Another day of endless scrolling. Another day of feeling like something important was missing. Another day of feeling horribly unfulfilled.

I threw my phone on the bed and sighed loudly. I was getting antsy. It had been far too long since my body thrashed in the throes of ecstasy, and I was beginning to feel the effects of it – the growing irritation, the powerful longing, the pervasive feeling of dissatisfaction. If I didn’t have standards, I’d have settled for a quick fuck by now.

But that wasn’t what I craved. A quick fuck was far too simple for my tastes, and any such interlude would need to involve a hand around my neck, fingers digging into the curve of my hip, and breathy moaning accompanying strict orders to be quiet unless I wanted everyone to see how much of a slut I was…

The shiver that ran down my spine snapped me out of my trance, and I looked at the phone again, now nestled between my pillows. I wanted a vocal fuck. A strong orgasm. Delicious aftercare that made me want to do it all over again. I wanted to submit, and there was an easy way to get it. Read more »

I ran through the forest, my bare feet sore and bleeding. I had stepped on so many rocks and sticks, I was leaving a small blood trail behind me. I knew that I was making it easy for him to track me, all he had to do was follow the blood droplets. I stopped running and tried to listen for any movement behind me. There were some rustling leaves somewhere near me, but I couldn’t tell if it was an animal moving around, or if it was him. I looked around me for a place to hide, somewhere that I could stay until he found me. A little bit ahead of me, I could see a rock, more like a boulder, that was big enough for me to hide behind. I sprinted to it and squatted down so that he wouldn’t be able to see me. I could still hear the leaves crunching, but I was now sure that it was him. My heart pounded in my chest as the sound got closer and closer, until I could hear his footfalls, not just the leaves underneath him. Read more »

My breath catches as I hear your voice. The sexual tension in it is evident instantly. There is nothing more intimate that you can do for another person than this – other than openly masturbating while they watch.

So that is what you sound like when you are alone, aroused, touching yourself. My hand goes inside my bra without any thought;
it is instinctive. Your gentle moans, your words about me. Just so I know this is for me.

I can feel myself getting wet, a swelling in my groin as I open up, my clit growing and lightly pulsing. I am not alone in the house. It feels almost teenage for a forty something woman to sneak off
to the bathroom but it also feels like there is no other option.

I pause the recording, which feels like teasing both of us. The bathroom floor is cold, so I put towels down. I pull down my leggings and knickers and pull up my bra. I hold the phone to my ear, the volume low, and join in with you. This is what you sound like when you masturbate. Read more »