you’re still here, aren’t you ?
still listening, still hanging onto every word, thighs pressing together, breath hitching. pretending it’s just curiosity keeping you here. but we both know better, don’t we ?
i wonder, how long have you been squirming, waiting for something i haven’t even said yet ? how long have you been aching, desperate to be told exactly what to do ?
go on. spread your legs for me. just like that. good girl
i know you’ve been good, i know you’ve been waiting, but good girls don’t just wait. good girls obey
so touch yourself. slow at first, teasing, just the way i would if i were there
drag your fingers down, feel how wet you are, how easy you give in
pathetic. so easy to control, so easy to ruin
but that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it ?
to be told when to move, when to whimper, when to fall apart. to be reduced to nothing but gasping, trembling, begging. to be owned, completely, even from a distance
so keep going. don’t stop until i say so
circle your clit, press a little harder, a little faster. let yourself sink into it, let yourself get lost in it. i want you aching, i want you mindless, i want you so far gone you don’t even realize how desperate you sound
faster now. don’t slow down
and when i tell you to stop, when i rip it away from you, when i leave you panting, shaking, needy, you’ll listen, won’t you ?
because good girls always do