2. The Waves Of Desire #3
I closed my eyes as I released the breath I’d seemed to be holding for the past thirty minutes.
Another negative on my NAT test. The first one was to ease my worries, the second was to be sure, and this last one would allow me to close this chapter completely.
I was free from all diseases. False HIV negatives were very rare, but I couldn’t seem to shake the fear.
My doctor told me it can take up to thirty days for it to be detected so it was a possibility that my first test wasn’t accurate.
Solomon told me that he was clean, but he was also the same man who helped me master the art of sucking dick then used those same skills on his best friend.
I couldn’t be too sure, but I could breathe knowing that I’d walked away with nothing but my biggest blessing, our son.
Double-tapping my screen, I checked the time on my phone. It was just after noon and minutes away from my favorite time of day. I entered the pantry where I stored snacks and my wine cooler. Inside of it, I had more gallons of my infamous wine than I could count.
Although I wasn’t working a nine to five, I still put my passion to use.
As a little girl, I used to help my grandmother pick field and snap peas for fun.
Behind her field, she had two big grape vines.
Although she would scold me about picking from them prematurely, I would never leave her house without a basket full.
Grandma taught me several ways to cook with the fruits and vegetables she planted but I knew I was growing up when she taught me how to make wine.
I remember being frustrated because although it was simple to make, the process could sometimes take months before you got to see the fruit of your labor.
Not only did I learn the art of patience, but I discovered that I enjoyed making wine.
Once my grandmother turned the responsibility over to me for the holidays, I knew I’d become official with that shit.
I didn’t want to be a nurse or police officer, I wanted to be the best vintner Harvest Hills had ever seen.
After researching, I learned there was so much you could do in the food and beverage industry, so I got my bachelor’s degree in fermentation science and master’s in food science and technology.
Being single made me realize that my life was never on track because I didn’t have one of my own.
I simply existed. Now, my focus was my child, self, and watering my fermentation skills again.
Filling the glass halfway with the wine, I placed it on the counter, wedging the stem of the glass between my index and middle finger to twirl the liquid around.
My nostrils filled with the fresh sent of grapes, berries, and the faint smell of grandma’s secret recipe.
A smile spread across my lips because I could clearly hear her voice in my head letting me know it wasn’t a gallon without it. God rest her soul.
The taste of the wine against my taste buds sent chills down my spine.
“Mm. Perfect,” I whispered .
The clock against the wall let me know I had about seven minutes before it was time to report.
My hips swayed to a beat that only I could hear as I took hefty swallows from my wine so it could go exactly where I wanted it to, my throbbing pussy.
As I made my way to the third bedroom, I shut the black out curtains and enabled the ring light while adjusting the tripod that was connected to it.
The laptop was on the nightstand a few steps away.
Liberated.
To be freed from something that restricts or constrains.
I never claimed to be perfect or judged someone else for how they made their money.
Shit, I understood why niggas said fuck school and put their ass on camera.
It paid the bills. But my reasoning was different.
I wanted to feel in control of something other than the situation ahead of me.
Here, behind the lens that was no bigger than the tip of my finger, I felt desired.
Three months ago, my cousin Harmoni introduced me to a private site called Seven Keys.
The shit was so high tech that you couldn’t enter it into your browser.
Once approved by your referral, they would mail you equipment that is to only be used when you were working.
Seven Keys had seven levels ranging from a sex line, content, all the way to a sex club I was told they owned.
I was on the second level as a content worker, and I planned to stay there.
Harmoni was into some shit, so I believe she was on level seven.
Before the clients ever came to me, Seven Keys pushed them through an extensive interview process which landed me with four high-profiled men in their late forties.
I didn’t offer video or audio calls. They send their request of the day and payment, and I upload the video without making contact.
My content was faceless, barely ever coming past my navel to maintain my privacy and it was rare that I’d expose myself.
It was all a tease, mind games if you will, that made sure the checks cleared and confidence rose.
The more I played, I realized that this shit wasn’t for them; it was for me.
The money was a bonus, but I was reigniting the sparks in my body that I’d shielded from fire for so long.
My skin warmed and pussy tingled at the thought of knowing that the simple caress of the skin I’d trapped myself in could set a man free and even better, cover my rent for months. I was able to reclaim the power I’d lost. It wouldn’t be forever, but it did help with the healing.
I caught my reflection in the full body mirror in front of me.
Shimmying my shoulders, I let the robe fall to my feet as I stood.
I wanted to see what they would be seeing first. I loved my body, especially the tiger stripes on my stomach and thighs.
My hands ran up them, over the curve of my hips up until they were pressed against my hardened nipples.
“Sss,” I hissed, massaging the right one between my fingers, the feeling sending more shock waves to my girl.
I snapped a few pictures in the mirror, sitting on the edge of the bed, and a few where I sat bearing my weight on one hand where you could see the outline of my pussy through the lace.
These were for me, and I made a mental note to put them in my hidden folder later.
After grabbing my oils and a towel, I opened the laptop and the first message I saw made me smile.
Everybody had their dedicated days and Fridays were for my highest paying customer.
He wanted his videos midday and not a second later.
My mind told me he was married and wanted to get one off before he gets back to his nagging ass wife.
But the other side of me was giving him the benefit of doubt, maybe he wanted some company.It wasn’t my concern, but I did wonder.
I finished off the rest of my wine before reading the message.
Hello beautiful. Today, I would like to see it from the back. It’s been a long day, and I would like to know what I am coming home to. Any color looks good on you. Surprise me.
For some reason, I read the note in a deep baritone, and it sent shivers down my spine.
One thing I appreciated was that I couldn’t see them because I’d painted them to be these fine, salt and pepper beard, broad shoulder, big dick energy having ass niggas.
If they were anything less than, I’d throw up and abort the entire mission.
With the wine and the sensations arising between my legs, I knew this would be a good session. My phone dinged twice, reminding me that I didn’t put it on do not disturb, but the name across it made me stop in my tracks. I clicked the message.
V. Denver: Afternoon. Reaching out because I am finishing up Zion’s intake forms. Can you send me the exact name and dosage? I want to cross reference with Doctor Knight.
And a pic of the bottle if you got it.
Hi. I got you. Is he okay?
I told you I’d call. Did you receive a call?
I blinked a few times trying to see who the hell he was talking to, but this wasn’t a group chat. I chuckled at his audacity and before I could type a message, he texted again.
He good. In class. Send the info. Have a good day.
“Thank God,” I mumbled as I swiftly scrolled through my images. I had Zy’s medication stored in my gallery and once I located them, I forwarded the image of the prescription itself, and the bottle before enabling do not disturb.
“Men are visual, but they’re also easy. Get your bag and your boost sis and get the fuck on,” I affirmed myself before turning the camera on.
You couldn’t see anything except the black lace of my thong that hugged my thighs.
I was shirtless, but he’d never know that.
After confirming my angles were good, I enabled the countdown and took my seat on the sofa bed that was low to the ground.
The small ding let me know I was now recording. Raising one leg onto the bed, I kept my other one planted where he could see my freshly painted toes.
“Hi baby, welcome home,” my voice came out low and sultry. I dipped the pipette in the essential oil making droplets from my toes to my thighs then took my time rubbing it in. “I heard you had a long day. We don’t have to talk about it.”
I massaged the oil deeper into my skin and slowly spread my other leg wider so he could see my pussy print as if it wasn’t on purpose.
“Well, I—we’ve missed you,” I placed my other foot on the floor, stood, and walked straight toward the camera.
Hooking my fingers in the sides of my thong, I pulled it down my hips for him to see the top of my mound.
“I know we don’t have long before your next meeting, so I will make it fast.” Turning, I finally gave him the view he requested.
I stretched across the bed making sure my ass was on full display.
The coolness of my essence fanned over my pussy.
I made my ass jump a few times before falling into a slow twerk. “Mmm. Is this what you wanted baby?”
Reaching back, I palmed my ass giving it a light squeeze then equal slaps on both sides. “You like that? I want you to rub the tip for me, baby. You don’t have to rush. Take your time for that nut. Watch me,” I slowly threw my ass back. “Yeah, just like that. You feel this pussy on you? Mmm.”
My back arched deeper, and I opened my thighs a little more. Grabbing both cheeks, I spread them. “I know you wish you could feel the way this pussy could suck you in.”
I chuckled to myself as I released them.
It doesn’t take much, but the motion and friction from the thong against my clit felt better than fingers.
I closed my eyes and was surprised by the image of Mr. Denver behind my lids.
There was no mistaking it, the man was fine with his pecan-colored smooth skin down to his big broad shoulders that told me he worked out consistently.
My mind seemed to drift into making me think he was the one I was recording this for.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip imagining his large hands around my waist, then travel to my neck until they braced my throat.
I imagined the sting they would leave behind when they went across my ass.
I moaned, rotating my hips in circles. What was he like?
Would he talk me through it? My eyes fluttered open, reeling me back to reality.
That fast, I almost forgot why I was here.
I reached under and rubbed my pussy through the thong.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, extending my hand toward the camera.
I could feel the wetness coating it and whenever my client watched, I knew this would tip him over the edge.
I moaned into the sheets, feeling my stomach grow tighter.
“You see that baby? She stays so fucking wet for you. Keep fucking me just like that.”
“Mmm.” I angled myself, placing my weight on one of my elbows. “I wish it was your face I was fucking instead. You’d let me sit this ass on your face like a good boy? You’ll have to promise to swallow every drop.”
The wine was on me. I lowered myself a little more and spread my cheeks wider giving him a better view.
Although the thong still covered me, I was positive he could see my wetness.
I pulled at the fabric like I was going to put it aside before popping it back in place while the echoes of my ass clapping filled the room.
“Right now. I want you to focus on nutting for me. Can you do that baby?” Each time I threw my ass back, my thighs trembled a little. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Yes, baby. You can cum. Cum for me,” I whimpered as I released. “That’s right baby. Let all that stress go. Give it to me. Fuck!”
I took a few deep breaths and eased off the bed until I was on my feet. The walk back toward the camera was just as flirty as the beginning.
“Now, don’t forget who you belong to,” I used the same fingers I’d been playing with and pressed them into the lenses before cutting the video.
I didn’t do edits. The shit would come as it was recorded.
After sending it over, the remaining balance populated.
An easy three thousand for five minutes in addition to whatever tip he’d be sending over.
Peeling off the camera cover, I replaced it with a fresh one before closing the laptop and cleaned the small mess I made before going to shower.
Unsatisfaction settled over me. I was still carrying the slight heaviness I did before I turned the camera on. Yes, I got my money and a good nut, but what else? Was this shit worth my time? Was I getting something from it? I exhaled, pushing the thoughts from my brain.
Thirty minutes later, I was thumbing through my phone absentmindedly, switching from app to app enjoying my last hour of alone time. Swiping the screen down, I disabled do not disturb, and the messages that were hidden by the feature appeared.
You’re only missing one color.
Confused by what he was talking about, I opened our text thread and my eyes nearly bulged out of my fucking head.
Along with the picture of Zy’s medicines, I’d sent one of the pictures I took earlier.
I held the picture down trying to unsend it, but it was too late.
Filled with pure embarrassment, I slung my phone out of my sight.
This shit was about to be so awkward.