and draw you into me. We caught one another’s eyes occasionally and I could see your desire just as clearly as you could see and smell mine.
The insides of my thighs ached as I unbuttoned your trousers and revealed your cock. I was scared by your size and thickness. Much bigger than Pete. I’d been misled about men’s equipment, that was for sure. Ricky, you were twice the size at least, and I was dreading it; I can’t deny it. I was frightened. But as I wrapped my hand around your shaft and looked into your eyes, all I saw staring back at me was adoration and the man I’d come to call a friend. I trusted you. I knew you’d take care of me.
So I bravely had a suck on my new toy and realised how wonderful it was to lick a fully engorged cock, so thick and hard. Just for me! You tasted delicious, and you moaned with every flick of my tongue. You never once said I was doing it wrong. In fact, I could do no wrong as you wriggled about on the sheet and groaned—the sight of your fit and tidy body making even more wetness build at my entrance. I can’t deny I was very much getting off on the fact that you were looking at me licking your cock like you’d dreamt about it many times already and couldn’t believe it was actually happening. I realised I had an older, more experienced guy at my whim and you were struggling not to come. It empowered me.
I needed you inside me before I died of want and need. You looked like a man on the edge as I lifted to my knees and teased my panties off—the pounding between my legs now overwhelming.
My dress was trapped around my waist but there was no time to deal with it. You kissed me desperately and pulled me across your thighs.
I was frightened. My legs were shaking. You seemed so big.
Yet as our bare chests pushed together and the head of your cock sat at my entrance, you murmured, “You’re so wet for me, angel,” and I forgot what I was afraid of.
I sank down past your head easily, so engorged, so wet and aroused and ready for you. My thighs were trembling wildly and you grasped my bottom, tugging me closer, needing more. I slid all the way, so swollen around you. You gasped, the tightness almost unbearable.
I thought I’d never be able to handle you, but as we moved carefully and I got used to you, I relaxed, and you grinned like this was meant to be. Like it was real. Finally, we were together. I shoved my hands in your hair and rode you until I came, the most delicate, light orgasm throbbing through my belly.
You removed my dress all the way, ran your hands up and down my sides, then pulled on my buttocks so you could be deeper inside me. My orgasm had made me slicker. And your worship of my breasts made me even more accepting of you and you lay back while I rode you like the starved bitch I really was, slamming my pussy down on your thick cock, again and again. I felt sure you’d come with me this time, but you didn’t… and I was afraid I wasn’t enough. However, when I really looked into your eyes and saw the torment there, the strain of you holding off became apparent. My god, I thought. Not only is he gorgeous, the man of my dreams, but he’s selfless in bed, too.
We switched positions so I was lying down. I sensed there would be a next stage of worship as you stared at my naked body, drinking in the whole of me with your eyes. Indeed, you slid your tongue between my legs and set me on fire. I was a virgin when it came to being tongued and another part of me sprang free at your touch. I even started touching my breasts, and it made you work your tongue harder on my nubbin. You also sucked at my entrance, slid your tongue inside me and kissed my pussy lips. I thought I’d die.
I’d starved for so long, and why?
I still had my strappy shoes on, and when I looked down at your wild, messy hair out of control and your face between my thighs, I lost it utterly and completely. You sensed me letting go and slid two fingers into me. I started riding them and slammed my hips and up down. It was instinct and desire. I needed you so desperately… and I got exactly what I wanted.
Then you kissed me and I got a taste of myself for the first time. Another discovery.
There was a ravenous hunger in your eyes, and I suddenly saw what we were to one another.
Your trousers and shoes went next. You were steeling yourself for the denouement.
I was entirely naked aside from the shoes, my legs open, my own hands stroking my breasts as I never had in front of another man. I didn’t feel at all naked, though. I was happy to show you everything when I’d never shown a man more than my breasts before. The other times it had been beneath covers and nothing more than standard missionary with no foreplay. This was truly on another level.
I had no idea what was coming next, so when you slid into me from behind, your hands and mouth exploring my face and body, I jumped for joy. And fuck, did you feel magnificent from behind, plunging your thick cock into my fat pussy, which squelched with every thrust. I wasn’t embarrassed a lick, which I would’ve been before. Not with you, though, Ricky. You wanted it all, and I wanted to give it to you. You made me feel free.
You even took my hand and encouraged me to touch myself—something the ex had told me was off-limits. I wasn’t to touch myself at all.
Fuck him.
Now I’ve got you, Ricky… all those rules are gone.
Fuck, as you plunged your large penis into me, I couldn’t believe I was accepting you again and again. You held my legs wide open like I was your toy, and you squeezed my breasts and sucked at my throat like I was your slut. I adored it. Please, fuck me harder, I thought.
I moaned, and you took the hint, slamming your hips against my buttocks.
The more I cried out and panted, the harder you slammed into me.
The harder you fucked me, the more difficult it became for you to hold on. I turned my head toward you, and you kissed me viciously. I dug my hand into your long, wild locks and yanked on it. That drove you wild, and you grimaced as you pumped your dick inside me.
I relied heavily on your strength to hold me in place as you gave me so much pleasure that I was nearly a puddle in your arms. It was such a surprise when I finally orgasmed, the full strength of it taking my breath away as I clutched you over and over and a warmth spread throughout my entire body. I thought I was going to split apart right before you came, spurting outside of my body as a courtesy, I thought—since we’d not had time for that conversation. I’d have let you come inside me; I’d wanted it.
Then came the soft kisses and cuddling. Our shared smiles and your look of relief.
I knew in that moment we were in love. Probably had been, as well, for some time.
“You’re not going clubbing?” you asked.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Wanna move in with me?” you said.
I thought about it for second. “Hell, yes.”
The End

Josephine was feeling very frisky tonight. She wondered if Jasper would notice just how much. She’d been hatching a plan for a few weeks now, and today everything had fallen into place.
When she and Jasper had first met, he’d revealed to Josephine his deepest desire was to be watched unawares while fucking. And to be filmed without his knowledge. Consensually of course. He’d mused at how he could have that happen without knowing—like organising your own surprise party. Josephine had stowed the information away for a special treat and now had set things in motion to bring the dream into reality for her man.
She knew he liked it rough, so she planned everything meticulously.
That morning after the equipment had been set up, Josephine had found herself so excited by her plan that she sat before the large window in full view of the cameras hidden in the trees outside. She spread her legs wide, hooking her long red nails into her panties and pulled the crotch to the side. Knowing the cameras would already be recording, she stared right down the lens as she pushed the tips of her fingers into her already soaked entrance. Her pussy bucked and spasmed around the beautifully manicured tips and she curled her two middle fingers, pushing them into the first knuckle. It felt so raw and sublime and oh so very naughty, masturbating herself like this. She’d discovered early on in this clandestine journey that she too had a kinky streak and yearned for the moment later when the voyeur himself would tune in to watch their live sex show.
Her nipples puckered and tensed in her bra and she reached up into her blouse and pulled her breast free of the constrictive fabric. She ran her thumb over the tight pucker of flesh at her nipple as she continued to thrum her pussy, smearing her juices all over her lips and vulva. Oh yes, her head fell back, and a groan emanated from her throat, she was overtaken in this sublime seduction of herself. She kept playing the sexual fantasy of watching the film together with Jasper later, after they’d fucked.
She’d told him not to be late and had acted irritated and bossy, knowing this would amp up the atmosphere between them. They both had an arrogant streak, but the difference was, Josephine knew how to work his to her advantage. Her very sexy advantage. They would argue and then fuck like feral things, the make up being rough and passionate and Josephine loved it.
Her juices were now trickling down to the chair soaking through her knickers and the towel she’d laid down.
Ahh, it would be easy, so easy just to flick her finger tip over her clit and make herself come. She was sorely tempted, the ache in her cunt for release had been mounting all day and she was frustrated by it. Heat rose in a flush across her chest and breasts and she clutched harder at her tit and rubbed her pussy faster. Three fingers now pulsing in and out, fucking herself in full view.
Ah, ah, she was close, too close, the light in her peripheral vision had already begun to dim, and she was rising, beginning to ride up that wave of pleasure. It took all her strength, but she managed to stop, just before she came.
Her clit was left buzzing and yearning, and she gulped in air, chest heaving as she tried to compose herself. Pull herself back from the edge. Once her breathing had slowed a little, she tipped her head up and looked through her dishevelled hair to the camera and smiled. Her hands were still firmly clamped to her mound and breast, and she tweaked her nipple one more time.
It was a mistake.
Electricity pulsed through her body straight to her cunt and she couldn’t help but plunge both hands down, clenching her thighs around them as she humped and fucked herself.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, she cried out silently as she tried to hold off but found she was four fingers in, wet and throbbing for release. The sounds of her juicy cunt greedily allowing this plundering had her biting her cheeks in desperation.
I can’t, I can’t… she jerked herself one more time and pulled her hands away, her legs trembling and wide open, her pussy splayed out, dripping and pouting at its audience.
She’d been so on the brink that everything else had fallen away. The world had melted around her and was now beginning to fizz back into focus.
Wow, she’d never taken herself that far without coming before, and she was now riding a plateau of extreme arousal
It was an incredible sensation. Frustration, pure, white-hot frustration, but a floaty feeling of bliss too. Not like an after-sex oxytocin high, more a high of potent potential… mystique.
She knew she’d be on edge all day now. It crossed her mind that by the time she saw Jasper she’d come if he even kissed her neck. Perhaps she should follow through with this now to save everything being over too quickly tonight.
Her phone rang. She sprang up to the vanity where she’d left it and scrabbled to answer.
“I saw that, you dirty bitch.” The voice was low and gravelly, and all Josephine’s senses were on high alert instantly.
“You said you weren’t going to tune in until later,” she replied, another thrill of the illicit coursed through her body. She knew it was wrong for him to be talking to her this way, but she was molten with desire. “Tony, that wasn’t right.”
“I was just checking everything was set up ok.”
“Sure…” Josephine rolled her eyes and turned to look up at the camera with a stern expression.
“Don’t give me that, you know I can see everything…”
“Yes, well I do now.” She softened and went back to the chair and sat with her legs spread, phone held fast to her ear. Tony’s breathing turned ragged; she knew his cock was hard. She shouldn’t be doing this… but she was becoming completely unravelled in her lover’s fantasy.
“Is your cock in your hand,” she asked staring directly into the lens. By the way, his breathing stuttered she knew it was. “Good.” She put her free hand down to her crotch and pulled the sopping fabric aside to flash him her cunt. “Look good does it?”
A mumble was all Tony could seem to manage, and Josephine laughed, a little cruelly perhaps, and snapped her legs shut.
“Well, you’ll just have to wait,” she said and hung up while rising to leave the room. She knew fine there was no place she was out of shot, she’d made sure of that, but she simply had to move around to shrug the lust from her body. A cold shower, that might help. It was bad enough to have Tony watching for technical purposes, let alone fucking herself and putting on a bloody show for him. Guilt hovered at the edges but she decided to banish them. She was doing this for Jasper. It was purely for him that she’d arranged all this—well, perhaps not 100% for him, but still… she’d never have even thought of it had he not suggested it. She was simply an innocent party swept up by the moment—who knows, maybe he’d like the little scene that had just almost happened. Josephine was suddenly aware that she was walking very slowly to the bathroom and rubbing her thighs very tightly together… her body was in such desperation for release it was trying all the tricks to get off.
She turned on the shower to warmish rather than cold; the last thing she wanted now was to be physically irritable after such a delightful glow had risen throughout her.
Letting the water cascade over every part of her body, Josephine lathered up the soap and began to wash herself languorously. Her head tipped back into the jet stream and she rubbed the foam over her breasts and down to her abdomen. It was divine. She really was on some sort of sexual plane, every move contributed to her arousal, keeping her body primed,
She remembered about the cameras again, amazed at how quickly she’d forgot. She snapped back into efficiency, shaving her legs and quickly finishing her ablutions before getting out the shower and towelling herself off. She checked the time. Less than an hour before he’d arrive. He usually turned up early so she’d better be ready.
She chose her leopard print tight dress that showed her tits to perfection without a bra and laid it out on over the side of the bath before choosing the perfect underwear. Black and white panties with hold up stockings.
She put on her lipstick, and as she pulled up her dress, she felt a presence… he was already here, she could sense it. She ran through trying to hold her nerve and abruptly asked him to zip her up as if everything was normal.
Her skin puckered with goose bumps at this first touch without him knowing that Tony was watching from the cameras in the trees already. It was too much. She stalked off to the bathroom again and threw on a large scarf trying to disguise her nerves and excitement by giving off an arrogant air. If she somehow acted like he’d done something wrong she could explain her strange heightened mood. God knows they were used to the fight so it wouldn’t be a surprise to him if she was angry about something. They rarely knew straight away what they’d done to cause the other annoyance.
He seemed ready for an angry fuck already, and it was playing right into the fantasy. He grabbed her and spun her around to face the bed, his body looming behind her, causing her to tense everything in excitement. Oh yes, this was going perfectly. With a slight glance over her shoulder to check the angle was good, she let him manhandle her to the bottom of the bed before roughly shoving her onto the mattress. He climbed up on top of her legs, pinning her down and pulled up her dress to expose her behind. He paused for a split second then yanked down her underwear and clutched the flesh of her buttocks in both hands.
Josephine flinched as a sharp slap stung her bottom. Oh my my, this was getting very good. She arched her hips up to him like a cat in heat and trembled when she heard the clink of his belt buckle being undone. She held her breath, eyes wide as he drew the leather through the loops, that delicious slide then crack as it slipped free of his trousers. She braced herself for impact, and it came; one hard strap with his folded belt then he disregarded it, apparently too impatient for a spanking tonight. Josephine was a little disappointed; she would have liked to have seen the rose lines rising on her pale flesh when they watched later.
She smiled to herself, her body was on fire with lust and arousal, and she wriggled her hips back to show him. He was so hard already, she could hear it in the way his trousers skated and strained across his cock. He pulled her back and dove down plunging his face between her ass cheeks and licked her tight pucker once before quickly kneeling back up to free his cock and ram it right into her open, eager cunt. They fucked like feral animals and he she sucked her fingers groaning and delighting in all the sensations, losing herself, coming unravelled in this crazy fantasy.
Her cunt bounced up to meet him, and she thought of Tony, breathing hard as he watched remotely. She imagined he was actually in the trees, looking for real, ragged breath with cock in hand as Jasper lifted her hips and worshipped her ass and cunt with his mouth. Oh, how she loved his clever deft tongue spearing her pussy, owning her. Her clit buzzed with excitement and just as she was about to come in his face, he ducked back up and pulled the shoulder of her dress down and devoured and bit at her shoulders.
It really was a rough hard fucking, and as he pulled her tits free, she imagined them bouncing around for their audience. He rolled her to the side, and she rode him back as he spanked her flesh.
Splaying her legs wide open for her voyeur, Josephine was treated to Jasper’s fingers curling around her clit, frigging her off. But it was her cunt that was giving the sensations—so feral and wanton; she could feel the ridges if his cock all the way deep inside her hitting all the right spots.
She was getting too close and pulled herself off him, flipping him over so she could feast on his beautiful dick. But her cunt was hungrier—she took a few more gulps then jumped aboard, sinking down onto his thick meat before fucking him hard and fast, shrieks echoing through the room.
She wondered if Tony could hear them from outside then remembered. Of course, he could, he was in his studio with headphones listening to every fucking sound. But she simply couldn’t shake the sensation that someone actually was there, watching live from right outside.
It drove her wild, and she fucked Jasper again, and this time he held her hips fast, taking the lead and fucked her from underneath. Her back curled and she leaned down to kiss him hungrily, greedily, as he opened her up from behind. The thought of what the voyeur could see tipped the sensations in her cunt into overdrive and her pussy convulsed around the pounding cock. It wasn’t often she had a climax purely from penetration, but when they did happen, it was all-consuming, starting from deep within. She visualised a black hole of seduction pulsing and twitching, warping the worlds into one tiny mass of seething pleasure until the weight of it got too much, and it exploded out into the expanse of the universe. Josephine really felt like she was collapsing in on herself over and over again, spiralling into different realms while her cunt sprayed her sex juice over Jasper’s cock.
Panting, she came to, hearing her own groans and as her cunt still gaped and twitched, she slithered down Jasper’s body to take his cock in her mouth once more.
He tried to slow her pace, he was so close. Taking him in her fists, she masturbated him hard, imaging Tony with his own cock in hand, breathing hard and watching every single move. Jasper’s dick was delicious and she relished the control she had over him as the jerking and rising of his balls started—the tell-tale signs of his impending climax. She pondered for a moment whether she should hold off, tease him the way she’d teased herself earlier but it was a split second too late. Hot silken come pulsed into her throat filling her mouth and she gulped it down eagerly. The taste of him had her tongue prickling with delight and she licked and sucked every part of his cock head clean.
They paused together for a moment before Josephine sprang up and skipped through to the bathroom to continue getting ready. The big reveal wouldn’t happen until later; they had dinner to get through first. A tremor of apprehension ran through her as she wondered how Jasper would react to his ultimate fantasy actually taking place.
That was certainly a nice rough fuck for the cameras, and as far as she could tell from looking from the garden this morning, she’d orchestrated the absolutely perfect angle.
And yet… as she smeared another layer of lipstick over her lips and pulled up her stockings, the feeling of being actually watched prickled over her shoulders. Was Tony really out there after all? She wondered if Jasper could feel it too or if she was just being paranoid. Someone watching remotely felt safe somehow, like it might not actually be real, but somebody outside, with no technology or screens to separate the reality from fantasy…
Josephine held her breath and paced back through to the bedroom to see Jasper on high alert standing at the window, peering out into the darkness…

Sylvan suggested we head out to the country. To the place where we used to meet in secret before we became proper lovers. Of course, there was no way, me too busy with my job to travel very far and Sylvan writing his book. He has big ideas about what he can achieve in the small time we have together so I mention somewhere closer to home so we don’t spend the whole time travelling.
“OK,” he said. “But I want it to be like when we first met.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to finger you like we’re teenagers again.”
And those words had me wet before I could even reply. I stuttered over the phone.
“Yes.” I coughed and looked round to the others in my office as if they’d be able to hear what he was saying. “That sounds good.”
He could clearly hear the tremble in my voice and began to tease me.
“What sounds good?”
He knew I had a thing for voyeurism and saying something like this in earshot of my colleagues, he knew it would be turning me on.
“Penelope, answer me.”
I cleared my throat and whispered, “What you just said,” knowing he would not accept it as a true response.
“Penelope… I’m waiting.”
“I want you to…”
“Want me to what?”
Another quick glance around the office and I shifted in my seat to ease my growing lust.
“Finger me.”
“Oh really?” he said wickedly. “I bet everyone heard that, didn’t they? I bet they can all see your bright red cheeks and smell the delicious arousal coming from your wet cunt.”
Fuck. Fuck, he had me now.
“Possibly.” I scanned the room again, probably looking shiftier than a street flasher. He was loving this. He would be hard too. I could tell by the cadence of his voice, slightly gruffer than usual and straining as if he’d fisted his hand around his shaft. I bet he had. I bet he was rubbing himself off already.
“Good, now they’ll know exactly what you’ve been up to in the ladies won’t they?”
It was my cue.
“I’ll call you back,” I said, hanging up and shuffling the things on my desk, quickly closing my laptop. I stood up and, as discretely as I could, checked the back of my skirt to see if my dampness had spread the way I imagined it had.
If there’s one thing about Sylvan, he really knows how to get me going. Like really going.
I stole through to the loos and quickly locked myself in the furthest cubicle. I was so turned on I could barely wait to press his number.
My skirt was already up over my ass by the time the phone was ringing.
“Yes?”
“It’s me,” I said unnecessarily.
“Are you somewhere you can open up that sweet pussy of yours?”
“Yes,” I barely whispered, my breath was raspy and hot.
“Good,” he said. “Loosen your blouse and pull down your bra.”
Oh god, when he commands me to do things, I’m a wreck. I clamped the phone to my ear in case I missed any instructions and unbuttoned my top with one hand. I cupped my palm over the sheer bra to feel my beaded nipples straining to be released. I teased myself a little before tugging the bra down over the sensitive knot of flesh that sent a shot of electricity straight to my pussy. My left nipple was free but it was a bit awkward to sort out the other one. Sylvan must have heard me struggling.
“Hurry up,” he growled, I want those pretty titties on show for me before you get any attention.
I freed the right one quickly, savouring the way my blouse dragged across it.
My nipples were so hard it was almost painful and I wished he was here to suck on them, draw them into his hot mouth and suckle me, swirl his tongue around them.
“Are you on show?”
“Yes.” I clumsily held the phone to my ear with my shoulder, mindful of my neck bending too hard and my breath mirrored my effort.
“What’s going on?” Sylvan asked, sounding a little frustrated.
“Nothing, I’m just trying to hold the phone.” I shuffled about again, worried my mobile might slip out and fall down the toilet. “Hang on a bit.”
I turned around and took the phone out of the crook of my neck and put it on the cistern facing me while I shut the toilet seat and hauled up my skirt which had slipped back over my buttocks. It was all rather sweaty and a bit of a kafuffle.
The clank of the large fire door and clack of heels made me freeze. “I’ll call you back,” I said quickly and hung up as his objections started.
I now knew that keeping the phone balanced on the cistern with the loudspeaker on was simply not an option. I picked it up and sent a text.
“Send your instruction via message then I will video call you, but you must stay silent ok?”
The reply was almost instant.
“Fine. I want your tits out and your skirt up over your ass. I want you to finger yourself until you come through your panties. Not pulling the crotch to the side, I want to see them all wet.”
A frisson of lust bolted through me and I set up the phone opening the video app and making sure I was in shot. I dialled and he answered straight away.
He was sitting at his desk and leaning back in his chair, a salacious smile across his lips. By his expression I knew he’d been pleasantly surprised by my text.
He opened his mouth to speak and I glared, putting my finger to my lips as noises of the woman next to me filtered through the thin laminate wall.
He smiled softly in acquiescence and nodded at me to start.
I took a big breath and stole myself at what I was about to do. I’d never performed a sex show for Sylvan before and I was shaking.
I checked my breasts were still out and held eye contact with him as I cupped each one, letting it fall before scooping my blouse open to give him full view. I glanced down to make sure my nipples were displayed as I wanted them to be. I swear actual sparks of electricity jolted and sizzled and shot straight to my cunt.
My cunt. Oh god. It was twitching and peaking in anticipation. I knew I’d be slippery, my knickers already in the state Sylvan desired. I held my skirt up over my underwear making a slow turn to show him my cammies the whole way around.
He groaned slightly and I swung back, leaning in and throwing him the biggest warning look I could muster.
“OK,” he mouthed silently, holding up his hands in apology, “I’m sorry.”
The thought that someone could hear what we were up to terrified and excited me in equal measure. The toilet flushed and the clattering of the door and taps being turned on signalled the woman’s imminent departure. I pretended there were still others in, I liked this dynamic. I know I could have set the phone to silent but I was invested in the heightened fear that accidental sound could expose us.
I was desperate to pull my pants to the side and shove my fingers in knuckle deep. My arousal had amped up and I was ready for anything. Oh his cock would feel so sweet right now. I’ve never felt that a clitoral only orgasm might be frustrating but at this moment I knew it would be. I needed fingers inside. I needed cock. And to tease me further, Sylvan pushed his chair back to his erection was in full view. He grasped it in his fist and started pumping up and down.
So cruel!
I lifted one foot up on the toilet and plunged my fingers to my mound, cupping it hard and moving them rhythmically, hinting at my soaked entrance. We locked gazes and he shook his head slowly knowing full well what I wanted to do.
I pulled my touch back up and rubbed around and around at my clit using the flats of my fingertips to build my pleasure. It didn’t take long—my pussy was convulsing and needy to come already and I didn’t hold back as I saw the slack look cross his face. I pressed hard, using both hands to get strong enough purchase and rubbed back and forth as I watched the pumping of his hand increase to that blur before slowing, the climax imminent. I held my breath, trying to keep my eyes open to witness our joint orgasm and I was there on the brink. My cunt clutched and spasmed under my touch and I rubbed harder, hanging in that slight place of panic where a release is so close you worry it might not come. Just as a ribbon of white jizz shot from Sylvan’s cock, I exploded. My orgasm rocking my pussy and making my legs shake uncontrollably, my heels skating across the floor. I had to jam my body against the corner of the cubicle and lock out my arms against the sides to stabilise myself.
When I finally composed myself and slowed my breathing, I saw Sylvan laughing at me, biting his fist. I sorted out my clothing and winked before shutting off the call.
*
“That was some show you put on missy,” Sylvan had a very saucy look on his face as he poured champagne into two glasses and handed me one.
“One tries,” I said sighing, feigning stardom. We clinked glasses and giggled together looking around the lovely hotel room we’d managed to book. A country house not too far away. It had only taken an hour to get out of the city but I was still in my damp knickers. Sylvan had insisted. I thought he might have demanded them as soon as I’d walked through the door but it seems he was teasing himself too.
A frisson of lust coursed through me as we caught each other’s gaze over the rim of the glasses.
“So what about this fingering,” I said, the bubbles making my confidence rise.
Sylvan was surprised and he smiled, his eyes lighting up behind his sexy glasses. I always teased him for his clichéd writer look, but he loved it.
“Your wish,” he said placing his glass down and running his hand straight between my legs to find me absolutely dripping, “is my demand…”
He told me to get on the bed and wait for him with just my cammies and tank t-shirt.
I did as I was told and shuddered as I realised what he was doing.
“I want you to see how fucking sexy you are when you come.” He manoeuvred the freestanding mirror to the bottom of the bed and tilted it so that I could easily see my reflection. Nerves and excitement bubbled in my chest and I was about to say no when I thought, fuck it, I’d already put on a live sex show earlier on the phone, I could certainly follow up with a mirror show.
He joined me on the rustic four poster bed and got me to sit in front of him between his legs. It was a lovely position and I lay back, lifting my lips to his and we smiled at each other. Sylvan has a very sexy smile, just to note. Sultry yet cheeky, I can tell instantly when sex is on his mind by the way he smiles and lust burned hot in this one.
He began by massaging my breasts through my t-shirt, kneading and playing with them through the soft fabric. The memory of our teenage fumblings buzzed through me, those rushed febrile explorations, the fear of getting caught—having to find private places to touch each other.
And yet, this wasn’t like that at all. We had time, we had space, we had privacy but something about his words from earlier had me going just like we were about to be caught and chastised.
His touch drifted to my waist then lower, teasing my abdomen as nerves fluttered there. His hand lowered to my inner thigh, dragging it open as I placed my hand over his, rolling into him, luxuriating in his strong arms.
He massaged my breasts and my body writhed, desperate for him to touch my cunt but he just kept teasing, pulling my focus back up to my breasts then mouth as he kissed me. At last his fingers rubbed at my aching slit, through my panties, he groaned as he felt the wetness there and I arched my pelvis up, inviting more.
He pushed his fingers into my mouth letting me taste and smell my own musk, getting my fingers good and lubed up to rub my nipple.
He knows how to drive me wild and finally, his fingers slid beneath my silky cammies and he rubbed my clit round and round knowing exactly when to stop as my pleasure mounted.
It felt so good and I gasped, about to spread my legs wide but he decided to pull off my knickers, hooking them round my ankles. Once naked from the waist down, I let my knees fall apart and glanced up to watch him watch what he was doing to me, so hot as he held me in place, playing with my pussy, exposing me.
Holding my head in the crook of his arm, he cupped my jaw, anchoring me to him as he reached over to the nightstand and pulled out my vibrator.
Oh, I was ready for this, so ready. I might not be able to hold off. He ran the toy down the side of my lips where he knew I loved it then dipped it into me for just a second.
Oh, he’s cruel! It was perfect. He used the tip just at the side of my clit, on the hood, the flesh protecting me from the intensity, then he opened my petals right up, revealing the beautiful pink there, working the dildo around and around. I started to flutter and buck my hips to meet the rising need. He held me open with two fingers and I gasped as the spasms grew deep within. And then, with his careful clever ministrations suddenly I was almost coming.
“I’m going to come, don’t stop.” And this time, he didn’t tease, he kept the pressure on my clit and held me fast as my pleasure grew and rose. I bit my lip and concentrated just in case the feeling flipped out of sight. I’ve tried to explain to him that it can require a lot of focus to come, but he doesn’t believe me.
“Don’t be dramatic, he said once, just let go and come!”
So I remembered his words and gave up my control, allowing my body to take over my mind. The fluttering became a convulsing and heat welled within my core, rising and building. I’d been on the brink most of the day and this was huge. My pussy twitched and my pelvis tipped up to meet the vibrations, pleasure mounting the whole time. And then, I was at the apex, my body went tense then limp and I shuddered to an almighty climax. It was sensational. Stars flipped and exploded in my very cells and all my synapsis flared at once.
Sylvan held me tight and cradled me as I rocked with after-shocks. When I was finally done, he pulled up my knickers and rolled me over so he could give my ass a sharp spank. I giggled.
Looked like there would be much more to explore later on that night.
I took a quick glimpse to the bottom of the bed, damn, we’d forgot to watch in the mirror, I’d been so caught up in my pleasure I’d forgotten about that.
Oh well, like I said, more to explore later on.