It was a bold statement but as I sat across from him, wetness was pooling between my legs, and I, without another moment or thought of hesitation, said, “Show me here,” taking out my phone, “I want to have s*x through a conversation.”
He looked at me with an unknown expression, staring at me without blinking but not missing a beat, “To the point of release?” His eyes were still wide open, and I think my impulsive statement caught him off-guard.
“Yes. I’m only asking to understand how it works. I’m curious. It’s not something I’ve honestly ever done. I want to see what it entails, for research. I often immerse myself in projects, almost like method acting. I want to be able to understand what these women felt to make my writing more... authentic.” I sat there awaiting his response.
I still can’t believe I said that to him. Am I the delusional one? Have I just jumped down a twisted rabbit hole? The moments that lingered between us felt like a million hours, as I waited for him to speak, to answer my demand.
“I totally get it, and I know why you’re asking, but, not here and not now. Patience, little fledgling. You need to learn the virtue of patience, I see.”
Disappointed, I asked, “Would both of you get off? Like that extreme? Is that how it usually works?”
“Yes. I would give her explicit directions on where to touch herself on her body, and my arousal would be caused by hearing her moans and the pleasure she was creating by my directives and control.
“But to answer your question, yes, we both would climax. We would often time it to finish at the same time. We’d experience the heightened pleasure of org@sm together, to be more specific.”
I think he sees right through my “let’s get back on track” line of questioning. He knows my thoughts are swirling, and he may be taunting me.
Take a deep breath and move on, I told myself, putting my devious thoughts in a box and shelving them until later. Too much is at stake to obsess over phone s*x with this man.
©️ Tegan Matthews
“Yes. I’m only asking to understand how it works. I’m curious. It’s not something I’ve honestly ever done. I want to see what it entails, for research. I often immerse myself in projects, almost like method acting. I want to be able to understand what these women felt to make my writing more... authentic.” I sat there awaiting his response.
I still can’t believe I said that to him. Am I the delusional one? Have I just jumped down a twisted rabbit hole? The moments that lingered between us felt like a million hours, as I waited for him to speak, to answer my demand.
“I totally get it, and I know why you’re asking, but, not here and not now. Patience, little fledgling. You need to learn the virtue of patience, I see.”
Disappointed, I asked, “Would both of you get off? Like that extreme? Is that how it usually works?”
“Yes. I would give her explicit directions on where to touch herself on her body, and my arousal would be caused by hearing her moans and the pleasure she was creating by my directives and control.
“But to answer your question, yes, we both would climax. We would often time it to finish at the same time. We’d experience the heightened pleasure of org@sm together, to be more specific.”
I think he sees right through my “let’s get back on track” line of questioning. He knows my thoughts are swirling, and he may be taunting me.
Take a deep breath and move on, I told myself, putting my devious thoughts in a box and shelving them until later. Too much is at stake to obsess over phone s*x with this man.
©️ Tegan Matthews
