Alone With My Words
Stop. Remove your hands from the keyboard. Place them on the table in front of you. Tilt your computer screen ever so slightly. That’s it. We don’t want your housemates seeing this, do we?
Close your eyes and lean back in your chair as you press your legs together for me, allowing your body to feel the desire you’ve not allowed it all day. Don’t shake your head. I saw the look in your eyes today when I met you for lunch, and I saw your reaction when I brushed my hand against yours.
You wanted me.
But you can’t have me. Not tonight. Tonight, you get only yourself, alone with my words. I plan for you to make the best of it. Rub your thighs together again. I know that you can feel the soft rolling pleasures of your hidden arousal flowing upwards through your spine.
Excuse yourself, and take your laptop upstairs. Are you still wearing that skirt from earlier? Yes, I know you are. Keep it on, but off with the panties. Look at them. See how soaked they are? Filthy girl.
You’ve better not started touching yourself. At least, not there. Run your hands over the rest of your body. Feel the soft, delicate curves of your thighs, and work your way upward. Picture my hands as yours. Touch yourself the way that I touch you. Linger in all the places I do.
Run your hands over your breasts, sweaty now with desire. I can hear your breathing, my dear. It’s harsh with need. Pinch your nipples for me through your shirt with one hand, as you reach for your clothespins with the other. That’s right; it’s about time we got those out again. Place two of them on your body, feeling the intensity of pain mixing with pleasure. Be creative with location.
Remove your shirt. I saw you weren’t wearing a bra today, rather encumbering in the summer heat, I’m sure.
You squirmed for me earlier, at lunch. Your nipples were hard beneath the thin fabric of your garments, and your eyes lit up with a look I know all too well. Did you like seeing those passing on the sidewalk notice you, and all your skin? I’ve often wondered why you always want to sit outdoors. Now I know.
Turn off the lights.
Now, you may touch yourself. Reach your left hand down and rub yourself just a little, nice and light. Tease yourself, and don’t you dare indulge too deeply. Tonight is about us together, and despite our distance I won’t tolerate you being a brat.
Off with the skirt, your last article of clothing.
Do those clothespins hurt yet? Good. They should. Consider this payback for the last time you used them on me. Besides, I can nearly taste your wetness as you feel the pain intensifying your pleasure in waves. Now, more. Play with yourself, slut.
Hold nothing back. Make your dirtiest fantasies come true in your mind. We both know what I mean, what secrets you’ve told me. Make them happen here in the dark. Be the nasty girl I know you crave to be, alone with my words.
Get on your hands and knees, facing the screen. You like that, don’t you? You are exposed for me, naked, and helpless. Your most intimate parts are on display as you furiously masturbate yourself closer and closer to orgasm.
That’s right. Orgasm.
I’ve decided you let you come for me tonight, my dear. Allow your fingers to glide over your sex, allow them to glisten with your wetness.
Shake, shiver, and moan.
Now, to bed. And tomorrow, my touch upon you once more.