The other side of the screen
She is done reading her book for the night. Time to go online to relieve some stress. She hasn’t been fucked for awhile, but she doesn’t need dick to cum. She starts searching categories, maybe tonight it’s lesbians, she always had admired the female body. Or maybe it’s homemade videos of a good doggy style fuck over a kitchen sink. She wishes she had that sometimes. She knows her pussy is aching, as she slowly slips her hand down the front of her underwear. She runs her fingers past the course hair above her wetness and begins to massage her clit slowly in circles, carefully inserting a finger into her tight hole. Shallow at first, just one. She sees a message pop on her phone. A man she has talked to before but has never seen. He has been a bit naughty at times, but he knows his boundaries. She likes the mystery. He is mature and asks about her day. He is not a man who promises a 10 inch cock - he is someone like her, someone who just needs a connection. They will never meet, they will never fuck, but they enjoy these sessions. He is a watcher, he likes her to talk about her body, and how it feels to her own touch. She imagines that he gets hard just by her texts, but she also likes to show him how she spends her alone time. She knows he likes to see it when she is so close, she can no longer type and her eyes close. Her breathing gets heavy as she adjusts her camera so he can see her rubbing. Has he already cum? Does it matter? She needs to finish. She needs to feel the quake. She is close. He is very encouraging, and he is not crude. Her thighs begin to shake. She is sure he is close too. She releases - her stomach quivers, her ass clenches and her pussy pulses. Her hand is so wet now with the trophy of her efforts. She is sure he has cum now. She pulls her hand up to her face, to taste and smell. This has become her evening ritual. She has never seen him, but she longs for this nightly session. She will sleep well, knowing she is wanted by the other side of the screen
