Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I lick my lips and set my coffee down as I wait for his answer.
D: Because you want to. Because you asked for it.
NaughtyKitten: Where?
It takes him a while to respond.
It’s not a text.
It’s a picture of my profile description.
D: Was this a lie?
NaughtyKitten: It wasn’t. But I like to know who I’m speaking to as well. What do you like?
D: You. Naked. Fingering yourself for me on camera.
I’m not gonna lie, that actually made my pussy clench.
NaughtyKitten: Okay. But what makes you think I will trust you with pictures?
D: You don’t have to trust me. I’m just here to humiliate you. Now do as I say.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as my finger hovers over the touchpad. I’m tempted to close the chat right then, but something stops me. The curious side in me refuses to let go of this opportunity. I’ve never talked to a man like him, so straightforward with what he wants. It’s almost … scary.
Scary exciting. Too exciting.
But then I remember I’ve been living the norm because other people want me to. Not because I want to.
I want to be filthy. I want to be someone’s plaything. I want this. Now.
So I smile and start to type again.
NaughtyKitten: Tell me what to do.
D: Send me a picture of your tits.
I rub my lips and contemplate it for a few seconds. Should I? It’s not as if I haven’t sent them to a dude before. I always make sure to blur out or cut off my face, of course. I don’t want anyone to recognize me. There’s really no reason not to. Except … I normally talk with a guy before immediately jumping into the sex chats with them.
But I guess this guy likes things to move along.
Okay. No problem. Challenging myself to push my boundaries is fun.
I check my laptop for any pics I already took and find one of my boobs, which I send to him.
It doesn’t take him long to respond.
D: That’s not from today.
My brows draw together. How can he tell?
D: Wrong shirt.
Oh … right. I forgot you had to enter what you’re wearing.
D: Are you trying to fool me?
NaughtyKitten: No.
D: How will I know if you really look like the picture on your profile?
NaughtyKitten: It’s me. Promise.
D: You’re really a naughty kitten … playing dirty.
It’s a picture of my boobs covered by a small pink bra, which is enough to lure the men without giving away my best asset. Obviously, he paid attention. Smart.
D: I won’t accept a pre-made picture. I need the real deal. Now. Write the letter D on your left tit. Make your nipples nice and hard. Twist your right nipple. Send me a picture. Nude.
Holy shit. He really is demanding. I like it.
I lift my tank top to expose my boobs and grab a marker, penning the letter down on my left one. Then I make my nipples hard and twist the right one, taking a picture with my phone. I immediately upload it to my laptop where I edit it until my face is no longer visible.
One … two … three seconds of doubt. It’s sent.
My whole body trembles with delicious electrical vibes as I wait for his response. I don’t know why I always like this moment so much or what excites me about a man seeing me for the first time. Maybe it’s the forbidden aspect … that makes me feel really, really dirty.
D: Good … Now this is what I wanted to see.
NaughtyKitten: Do you like my tits?
D: Oh, yes. I’m already hard as a rock.
My pussy thumps again at the thought. I wonder what he looks like. How long and thick he is.
NaughtyKitten: Send me a pic.
D: You listen to me. Not the other way around. Remember what you came here for.
I frown. Well, isn’t he cheerful. Though, I suppose he’s right … in a way.
D: But I’ll humor you this time. Because I like you.
Not too long after, he sends me a picture … but not of his dick. No, it’s his button-up shirt, the same one from his profile picture, pulled up all the way to the top of his neck. All I see are … abs … but my God, do they look lickable. A small trail of hair leads downward from his navel, past his V-line, right to where I want to put my mouth.
D: Like what you see?
NaughtyKitten: Oh, yes. Although I was hoping for more.
D: Patience is a virtue.
NaughtyKitten: I’m not patient. Or good, for that matter.
D: A true naughty kitten then …
I take another sip of my coffee, which isn’t even hot anymore. Shit. I completely forgot about it in the heat of the moment. Guess I’m a sucker for a filthy fuck … and this guy certainly strikes me as one.
D: But how naughty are you?