Message in a Bottle #1

Photo by Skyler King

Did I offend you when I worried about a stranger's DM? Did jealousy spark at the thought of someone else texting dirty words to me?

I embed my messages to you into posts like an old-time newsprint advertisement. You can choose to respond or not. I know not if you see what I designed for you.

Instead–strangers are caught in my siren song, read to play–but it is not them that I crave.

It's not them that I feel in my body as I cum by myself.

Only you hold the keys to my soul, conjuring sweet relief and despair.

Ghost fingers gripping my throat, iron arm pressing me to the wall, deep voice growling in my ear, "I will wreck you, you filthy girl!" Sultry chuckling in triumph as my passions heighten.

Cumming on my toy, shoved hard against my clit, chill shocking my tits and cheek as I hold myself against the shower tiles–a sharp contrast to the steaming water cascading down my back.

Fuck me.

You always keep me waiting.