Page 2 of Gaze

Hippy69: Hi lens

I_BiT3: Your late

There it is the sarcastic note noticeable even via the screen. All the other people blur into one, I don’t care much for their conversation, not when she is there. Bite, or I_BiT3 as she writes it. She’s been the object of my fascination for a few days, ever since I joined the chatroom. We have similar interests in music and films; she is sharp and quick - she entertains my dull days.

It looks like I had stumbled into a conversation they were having about music. Some band had released a new LP, and they were discussing it in detail.

I_BiT3: Have you listened to it yet?

L3NS_72: No, I still can’t leave the apartment.

I roll my eyes at the forgetful nature of humans; how easy we take for granted our mobility and freedom.

SpiderM4n: Aw man that sucks!

I_BiT3: give me your address, I will send you a copy

L3NS_72: I am not posting my address on the internet for everyone to see; you might be an axe murderer.

I_BiT3: I might be, so give me your address and find out.

A new message blinks onto the screen.

[I_BiT3 invited you to a private room]

We had been speaking more intimately for a while, a flirty back and forth between us developed naturally. It was a welcome distraction.

I hover over the link for a second, before clicking the blue hyperlinked text.

I_BiT3: hello again, I knew you couldn't resist

L3NS_72: Yes, very funny. Haha

I_BiT3: give me your address and I will send you a gift

L3NS_72: The CD?

I_BiT3: Yes, and maybe some other things to entertain yourself with…

L3NS_72: Entertain myself with how?

I_BiT3: You are a smart girl. I am sure you will work that out very quickly.

I_BiT3: Now give me your address so I can send you a present.

L3NS_72: Like what?

I_BiT3: That’s for you to find out

I_BiT3: if you dare my pet

Against my better judgement I proceed to give them my address. They don't reply after getting my information from me, their icon greys out indicating they are no longer online. A standard tactic they have, always leaving the conversation with me wanting more. A throbbing in my pussy tells me exactly what I think of their insinuations about additional gifts. It's been two weeks or more since I had any sexual gratification, an added downside to the injury. I am not used to going without for this long and the pent-up feelings are building.

I go to bed so full of frustrations I can barely contain it. Tossing and turning I think over their words on the screen and how they made me feel. My body coated in a mix of need and sweat; as the suffocating heat presses into me.

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