I thought it would be fun to share one of my experiences. Maybe it would excite someone else too, as the memory still arouses me.
It started out with a text in the morning that read something like, “Are you ready to take this connection to the next level? Please reply with one of the following:
1. No, I’m not ready yet.
2. Yes, I’m ready.
He continued, “If I get a positive response that you are ready to continue, I want you to be ready at 10PM tonight – no distractions. I’ll send an email at 9:45PM with further instructions.”
I felt like we did have a connection, and I trusted him, so I replied with “Yes.” My heart was beating faster and my mind was racing all day wondering what was going to happen. Of course I had no idea what was to happen, but I wanted to be ready. So I made sure I showered, trimmed, did my makeup, and was ready for whatever was in store. I was ready and willing. At 9:45 PM I got his email. I was to read it and follow every detail that he carefully spelled out. It went something like this:
“Close your bedroom door and lock it if you need the privacy. Go to your window, open the blinds fully and pull back the curtain. Then turn off all the lights in your room so it is completely dark. This way, you can look out, but no one can look in.”
The house was far enough back off the road, with only an occasional car driving by at night, so there really wasn’t much to see out the window anyway. I did as he instructed, then continued reading.
“When the room is completely dark, undress. Remove everything so you are completely naked and stand in front of the window as if you are showing off for a lover right outside in your yard.”
I nervously did as he wrote, now wondering if it was possible for someone to see me or not, but I assumed not, and thought it would be fun to play along and continued.
“Stand in front of the window with your legs spread, and your arms behind your head – hold that position as if you are displaying yourself for a lover. Hold perfectly still and count to 20 slowly. Imagine feeling my eyes upon you exploring you while you count.”
I did just that, and the cool breeze coming though the window sent a tingling shiver across my body. But I held still and counted.
The next part of the text, felt like a jolt of electricity though my body as I read it – and I did just as he wrote.
“I want you to masturbate for me right in front of the window. Touch yourself and caress your body. Slowly move your hands to your breasts and cup them. Pinching at your nipples and feeling them harden at your touch. Then slowly lower a hand and gently caress your labia, sliding the tips of your fingers up and down along the soft sensitive skin. Draw small circles around your clit and dip your fingers inside your pussy – do whatever it takes to have an orgasm in front of the window for your lover.”
“The last part of his letter read, “I look forward to hearing of your experience tomorrow.”
I was already feeling the dampness between my legs just from reading his words, I knew it wouldn’t be difficult to orgasm. But in front of the window? The extra nervousness of wondering if anyone could actually see me added to the overall excitement. But I wasn’t about to give up or fail, so I did exactly as he wrote. Eventually the nervousness was overpowered by the sheer joy of self-exploration and the desire to satisfy myself was all I could think about. In that moment nothing else mattered, and had a wonderful, powerful, leg shaking, quivering, gasping for my breath orgasm right there in front of the window.
I went to bed that night feeling “the afterglow” reliving the experience in my mind and slept like a baby. I looked forward to telling him how much I loved the session, though I was nervous at first.
In the morning, when I awoke, I read a text saying, “Well done Vanessa. My infrared camera showed just how well you complied. I look forward to our next session.”
Had he filmed the entire event, or was he simply watching? Or maybe he was just saying that to build on my nervous arousal again? I never really knew, but that night was an amazing experience, and I was ready for whatever he planned next.
