Talk Dirty to Me

Talk Dirty to Me

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sexting, loads of sexting. Warning! A dark tale...

Summary

Sexting, loads of sexting. Warning! A dark tale...

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Stranger With No Name

Author Chapter Note

This will only get more intense so read on..

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 30, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 30, 2017

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I danced my finger tips on the key board. Long dark red nails shined back at me as I scanned through my inbox.

"Horny. Could use some help." 
Nope. 


"Sexy, do you trade nudes?xx" 
Trade? No. My frustration started to build up. Looked like there won't be a single guy worth playing with tonight.

 * * *

5'5, 18, virgin, these words didn't define me. "Broken heart, need a nice man to talk to and spank me at night." I had under my profile, " Preferably masculine, experienced with slutty mistress. Talk dirty to me but I won't listen." 

This, is our secret. I'm Nikky. Call me catfish if you want, but hell, there ain't no nice men on this site. I know it. They know it. Either they were looking for one night stand, or just too odd to have a girlfriend. And I? Need some spice in life.

* * *

"Wanna have some dirty fun?" No


"Wanna rate my dick?" Um no. You would know if your cock is 10/10.


"Hey. What's up?! I'm bored." 
Yeah right, I rolled my eyes. 
"Entertain me? Why no reply? Answer me. Did I do wrong? What do you need, bitch?" 
I blocked him before he could say more.

 

"Broken? I'm here to heal you;)"
"Haha what a pick up line!" 
"No really, what's wrong? I'm here to help." 

I didn't need another therapist, bored enough. 

* * *

As I scrolled down my inbox of all the hey, hi, and what's ups, I saw this: 
"Listen, it won't be long till you moan in to my ear, hands cuffed, hair gripped in my hands, begging to be taken, so why waste time with all the other guys?" 
"Excuse me?" 
"Oh a toughie, I like it." 
"Horny guy."
"Won't deny. It's late baby."
"Don't expect any help from me."
"I didn't. Just chatting."
"Who is this?"
"Chris, your fantasy."
"We'll have to see about that."
"You are interested, so far."
"I will give you a chance. Send something sexy."
"Well, all I have gotten is your face on the profile. Intriguing for sure, from the strength of your eyes to these full pumped lips, but..."
"Yes?"
"Someone is hiding something" 
I won't agree exactly. Gym was my life besides school and a broken family. I was extremely isolated in high school because I never bothered to chime in. School was just not my place to just be. The idea of being there was enough, last year in high school though, hanging in there. 
My body was a whole other story, an arrowed heart tattoo on my wrist, piercing on the belly button, mid line down to my toned core, long legs, small breasts so sensitive that swimming in the ocean hurt my nipples.
I hid my past, my story, but not my body. 


"Earn it." I finally replied. "Trust me, it's worth the wait." For a teaser, I sent him a picture of a selfie naked under boy's t shirt, exposing my lean legs, soft smooth skin and nipples peeking out. 
"Not surprised." He said which angered me. I didn't think I could work harder for this body and that was all he gave me, followed by a picture of some random model
"Where did you get that photo, off Google?"
"Lol, same question back to you. Catfish."
"Don't bother talking to me then." This man did not have the basic trust I thought I had earned. I was so wrong about him. 
"Haha chill, little kitty. You really want to see me? Don't fall in love yet."
"Lol, never."
I held my breath, praying for someone decent looking and trust worthy. Most guys up here were either horny and needed a hand or just too odd to maintain a conversation. 
First look at him, my heart almost skipped a beat, full beard neatly shaved, black wavy hair, grey eye piercing through me with such roughness. I was a sucker for beautiful faces and his suited my preference. What was he doing her?
"Would that do for you?"
I was still admiring his picture after he sent another. Defined abs, strong torso, veins popping from his forearms that I suspected we shared the same craziness in the gym.

* * * 
Before I could reply, a message popped up from James. 
"Baby, I miss you, haven't heard from you in a while. You know he misses you too, your sweet lil delish." 
James was an older man in his thirties, divorced. I know, a bit disturbing if you really thought about it. He had a daughter that was one year older than me. And when I tried to call him daddy once, it completely creeped him out. 
Played football in college, well built till this day, he had never forgotten to send me a picture before he hopped naked into the pool. 
"Nik, Have you been playing her without me again? Not fair, I always show you everything."
Oh shit, this is about to go down, so I typed: "Babe, I dreamed about you last night, very hot and steamy. Woke up with a mess! Just got wet thinking about it." That was a complete lie. 
"You did?! Well I dreamed about us cuddling at this fire place up on the mountains, my cock in your bun cheeks. Then you straddled on top of me, flame blazing through your thigh gap, under your gorgeous lips. My balls were slapping your ass, juices dripping off..."
Ok... that was hot for sure but not exactly what I wanted. "Oh Shut up James, or I'm gonna have wet dreams again."
"Haha, wet dreams are my fave. I have been dreaming of you every night."
"No you didn't!"
"Yes, I did, shower sex, pool sex, in theater, on the train, against the window... Do i need to go on?"
This was James. He kept overwhelming me with too much, but sometimes exactly what I needed after a breakdown. But recently, I just wanted some distance. I felt disgusted with myself, for pretending and manipulating, for using him and toying with his heart. But then once again, I did what I had to do in this ruthless world. I could feel my heart harden in every seconds and go cold.  Finally, I typed back: "Go on, I need it for my late sess tonight. I am gonna take your suggestion and use a cucumber as a dildo. We'll see how it goes."  Then I added, "Give me some space now so I could get some work done." Without looking, I know he  would blow me a kiss, before he type detailed paragraphs for me to view later.
I just checked, it was three kissing emojis and two paragraphs of doggy style ass fuck. 

 


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