Showing posts with label part 13. Show all posts
Showing posts with label part 13. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 December 2022

Open Up (Part 13)

Hello, hello. Take a look at Part 12, if you wish to! Or from the beginning, here. 

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A little bit of nothing. 

That's basically what she got. Careful of what you wish for, right? 

And it's not like it had been the first time - Celia was perhaps a little too hopeful about the whole process, knowing her past dalliances. 

She didn't know if she'd really had enough experience to judge, but she definitely knew that whatever had just happened wasn't quite... there. It was fine. Adequate. And he was really nice. There just hadn't been a true connection. Nor an orgasm. 

But it was enough to at least dull the edge of her neediness. For the rest of the night, at least, she could just dissolve into nothingness and enjoy a film or something without the constant need to check the site for a stupid message. 

And yet. She couldn't help herself. Why hadn't he responded? She had taken into account the time difference, and he still hadn't even bothered. He would definitely be available by now. Maybe - just an extra message to ask how he was - would that be such a bad thing? She could ask about his recent travels? She recalled an email from him about being stuck somewhere. Was he hurt? Her heart dropped. She couldn't imagine him being lost and injured out in... Somalia? She tried to recall. That had been his latest deployment, right? Often, the details of his job slipped away from her. He always seemed on edge about it. She knew she shouldn't delve too deep, given the horrors he faced out there.

Oh. Celia beamed.

The notification came up on her screen. The time stamp was two hours ago. Knowing she'd received a message from Damian whilst she had been out with Callum suddenly made her queasy. Why had she given him the opportunity? She should've known to wait. Damian always responded, eventually.

Damian86: We should meet up.
Damian86: I have a present for you. 

They'd discussed meeting up before, of course. Yet it had always seemed fantastical. There were lots of passing comments about 'can't wait to show you this when you visit...' 'if you were here...' 'when we're together we can...'. Never any reality to it.

A present, though? Very interesting. 

Celia didn't want to respond too quickly. She had to think about it. She didn't even like presents. At least, not surprise ones. They'd talked about it before. She didn't want to dwell on how he hadn't remembered that. 

Finally taking her trainers off and dumping them by the side of her bed, Celia scrolled through her inbox on the site. There were 4 new messages since she'd last checked, including Damian's. 

One had been from another regular, benbourbon57, a customer who was always kind enough to ask her how her day had gone before asking her to strip. He was pretty chilled, compared to a lot of them. He wanted to know when they could do their next private show together. He hadn't been around for the last week and missed her. Celia began her reply.

sexycici95: I've been very well, thank you, Ben. I've missed you too! We can do a show tomorrow? ;) usual time? ;) Looking forward to it! xxx

The next delightful message in her inbox was from the same guy who enjoyed special times with mature winter squashes. 

blur23: I think we could have some fun together sweetie? Maybe even IRL? The pumpkin can come too x

Sighing, she thought about how Damian wanted them to meet. She couldn't quite picture him actually being in the same room as her. 

sexycici95: Oh, I wish we could! How about a show for now? 1200 tokens? :) 

Celia was deliberately asking too much in the hopes he would not be quite keen enough. And then, if he was, maybe it wouldn't be too bad to watch a pumpkin. Just for a bit. Imagine he was making soup. 

She didn't recognise the username in the last message.

funbrosky: Don't trust anyone on here x

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Read part 14 here.






Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Life in Fiction (Part 13)

Read Part 12 here, or from the beginning, here.

"Wait, did you just call me ladder-boy?" Oscar looked at Kath quizzically. "You can't just go around calling people an inclined set of rungs or steps whenever you feel like it."

Kath grinned to herself.

"Look, I just think you're rather vertical, and a ladder was the first thing that popped into mind. Anyway. You never answered the question. Feathers or scales?"

"You're weird" Oscar turned round to face Kath, walking backwards into the night. His smile was illuminated by the street lamps.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing" Kath noted the laces of Oscars shoes were striped. She wondered if the shoes had come with them, or if Oscar had in fact purposely gone out of his way to attain striped shoelaces and put them on his pair of fairly battered Converse. Either way. She appreciated that fact about him. Striped shoelaces were good in her opinion.

There were a few minutes of silence, with nothing but the sounds of their shoes on the pavement and the passing of the occasional car to fill it. Kath noted how it wasn't uncomfortable, though. 

"I'd choose feathers." Oscar eventually came out with.

"Wrong answer". Kath stopped. "Feathers achieve nothing. You don't get to fly with them. You have the same exact bone density as you do now. You're the same person, just with feathers or scales."

"I'd still choose feathers..." Oscar stopped walking backwards, put his hands in his pockets and increased his pace ever so slightly.

Part 14