He Sees You When You're Sleeping

by Alta Hensley

What if this gets back to Moth to the Flame, to the brand I represent? I signed a morality clause! No way does masturbating with a dildo on a live stream classify as moral. Fuck me. Fuck me and not in the fun dildo fuck me kind of way.

Nothing says Happy Holidays like learning about serial killers while stuffing your face with lo mein.”

You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.

My lips brush against her ear. “Can you feel their eyes on us?” I whisper, my voice low and husky and as disguised as I can possibly make it. It borders on sounding ridiculous. Chloe gasps, her breath hitching in her throat. “Yes,” she whispers back, her voice barely audible. “It turns me on.” “They can see your bare pussy,” I growl. “And now they’re going to see me lick every inch of it.”

Find me a fireman. I want to be a badge bunny or a hose hoe.

I think you’ve given them enough, pretty girl, I find myself typing. I don’t want to share. Call me an asshole, but I don’t want anyone seeing her pussy but me. Or at least without me being there making it obvious to all who are watching that though we may be showing her pussy . . . it’s still mine.

The full weight of what I’ve done crashes down on me. I’ve not only lost Chloe, but I’ve taken away her outlets, her privacy, her sense of security. All because I couldn’t control my obsession.