by Ruby Madden
I turned back around and got on my knees on the floor, my laptop now on my coffee table.
Him: ‘Fuck. You’re gorgeous.’
Me: ‘Thank you.’
Him: ‘Get up on the sofa, spread those legs and I want you to hand-fuck yourself and pump yourself with that purple dildo. Take your time and tease me. Tease yourself. Don’t stop until you’ve come. Make sure the webcam gives me full view of your sexy pussy.’
I shivered, I loved that he was commanding and dominant enough to tell me exactly what he wanted from me. What I wanted from him. It was so hot.
I toyed with my pussy, leaving my sexy thong on. I took my time teasing my clit and fingering my pussy lips. After a good, long tease that I knew must have him hard as wood, I slinked out of my now very damp thong. I closed my legs and then slowly, seductively opened them as wide as I could get them, once my thong was off.
I picked up the purple dildo and toyed my entrance with the plump head. I got it good and lubed up with my creamy pussy-juice and then pushed it into my pussy slowly. Once it was in, I used one hand to pump it in and out, nice and slow. My other hand, I used to work on my clit. I squirmed, I sighed, I whimpered, I moaned.
I climaxed hard.
I came down slowly and remembered that I had a guest online watching me. I peeked at the webcam and my computer. He was pumping himself furiously, just on the edge of coming.
I watched him work his cock, and found myself jealous of his hand. I wanted to be the one jacking him. Or orally delighting him or fucking him.
I wanted to satisfy him.
Me: ‘Fuck, you’re so hot Ryan. Love your cock…’
He soon came to his happy ending. I sat waiting. Every man jacked differently. It amazed me the variety.
Him: ‘God, that was hot as fuck, baby-girl…’
Me: ‘Ditto, serious. Fucking h-o-t.’
There was that pause between us, both satiated and not really sure where the chat would go from here. Men knew women expected the ‘after’ stuff, some form of cyber-cuddling that I wanted out of as badly as they did. I pulled off the nipple-clamps one by one.
Me: ‘Thanks Ryan, I enjoyed that… Shall we connect later this week?’
Him: ‘Running off so fast baby-girl?’
The look on his face seemed genuinely disappointed. This was new for me. I tilted my head and peered at him.
Me: ‘Sorry, I’m just used to most men wanting to get offline as soon as they’re done.’
Him: ‘Ah. Well, I’m not most men.’
I smiled, I was getting chilly. I didn’t mind getting naked for cyber-sex, but the nights in San Francisco are chillier than the ones in Santa Barbara.
Me: ‘Gimme a quick minute. It’s chilly in the evenings here. I need to put on some clothes.’
Him: ‘Well, if I was there, I’d just cuddle with you to warm you up. Why not crawl into bed instead? Take your laptop and toy box with you.’
Once again I was surprised. He was different. I was getting aroused again. Already.
Me: ‘Ok, I will.’
I picked up my laptop and toy box and padded to my bedroom. I laid them both on the guest side of my California King bed which took up the majority of space in my bedroom. I turned on a dim light and shimmied myself under the blankets. I fluffed out the pillows behind me and leaned back. I got settled and pulled the laptop back onto my lap.
He was wearing a sweatshirt, apparently having taken advantage of the time to change as well.
Me: ‘I’m back. Cozy in bed.’
Him: ‘Good. This time, we’re doing something a little more intimate. At least, to me.’
Me: ‘Oh really? What’s that?’
He grinned, it was just about the sexiest grin I’d ever seen.
Him: ‘Pick out one of your vibe toys and play with your pussy and clit. This time, however, I don’t want to see your body. I want to watch your face. I want to watch you come for me. As many times as you can pull them out of yourself. I’ll talk dirty to you if that’s ok?’
Inside, I was screaming with delight. I was elated. Fuck, he was hot!
Me: ‘Ok… Here goes…’
I set my laptop off to the side, so that it was facing me and focused the webcam on my face. I reached over to my toy box and selected my favorite vibe-toy. After displaying it to him with a sexy grin, I snuck it beneath my cover.
Him: ‘Good girl…’
I played with my tits and pretended that he was in my bedroom with me, lying on the bed and watching me. Talking dirty to me…
Him: ‘That’s right, tweak and pull on your sexy tits. Get yourself aroused again. I want you to be moany and breathy. Loud.’
I wanted so badly to throw off my cover and expose myself to him but I didn’t. I worked at teasing and tormenting my nipples. Soft, barely there finger-tip caresses to full on pinches and painful tweaks.
I turned on the vibe toy.
Me: ‘The vibe is on now…’ I managed to type out with one hand.
Him: ‘Good, now fuck that wet, tight snatch of yours. I know you’re good and wet. Fuck yourself, babe.’
I used the buzzing vibe to toy with my clit and would alternate from pleasuring my clit to pushing the vibe toy inside myself. I was panting and could feel my orgasm begin to crest. This session really was making me so hot and worked up. I felt like there were at least a few more orgasms lined up inside me, each one begging to be released. Allowed out.
I was coming…
I grimaced and grunted with that pleasure which is nearly painful, the climax so strong, my mouth wide open, ecstasy written all over my face. My body melting and quivering.
Him: ‘Fuck, you’re beautiful… Do it again. I know there are more in there waiting…’
I came down from the orgasm but knew there was another one parked right behind it. I got more aggressive and didn’t just rely solely on the vibrations to pull the orgasm out of me. I also moved the entire vibe-toy aggressively back and forth, filling my pussy lips and buzzing on my clit at the same time.
This orgasm came fast, hard and felt earth-shattering.
I’d completely forgotten about Ryan. As I lay there, coming down from the intense climax, I lolled my head over and stared at the computer screen.
He looked completely drawn in and mystified.
We stayed like that for a while, one looking at the other.
Him: ‘You’re luscious. I’m in awe. You’re so at ease and comfortable with your body and sexuality. It’s refreshing, you have no idea…’
Me: ‘Thanks sexy… I’m not done yet.’ I managed to type out.
I continued to gaze at his sexy mug on the computer and decided I wanted one more orgasm. One last, soft, sweet, gentle orgasm. This time, I really took my time. I maintained near-constant eye contact with him, via the web-cam.
Together, we got there. It was deeply satisfying. I was also exhausted and ready to sleep. Before I knew it, I was out cold.
* * *
When I woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, I found a few more IM’s from him and the web-cam session had ended.
Him: ‘Sexy, you fell asleep after that last climax. It was sweet to watch you drift off. Hope you don’t mind that I watched you sleep for a while. G’night. XOXO ~ R’
That had certainly never happened before. Sitting on my toilet and gathering some toilet paper to wipe myself, I realized how intimate the web-cam session had been.
Ryan was different. Very different.
I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. They needed it, I was sticky all over from my own pussy juice. I’d shower in the morning.
I was also thirsty. No wonder, I’d come four times in one night. As I filled a glass of water from my Brita and drank it quickly until it was empty, I re-filled it and stood looking at my amazing view. After a few minutes, I was ready to go back to bed.
Once in bed, it struck me out of nowhere. I wanted Ryan there in b
ed with me. I wanted to curl up next to his warm, sexy body and hold him.
I reached out next to me and ran my hand across the empty side of the bed. I felt lonesome. Which was surprising. I hadn’t felt lonesome in ages.
Contemplating this, I drifted back off to sleep.
Satisfied, but yearning…
{ Dear Reader: Initially, I’d planned to make Toy Box a 2-Part story, but due to lack of interest and low sales for this title, I opted to focus on completing those that were selling better and garnering reviews. However, who knows? Feedback from readers motivates me… }
Kat Lady &
Kat Lady’s Dolls
{ Beverly Hills }
Author’s Note: I was twenty-one the first time I was invited to go to a strip-club. I’d never been to one and other than how it was portrayed in the movies or on TV, I had no idea what to expect.
At the time, I was close friends with a young woman whose former life situation had been less than positive and she’d left a horrible home life at the tender age of fourteen to survive on her own and on the mean streets of Los Angeles.
When she was seventeen, she made her way to the world of private dancing and realized she had found a haven and refuge in providing a form of erotic entertainment that wouldn’t compromise her, sexually. Translation, she’d no longer have to be a prostitute.
This story is partly inspired by her and sadly, she is no longer in this world and hasn’t been for a while.
What I can share is that she was one of the most graceful, wicked-smart, loving people I’ve ever known. How we met was a bit of an anomaly and a story I keep private. Ironically, it was all very innocent and occurred in a great restaurant that we both happened to frequent at the time.
She was saving money to go to college. But first, she needed to finish her GED, so she could go to community college. She wanted, desperately – to be an attorney. She had big plans and all of it was so that she could help street youth like herself, especially the young men and women who’d taken to selling their bodies as a way to survive.
Outside of her amazing spirit and gumption, her amazing physique and incredible street-smarts, she was a dancer. She’d self-trained and took all types of dance classes so she could incorporate them into her private dancing at the Gentlemen’s Club she worked at.
In the world of strip clubs, stripper bars, gentleman’s clubs, etc. – she’d managed to find her way to one that actually treated the women who performed and danced there, reasonably decent.
The first time I witnessed her seductive moves – I admit it, I was in near-love and lust. I’ve spent my entire life wishing to be a dancer but I simply don’t have the body or graceful elegance it requires. I admire from afar, needless to say. Witnessing her perform was thrilling for me.
I’m happy to say that she achieved many of her goals, including being accepted into Law school. One of the most amazing days of her life was getting that acceptance letter. She was halfway done with her law degree when life does what it sometimes does and takes away a life too young, too soon…
This story was inspired by and is in memory of her.
Kat Lady
{ TAMSIN }
* * *
Kat is Russian. Five feet, ten inches tall. Olive complexion. Luxurious, full, chestnut brown hair that was layered and fell nearly to her ass. Eyes of emerald. Curves that wouldn’t stop, legs that went forever.
A trained classical dancer.
A former ballerina with sexy moves of all kinds who knew how to use them.
I would come to find out that she worked at an exclusive gentleman’s club in a hidden trove of Beverly Hills. She was in college and didn’t want to go into debt to get her education. Although she earned great money stripping at the club, she also slowly developed a private clientele where her stripping art-form could be viewed in private. She had hired two burly body guards who would come with her when she entertained a client. Terms were always agreed to prior to the engagement.
What Kat said, Kat got.
Unlike a lot of women who strip for men and money, it never led to prostitution for one simple reason. Kat is a lesbian. A lesbian with a preference for plus-size women, as it turns out.
That’s how I came to know her. I was a barista, in college like her, but going in debt up to my eyeballs to get my education in business. She would come in before her work nights to get one of her three favorite coffee beverages to pump her up.
She was always dressed casually, but her sex appeal seeped through. Her makeup was always a bit overdone and over the top. She was a tailored creature, her nails and hair impeccable. Kat moved gracefully, elegantly – like a cat.
Never in a million years would I have thought Kat had eyes for chubby ‘ole’ me. But she did. She tipped me generously, stuffing a ten or twenty right down the front of my shirt on occasion when no one was looking. The first few times she did this, I tried to give it back and she wouldn’t have it.
“You’re insulting Kat,” she would pout and then push it back at me. I finally relented, eventually finding out that Kat could earn a thousand in one night, easy.
After a few months passed, one day she noted the book I had splayed open on the back counter and that I was reading Nabokov. “You like that misogynistic prick of a Russian author?”
I nodded guiltily, embarrassed.
She laughed, “Its ok, I’ll forgive you. What else do you read?”
I thought of what was lying next to my bed-stand, “Anais Nin is sitting on my bed-stand, one of her journals. Do you know her?”
“That’s a much wiser choice, I like her too.”
She had draped herself on the lounge sofa and I couldn’t help but to admire. I’d never had a girl-crush before. She must have noticed as the smile on her face changed to a wicked grin.
“How about you and I get dinner one of these nights? What nights do you have off?” Kat asked.
I became flustered and shy. Was I getting asked out? By a woman? And why did I feel like I wanted to say yes?!
“I have Thursday nights off right now. My schedule is a bit packed between working here, homework and going to class.” I said.
“That’s ok hon, me too. Thursday it is. I’ll pick you up. Where do you live?” Kat asked.
I managed to stammer out my address and she nonchalantly repeated it back to me. She didn’t write it down or put it in her phone.
“Do you need me to write it down?” I asked meekly.
“Nawh,” she said as she collected her things to head out, “I remember everything I hear or read, phono and photographic memory.” She tapped at her temple. She stopped, pulled out a tube of lip-gloss and applied it to her full pink lips. “What type of food do you like?”
I didn’t know what to say, I was too absorbed by the sight of her self-grooming her sexy mouth. Somehow, I managed to stammer out, “I really like Chinese.”
“Oh good! I love Chinese, I know a great place. We’re on. How about 9’ish?”
I nodded, “That works.”
She sauntered over and with a quick swoop, before I knew what was happening, left a peck on my forehead. “You’re adorable.”
And then she was gone. Her long, graceful legs carried her out the door. The soft scent of her lingered. The way her chestnut hair had tickled my face. I was in trouble.
* * *
Just as she promised, she picked me up in her cherry red, tricked out Jeep Cherokee. First, I heard a quick series of honks, then one long one. I poked my head out the door and she waved from the window.
I’d spent the afternoon doing homework and figuring out what the hell to wear for my first girl date. My bedroom was strewn with clothing thrown here, there and everywhere in exasperation. I had finally decided to go casual. I mean, what the hell did I know about getting Chinese food with a stripper Goddess?
I climbed into her SUV and she beamed at me. “I sure hope you’re hungry, I am!”
She was in a
chipper mood and looked like a million bucks. She wore the tightest pair of jeans I’d ever seen contoured to a woman’s body. A soft pink tank top was rolled in front at her waist and revealed her sexy, slender midriff and waist. Her makeup was more low-key than usual and she smelled like heaven. I couldn’t believe how warm and fuzzy I got inside just being near her, in her car.
“I am, I’ve been studying all day long. Brain fuel is needed.” I tapped my temple.
She giggled, catching on to my gentle tease.
She pulled out of the driveway and the next thing I knew, music was blaring. Beastie Boys no less. I’d soon learn that Kat never just drives, it’s her own private dance party in her SUV, rocking out to boy groups and guy bands. She was just one of the guys. Hidden underneath all that feminine grace was a guy.
I loved it.
Extremely few people were like her, I was quickly realizing and I was very much attracted to her.
When we arrived at the restaurant, it was plainly obvious that the staff knew her well and loved her. We were sat at a wonderfully private and roomy table. Our food, once ordered, was served to us in record time. I had insisted Kat do all the ordering since she was so well acquainted with the staff and menu.
She ordered a generous amount, enough for plenty of left-overs. I was quickly learning that Kat gets right to the point, she’s super direct. At first I was a bit reserved about eating in front of her, but once I saw her dig in, I found myself wondering – who is the big girl here? She ate like a three hundred pound woman who hadn’t eaten in days. A bit amused, she realized I was watching her.
She put down her chopsticks and stared me down, a sexy, wry smile on her face. “Big girl, dig in! I’m paying after all.”
I laughed out loud and realized there was no holding back around Kat. I must have been blushing because she winked at me.
We ate with abandon. She would stop and watch me from time to time. She’d even push bites of food at me with her chopsticks and insist I eat. Between the two of us, we put away a lot of food. I knew where mine went, straight to my belly and hips. But where did it go on her? I asked.