Chapter 54 Simon
Simon
Idon’t expect much activity, but still, I log into MostlyFools.
I’ve developed a small addiction to @Unhinged.
I can't stop thinking about her. I’m constantly checking if she's uploaded new content or sent new messages.
It's become compulsive at this point—first thing I do when I'm at my desk is log into the platform.
It all makes my need to have her intensify.
There’s a quiet hum in my chest, the kind that comes from too much coffee and not enough sleep. But underneath is something more electric, restless, even. The spreadsheet I’m supposed to be scrutinizing feels like a hollow ritual. Each keystroke is mechanical, and the numbers are blurring together.
My mind drifts to the open tab, always ready, like a window cracked just enough to let the night breeze in. I tell myself it’s harmless, a distraction maybe. But there’s a subtle tension in my shoulders, a kind of nervous energy pulsing whenever I glance over.
She’s not live yet, but the possibility hangs there like static in the air.
Every time the status bar refreshes, my breath catches, then releases again with a mix of disappointment and relief.
I’m not even sure what I’m hoping for. The warmth of her chaotic charm, maybe, or just the way she makes the world vanish for a while.
Either way, I’m caught in a strange limbo, half in the task at hand, half turned to something far more unpredictable.
It’s not love. I don’t know if I’m even capable of such an emotion.
It’s not even lust, exactly. It’s the pull of unpredictability.
The way she always manages to light up the screen like a flare in a dark cave.
I don’t know how much time passes before it happens—before she pops online and the site’s official notification rings through.
@SIMPleSimon: Well hello there, beautiful.
I can’t believe I’m throwing myself into her DMs the second she’s here. What a fucking simp.
@Unhinged: Hey there, handsome.
Those three little words make heat rush through my body.
She follows up before I’ve even had a chance to acknowledge she’s here.
@Unhinged: Call me crazy, but I seem to have better days when we interact.
@SIMPleSimon: I know what you mean.
@SIMPleSimon: I was almost ready to sign out. Figured today must not be one when you were going to come on.
@SIMPleSimon: But here you are.
I see the arrows spinning, telling me she’s typing out a reply, before finally an alert pops up on the screen.
@Unhinged: Oh, Simon, what are we going to do with you?”
I send my reply in a complete flash.
@SIMPleSimon: I was hoping you’d tell me something.
@SIMPleSimon: Something specific. Something unrelated to your streaming.
The arrows spin, then stop, then spin and stop again. I know I’m pushing a boundary, but I’m hoping my money will relieve any concerns she may have.
@Unhinged: I’m not promising anything, Simon. But as always, you have my attention.
@SIMPleSimon: I want to know…
I let the unfinished thought sit there, building the suspense after the way her video had me shaking in my seat.
@SIMPleSimon: Tell me your number one erotic fantasy.
I sit back and wait, controlling my breath, trying not to get my hopes up for the response I’m sure will come.
@Unhinged: What do you mean?
All I can think is, what do you mean what do I mean? I don’t say that, of course, but come on. Instead, I clarify.
@SIMPleSimon: If you could wake up tomorrow and experience the most erotic dream in your mind, what would it be?
There’s no activity on the screen, which tells me she’s either thinking or not paying attention, checking other messages. I’ll hope for the former, but truth is I don’t really know.
@Unhinged: I don’t know how familiar you are with the area, Simon. But I’ll try to describe it for you…
I simply look on. Waiting. Hoping. Anticipating.
@Unhinged: There’s a jetty by the beach.
A long stretch of rocks that goes well out into the water.
When the tide goes out, you can sit on the end, and it feels like you’re in the middle of the sea as the waves start crashing in.
I want to be there, under the moonlight, as the tide is rolling back to shore.
I don’t want to be in control. I want to be with somebody I trust. Somebody I love.
And I want them to own me. Right there on the rocks.
Fucking me senseless to nothing but the moonlight and sounds of waves crashing, while salt water splashes as I do the same.
But there’ll only be so much time, because if we take too long, we’ll be swept out to sea.
The danger of it makes me wet at the thought.
Holy fuck. I send her a $5,000 tip.
@SIMPleSimon: That’s incredibly exciting. Now I’ve got the thought of being intimate by the beach swimming around inside my mind.
I don’t know if it’s the perfect segue. I almost feel like maybe we should end here, but I’m going to ask anyways, since we started down this path last time.
@SIMPleSimon: Did you come prepared with any items for this session today? And are you interested in playing the game I mentioned last time?
@Unhinged: FINALLY!
@Unhinged: This is what I came here for, Simon.
This is why I was hoping you were online.
I absolutely want to play. I don’t know if they will be adequate, but I have brought an ice-cold bottle of beer, a fresh cucumber, and various vibrators and anal plugs.
Any of which can be controlled remotely by you.
So, what do you say, Simon? Do you want to make me your good little girl?