Clara began off her Friday evening as she began off all Friday evenings: flirting online with complete strangers.
There was just something about it that thrilled her. From the first hesitant messages, discovering if there was a spark, the witty banter back and forth, slowly devolving into something more sensual, as her fingers flew across her phone’s small screen. She never went further than words, keeping a safe virtual distance.
That particular Friday evening, a user by the name of *just_gray89* responded to her post. He checked all of her boxes: friendly, good grammar, witty to a fault. Most importantly, he was dominant without being aggressive, seemingly knowing what she wanted before she did.
Clara had settled into her bed, her fingers idly rubbing her slit over her panties – she was already wet, absurdly so. She had just confessed that she was touching herself because of him, to which he had responded with a rather amusing series of emojis, followed by a typed response:
*I’d love to hear you as you touch yourself, sweetheart.*
Clara’s heart leapt into her throat. Quickly, she responded, *I told you, I don’t do video. :(*