Send Me a Selfie

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Hello my Dark Darlings,

Originally submitted for Masturbation Monday, this post also fits the fantastic new meme Erotic Fiction Deluxe which is organised by fellow blogger & writer for Tantalizing TalesLiz BlackX  There will be plenty of other sexy fodder for your pleasure, inspired by the prompt “digital love” so please visit & comment if you can.

Send Me a Selfie

 

I get back from the shops and put my bag of ‘swag’ on the stairs, put on the kettle for a hot drink and check my phone for any texts while the teabag steeps in the mug.

 

“Home safe” I text and act nonchalant, but mentally I’m drumming my fingers on the counter until I get a reply.

 

“Buy anything?” the reply from my beloved is frustratingly brief.

 

“Maybe,” if only I could get the upper hand, but I’m like a puppet on  a string, every move I make is at her whim.   I wait, no reply. Maybe she’s busy at work but I suspect she’s toying with me.  I fold.

 

Walking to the stairs I take a photo of the deluxe carrier bag, making sure to capture its logo and name ‘Tiger Lilly’ then press send.  Now I have butterflies in my stomach until she texts a reply.

 

“Model for me!” she says, causing a swoop of excitement to hit my belly, like when your a passenger in a car which drives over a hump back bridge when you aren’t expecting it.

 

“OK,”
With unseemly haste I go upstairs and into the bedroom.  Flicking a switch for music, the kind we listen to when we’re getting ready to go clubbing, I drag my boots off and undo the flies of my skinny jeans.  After pulling them downwards off my hips, I do that ‘treading’ thing where you step on the jeans’ leg with one foot while pulling the other leg free of the tight fabric, hardly sexy!

 

My phone pings: she’s sent a ‘gif’ of someone waiting and getting sleepy, so I scurry to divest myself of the rest of my clothes. Then reverently I ease my magnificent purchases wrapped in tissue paper from the Tiger Lilly bag. I step into the shorts-style briefs and pull them up over my hips. They look just as sexy as they did in the changing room, hugging the curves of my rear and the siren red metallic material is hot AF!  There is a golden zip which starts at the front, against my mons, and travels right round to my rear – meaning I’d be at her mercy – to be unzipped and fondled at any given moment.  My heart beats faster at the crazy, filthy scenes which run through my head.

 

As a tease, I send my first image, a selfie of my rear – a tight close-up on the fabric and just a hint of exposed underbum.  I laugh, feeling a little giddy, while snipping the tags off the cropped bra top before easing it on.  This is also made of the red, metallic fabric; its gold zip at the front, in my cleavage, is cold against my skin, raising goosebumps.

 

“You devil!” comes the response, with a matching emoji.

I chuckle to myself.  I do feel rather devilish wearing such a clinging, revealing outfit. I want to wrap myself up like a delicious chocolate truffle for her enjoyment!  Wearing this, I remind myself of Kylie in her ‘Spinning Around’ music video so I reach round to take a tempting picture of my metallic clad bubble butt, using a little screw in tripod to get a better angle

 

The bra top’s secret weapon is a really cute cowl hood attached to the halter-neck. I drape it over my pixie-cut hair and take another selfie where I’m looking back over my shoulder seductively. Taking these pictures, knowing she’ll see them when she’s at work, in her little cubicle surrounded by other worker bees, is getting me really hot!

 

“Little red riding hood” she texts me before long, “This wolf is hungry”.

 

I can’t wipe a big grin off my face.  I feel so desirable and naughty. There’s something about wearing just underwear in the middle of the day, it’s is so out of the ordinary that I feel like a rebel!

 

My phone pings with another text.  “Tug on your nipples, make them hard.  I want them visible in that chilli hot outfit!”

 

My slit moistens at her commanding tone, I melt when she gives me orders.  Sitting on the bed I start to roll my nipples between pincer fingers. The building ache has me pressing my thighs together as I hurry to follow her instructions.  Holding up my phone to take the picture, I notice they haven’t stayed hard, if only she was here to bite and suck with her talented mouth.  
I rummage around in my toy box for my nipple sucker; depressing the bulb I apply it to my left nipple while increasing the manual pulling and pinching on my right. I groan with a heady mix of pleasure/pain, but once again the warm room thwarts my efforts, my nipples won’t stay hard.

 

Back to the toy box I remove a pot of nipple bands.  I roll the 2 smallest onto the suction part of the nipple sucker and apply it to my nipple. I watch with fascination as it elongates into the perspex aperture from the suction.  This tingles delightfully so I quickly roll down the band, trapping the tip in its engorged state.  I repeat the process on my other side and Voila! My 2 hard nipple points are straining behind the red spangled fabric that drapes and covers my breasts in the crop top.

 

Click!  The picture is taken and sent.  My heart thuds in my ribcage, I hope she’s pleased with what she sees, although she won’t be amused that it took so long!  I lie back on the bed, striking different poses, taking selfies to capture different angles.  Knowing that I’m doing it to please and titillate my honey is making me horny.  Already I can feel a damp patch spreading in my gusset and the urge to rub one out is driving me crazy.  The little devil in me wonders – am I’m making her horny too?

 

*Ping* “Booty-licious!”
I preen at her praise.
 
“Pull those briefs tighter, show me the outline of your cunt!”
An illicit shock runs through me at her choice of words, but I can’t disobey. I pull on the waistband of the shorts. I feel them pressing tight against my hot wet pussy and pulling up into the crack of my arse.  Using a tripod I take another selfie, reviewing it before I press send.  Yeah I captured the ‘camel toe’!

 

“I’m going to take a bathroom break,” she texts.
I punch the air. She is sneaking off to have a wank in the toilet cubicle.  I hope she takes the phone with her.  I lie on the bed with my legs spread and my hands near my pussy, waiting for my next instructions. My dirty mind is already creating little scenarios for my pleasure, making warm juices gather in my folds.

 

My phone rings, startling me.  It’s her.  I press it to my ear.  “Yes Lucy?”

 

“Finger yourself, I want to hear how wet you are.”
I bite my lip with suppressed emotion, my pulse thumping.  
“But first slut, unzip those panties and show me how soaking wet your wanton display has got you!

 

My cheeks burn with shame as I angle the phone camera at my crotch and use my other hand to drag the zip down The cool air brushes against the swollen, hot folds of my pouting pussy.  Doing things when I’m instructed, displaying myself for her inspection is a familiar pattern, which never fails to increase my desire.  
Lucy takes in a sharp breath at the sight of me, spread out, vulnerable and wet just for her.
“Do it!”  she commands, and I set to work.

 

No longer trying to hold the phone so she can see me, I lay it on my stomach instead It’s close to my pussy because Lucy wants to hear. I circle my index fingers round my clit several times, it’s humming with alert nerve endings and the sensations are exquisite, I’m awash with throbs: hot and cold.  Dipping inside my pussy I drag forward some moisture out to spread around my labia, to making myself slick, now my touches have a fluidity to them which I enjoy.  
I’m unashamed of the squelching noises my fingers make as I dip in and out of my honey pot, using my own lubrication, it’s what Lucy wants to hear, along with my moans and sighs of satisfaction.

 

I picture her standing in the cubicle of the ladies, her skirt pulled up around her waist, stockings and garter belt framing her trimmed pussy. Her silky panties are dragged down, taut between her spread thighs.  I imagine her using her ring and middle finger  the same way I am, rubbing and circling and stroking her labia, avoiding focusing on her clitoris too soon.  She has to be silent, she cant be overheard, while my cunt is making distinct squelching sounds as I pump two fingers in and out of my wet pussy, my arousal building.

 

The tension in my body increases, making my legs strain and my abdomen brace. I suspect Lucy’s body is doing the same.  I make two fingers into a V shape to rub them either side of my engorged clit hood, which feels so damn good it has me gasping for air while my heartbeat drums a tattoo in my chest.  At the same time I’ll bet Lucy’s tapping hard and fast on her clit, it’s how she gets off when she’s on the final straight.  
My climax is building – my body is as tight as a bowstring, straining for that moment when it breaks.  Suddenly I’m awash with great sensations. I’m soaring and throbbing with pulses powerful enough to make my torso twitch.  Starbursts of colour flare behind my eyes and my elation lifts me, I feel fulfilled and satisfied.

 

As I come back to earth I slow my hands, although my fingers, still inside me, feel the fading twitches within my pussy.  Once I’m able to think beyond my body, I wonder if Lucy has climaxed too.  Snatching my phone off my stomach I hold it to my ear. I hear ragged sounds of heavy breathing at her end of the line.

 

“Thank you Lucy,” I say quietly, wishing she was here to hold me and cuddle as we come down.

 

After a pause, she sends me emojis: thumbs up, flames and clapping hands.

 

“See you tonight.”  I text back.

 

*Ping* She sends the emoji of a lipstick kiss.
 

If you’re curious about the underwear my subject models it can be purchased from Crimson Princess.

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Send Me a Selfie”

  1. Ohhhh, this is familiar to me on a lot of levels. John Brownstone and I used to do similar things over the phone – from text to phone calls – until I was a wet mess. It was GREAT! 😉

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