How Fair Maidens Seduce

prologue

I SCROLLED THROUGH MY CHAT with him. Moist was already building between my thighs as I reread the erotic texts we had exchanged the past weeks, the arousing, illicit images. I drunk in his firm, corded muscles, the unruly mass of dark hair, and the almost feminine long lashes framing his molten gold eyes. Devouring the ravishing sight that was almost divine, my gaze settled on his lips. So plump- so capable. I imagined myself writhing under the mercy of his tongue slithering against my own parted lips-

First buzz. My skin heated up as my eyes scanned the caller ID. It was him. We had never called before- my fingers hovered above the accept button- and lingered. Second buzz. The vibration seemed rushed, mirroring my racing heart. This second buzz seemed to last forever- for a second I wondered if he had hung up. Third buzz. I blew out a breath I didn't realise I was holding, and my finger grazed the accept button.

I waited with bated breath.

Hello, baby girl.

His voice was silk stretched over steel. Velvety with sharp edges.

"Hey, what's up?" I said sleekly, like oil beading on water. Slippery, seemingly unreachable, yet seductive. Masking my own anxiety perfectly- and my horniness.

I want you right now, baby.

"Is that so?" I asked, sounding unfazed, but my lips curled in triumph, my body tingling with anticipation.

My breath hitched as I pictured his tanned skin draped across my ivory silk ribs— his thumb tracing delicate patterns on my sensitive flesh, and with a flick on the bundle of skin down south, tingles of pleasure cascaded down my spine, sparking across my skin like vodka tinted flames.

Fuck, baby girl, taste yourself.

Lifting a glistening finger coated with my sugary juices, my tongue lapped at it, savouring each drop of the honeyed oils.

A low chuckle sounded, so soft I had to strain my ears to listen.

I won't be on for a week, love, I've got people to meet. Stay safe, mi amor.

With that, he hung up, leaving my panting ragged, my hair bedraggled.

It was the last time we talked online.