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And lucrative.
No one’s seen me fully naked online yet, but it’s just a matter of time. If I can’t find a way to boost my viewer’s pleasure, I’ll likely lose them because they’ll get bored with me and move on to the next shiny toy.
That’s a problem for another day.
“How about I take you to bed with me, X?” Holding my cell at eye-level, I walk away from my set up and over to my comfy queen-sized bed. My robe opens a little more as I climb onto the mattress, and I catch it just before one of my tits falls out. “Oops.” Playing it off like it’s an accident, I giggle and lay on my side, propping my head with my hand. “That’s better.”
X: Comfortable, Princess?
“Yes.” I can’t lie. Being called “princess” does something to me. “What about you, X?”
X: My dick’s too hard for me to get comfortable.
Talk about straight to the point. I like his directness. Sometimes these warmup, teasing conversations get old. Especially when I’m dying to hang up and watch old reruns on TV. “Well, maybe we can do something about that.” I bit my bottom lip. “Would you like a little relief?”
X: Yes.
“Slip those pants down for me.”
The screen shifts as he obeys and suddenly the view of his ceiling pops up. “What next, Princess?”
The smile that spreads across my face hurts my cheeks. His voice is sexy as hell.
“You like being called princess, don’t you.” It’s not a question, it’s a confirmation.
“Yes.”
“Good. Then that’s what I’ll call you. It’s how I’ll treat you too.”
He’s not the first one to make claims like that, so I let it roll off my back. “It’s nice to finally hear your voice, X.”
His deep chuckle makes my thighs clench.
Did I mention how sexy his hands are? They’re big and veiny. Bet they’d feel amazing in my pussy.
When X pulls his dick out of his pants, it takes up the entire screen. My mouth waters with half-anticipation, half-dread. The only way I get through calls like this is imagining they’re someone I like. Or worse, someone I’m attracted to. I’ve already painted this man as Mason Finch, which is terrible. If I screw up and call him the wrong name, I’m done for.
Jesus, why am I even considering liking Mason in the first place, much less fantasizing about him now? I really need to get my head on straight.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Princess?”
“Daisy,” I say quickly. Then I clear my throat because I’m getting off track and need to separate my thoughts of Mason with the hot sounding dude on the screen. If not, I’ll go all in tonight with this stranger and that’s not how I saw my first online orgasm going. “How about you call me Daisy tonight.”
“Whatever you want, Daisy.”
Even the way he says my fake name sounds hot. I must really need to get laid if I’m fawning all over men today. “Let’s relieve some of the stress you’ve built up, X.”
“Will you relieve some of yours with me?”
Excitement skitters down my spine even as my heart pounds in panic. “Yes.” This might kill three birds with one stone. I can make this guy happy, perform my first actual sex act online, and, in a roundabout way, get Mason out of my system. “Want to pick out a toy for me?”
“No. Use whatever you want.”
I pout even though I’m relieved.
In my experience, guys don’t normally have a clue what a woman needs to get off. Bless them for trying to learn, though.
Would Mason know how to make me come? I desperately want to find out.