It’s always around 3pm when Tabitha starts feeling too horny to think, let alone work.
Instead, she finds that she’s sitting at her home office desk squeezing her thighs together, rolling her hips, feeling jolts of desire in her clit. Another email comes in. Another proof-reading request, which if she starts it now, will take her until 6pm. Tabitha is wearing the softest black cotton t-shirt, no bra, and her favourite grey sweat pants. To her, this is her most sensual outfit – she loves the feel of the cotton t-shirt against her nipples. She loves the shape her breasts make under the material. The soft waistband of her joggers lets her easily slip her hand into her knickers and touch herself a little, whenever she wants. This was also the joy of working from home and being self-employed.
Like clockwork, at this time in the afternoon, she slips off to her bedroom and masturbates on her bed. She likes to watch porn, she loves porn. But today the force of her desire is stronger; she wants someone to do things to, and to have done to her. She leans back in her chair, twirls a section of her long brown hair around her finger. Fuck, she thinks – I want a big cock to lick and suck, a pair of breasts to touch and tease, a cunt to tease. Yet here I am, all alone. I wish there could be a sex party in the room next door, one that doesn’t care what you wear, just cares that you’re a slut – and I could just slip inside, fuck all I want and then leave – no one will know anything about me, not even my name.
Tabitha closes her emails and opens a private tab on her browser. Just a sneak peek to see what porn she might choose. She loves teasing herself like this. She was in the mood for a threesome – an FFM. She types ‘threesome’ into the search bar and finds a clip. A tall thin woman with curly brown hair like hers does a strip tease on a pedestal in front of a gorgeous couple. The woman in the couple has blond hair tied in a bun, a bright red dress with no bra. She’s bigger-bodied than Tabitha, with delectable curves – the outline of her breasts deliciously visible through the delicate satin of her dress. The man wears jeans and a tight black t-shirt – well dressed for porn, to be honest. The woman rubs his crotch as he watches the strip tease, his cock visibly straining against his jeans. He thrusts slightly against her hand and in the direction of the stripper. Both his and his partner’s gaze are fixed on her as she bends over and pulls her knickers slowly down to reveal her arse and a glimpse of her plump pussy.
Tabitha longs to be in the clip – she wouldn’t mind if she were the stripper or the woman in the red dress – she loves the freedom of the scene, no one is jealous, everyone’s indulging their desire to look, and there’s such a taut erotic energy bound to lead to the fuck of the century.
The film is suddenly interrupted by an ad – one of those ads for cams – it says ‘Come in 60 seconds’ in big green letters above an obscene close-up gif of a cock spritzing its jiz all over an arse cheek. She tries to click away from it but the ad keeps on running. It occurs to her that she’s never tried cams before. Too shy. She assumed they’re just for men wanting to wank over some woman as she fucks herself with a dildo. Nothing wrong in that, but she needs some chemistry, and particularly now, she wants a couple. Are there couple cams? Maybe an old school chat room might be the answer – no need for the tricky business of being visible, she could get herself off however she wanted without being judged and it could be a way of having that spontaneous three-way she so dearly wants.
Enthralled by the idea, Tabitha gets up from her desk and takes her laptop to her bedroom. She wants to lie on soft sheets and pillows, to feel safe and be in complete comfort – and have easy access to her box of toys. Before getting onto the bed, she takes off her joggers and knickers and immediately feels blood rushing to her vulva. Tabitha keeps her black t-shirt on; she loves how sexy it makes her feel. She also feels naughty and excited for who she might meet in the chat room, what they might say. Maybe there might even be a photo or two.
A swinging website seems like a good place to start – there must be couples looking for ‘unicorns’ like her – even if she does remain nothing but a dream in cyber space – for now at least.
Tabitha finds a site with a chatroom quickly and impatiently sets up a chat profile. She adds a photo of herself that she uses for her dating profiles – the picture is of her in her teal bikini and she knows she looks hot. Her arse looks juicy as hell and she’s smiling playfully. She needs to think up a username which is difficult since her vulva is getting increasingly wet and her clit is growing stiff and swollen, needing desperately to be played with. ‘Unicorn’ has already been taken as a username, unsurprisingly, but AnonymousUnicorn works. She puts in minimal information; age: 38, name (she lies): Tilly, looking for: a good, kind, anonymous fuck with a hot couple. FFM. Must be bi.
As soon as she submits the profile a whole load of notifications appear, complete with a flurry of irritating ‘ding’ sounds. She clicks and sees five different message requests. She looks at each in turn – three from single guys, two from couples. Today is not the day for a one on one encounter, which means she’s got a choice between: Doubletrouble69, whose initiating message reads: ‘Hey gorgeous. Your photo looks hot. We’re looking for a 3rd. She loves to lick pussy, he loves to fck pussy. Xchange nudes before chatting,’ or UnicornHunters, whose opening lines read: ‘Hello Tilly. We’d like you for our mistress. No photo exchange, only wildly written delicious lies and luscious deceptive details – let’s fuck in a fourth dimension fantasy world.’
Well now. Tabitha had quite the choice.
Tantalising word play, anonymity and a whole other dimension; or cheap, but explicit full-colour thrills. It’s an easy decision for her – someone who knows well the power of the written word over her body. She clicks on the message from UnicornHunterswhich immediately brings her into a private chatroom with the couple. A few nerves take hold of Tabitha, causing her heart to race and momentarily distracting her from her own arousal.
She has no idea how to begin the conversation. What if she can’t think what to write? Fuck it. She can always click out of the chat and disappear if she feels wrong about it – that’s the joy of chat rooms.
Tabitha takes a deep breath, lies back on her soft pillows, puts her laptop on the bed to her left, turns over to face the screen, and begins to type.
