Anonymous:Nothing imaginary about the way your cunt squeezed my fingers.
Her blush deepens.
Emily:Are you watching me right now?
Anonymous:Would it turn you on if I was?
She hesitates.
Emily:Yes.
I groan, pulling out my cock again.
Anonymous:I’m turned on too.
Emily:Really?
She’s naked. On camera. And she’s asking that?
Anonymous:You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, Angel.
She frowns.
Emily:I’m not. I need to lose weight.
I freeze mid-stroke. Rage sparks hot in my veins.
Anonymous:You need to do no such thing. I’m obsessed with your body, Emily.
One tear slides down her cheek.
It guts me.
My fingers fly over the keyboard.
Anonymous:I love that you’re not delicate. That your body isn’t breakable. Because the things I want to do to you, Angel? I want to fuck you so hard you see stars. I couldn’t do that if you didn’t have hips for me to grab. I want your big tits bouncing in my face while you ride me, taking your pleasure like the goddess you are. I want to see your ass jiggle while I fuck it. You are perfection. Whoever made youfeel anything less than heaven on earth—I’ll make them bleed.
Her chest rises and falls quickly as she reads.
She closes her eyes, breathing deeply.
She doesn’t believe me.
Not yet.
But she will.
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All Figured Out
Emily's Search History: Repressed memories vs. false memory syndrome in childhood trauma.
Emily
Irereadthetextduring a break between clients.
It makes me smile.