Hi! You can call me V. Any pronouns are fine. I'm here for one reason and one reason only, and that reason is Horny(TM).
Asks are open if you want to send me things
DMs are open - I'm interested in either sexting or general horny talk, but I'm also down for non-horny talk if you just wanna be friends. I do not send pics of myself, and I won't ask you to either (unless you want to)
I'm just here to get off and have a nice time. I'm not looking for IRL hookups or relationships or anything like that, and I prefer to stay anonymous aside from what's in this post. If you want to sext, I'm open to playing any role.
Roommates. You wake up to the sound of her breathing.
But it’s not the usual breath you've memorized over months of sharing this room. This is more managed. Every inhale too even, every exhale too steady. The kind of rhythm that only exists when someone is actively performing sleep.
It takes you a few seconds. Your eyes are still closed. The room is dark. And then you catch it: a faint, slick sound, and the tiniest brush of skin against skin.
Oh. She’s touching herself.
You stay quiet. If she knows you're awake she'll stop, and you realize with sudden clarity that you definitely do not want her to stop.
Her headphones are in but they're doing a horrible job. Tinny audio bleeds out, just enough for you to catch the edges of a woman moaning, and your cheeks get hot because now you can picture exactly what's on her screen. Your brain is filling in every frame.
She shifts. The mattress creaks. And she lets out this sound. This tiny, bitten-off, barely-there whimper that she clearly thought she swallowed in time.
She didn't.
You're suddenly wide awake. And wet. Already soaked through your panties.
She does it again. That strangled half-sound, the moan she's trying to kill in her throat. You hear her breath snag, then the steadying, the pretend composure while her fingers keep going. You can hear how wet she is just a few feet away.
Your own hand moves before you give it permission. Down your stomach, and when your fingers slide between your legs you have to clamp your jaw shut because you're just as much of a mess as she is. Gone before you've even started. Just from listening. Just from the sound of her trying not to cum in the bed next to yours.
You press down on your clit and your hips jerk, and it takes all of your will to force them still. She's right there. Working herself in the dark, and you're matching her without meaning to, pressing circles against yourself in time with the soft wet sounds coming from her side of the room. Something about that makes your head swim. That you're both drowning in the same moment.
She's getting close. The breathing gives her away. Those careful gaps between sounds are collapsing. Her body is outrunning her self-control. Then another sound that's louder, wetter, and you think she just pushed her fingers inside herself. Just the thought of that almost pushes you over.
You want to get up. Cross the room. Stand there until she opens her eyes and sees you. Pull her earbuds out and say I've been listening this whole time. Take her hand, the one that's soaked, and press it between your legs so she can feel what she did to you without even trying. You did this with your shit headphones and your pathetic attempts at being quiet.
But you don't move. You stay where you are with your hand buried, fingers on your clit, biting down on your lip hard enough to bleed.
She cums. You hear the sharp breath in, the shuddering breath out. Her fingers slow. Then that long, spent sigh, the tension draining out of her all at once.
That's what gets you. That sigh. The unguarded softness of it, like she really thinks she got away with it. It makes you cum so hard your back arches slightly off the mattress, your whole body clenched and shaking, mouth buried in your arm, everything in your power working towards not making a single sound.
The room settles. Both of you breathing in the dark. Both of you pretending.
You lie there with sticky fingers resting on your thigh, listening to her drift off, and you think about the morning. How she'll yawn over her coffee and ask how you slept. How you'll say fine while knowing exactly what she sounds like when she cums. And she won't know that you know, and you won't know that she knows, and you sure as hell won't tell her you followed her over the edge half a minute later with her name stuck somewhere in your throat.
