Epilogue 1 #2
My breath practically rasped from my throat as I remembered something vital about the app.
“It records, Stag. Every dark twisted thing you say will get saved in it.”
His grin was just as dark and twisted as took my hand with the phone, and lifted it to his mouth, his eyes staying on me.
“Good, then we can write our own filthy book right here in this app.”
I glanced at the screen as he lowered it to me, and read the words showing on there.
[voice1: Good, then we can write our own filthy book right here in this app.]
Oh wow. Stag turned me, and gently eased me over the sofa back, waiting until I rested the phone on the cushion and used my hands to brace me. Then I felt him unfastening and tugging my leather jeans off. Words were appearing on the screen right in front of me.
[voice1: Gonna get you out of these fucking clothes, so I can devour you. Need your taste on my tongue, baby. Wanna swallow you down.]
Oh god.
His hands closed over my bare ass cheeks and he squeezed.
[voice1: Look at this perfect ass. It was made for biting.]
He demonstrated a moment later, grazing my left cheek with his teeth before carefully biting into my flesh.
[voice2: Oh shit!]
Oh god, I forgot it’ll hear me too!
Stag fell quiet as his mouth eased between my legs, and he started to tongue my pussy. I’d say he fell quiet, but this is what I could see.
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)]
I giggled as I realised the app couldn’t recognise his voice, or make sense of what was probably the most appalling sounds it’d hear.
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
I don’t know what sound I made, but Stag had just delved his tongue deep inside me, and eased a finger in along with it.
My god. Now he had two fingers inside me, and was wiggling them, while he pressed his tongue in alongside them.
Tingles flowed over me as I crashed over the edge into bliss, my arms slacking as I arched, and my head fell forward.
Stag continued to massage my ass cheeks, only his tongue still inside me now, like he was trying to drink from me.
When I lifted my head, my eyes fell on the phone and I started laughing again.
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
Stag stood up, leaning over me, and I lifted the phone for him to see, assuming that was his goal, but I felt his cock rubbing between my legs, teasing my sensitive clit, and probably making me utter even more ‘indiscernible sounds’.
He thrust inside me, and the app showed me his words.
[Voice1: Fuck yes. Fuck fuck fuck. You feel so good, baby. Can you feel how you were made for my cock?]
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice1: That’s it, baby, take it. Wear my cock like a fucking… no wait, that’s dumb. Thank fuck she can’t hear… oh fuck.]
I started giggling, and he slapped my right asscheek in retaliation, ripping a gasp from my throat.
[voice3: (slapping sound – is assistance required – say yes to dial emergency services)]
“Oh god! No! No emergency services required!”
[voice1: What the fuck! What’s going on?]
“It’s the app, it thought you were assaulting me!
” I started giggling again, and then Stag lifted my hips, forcing me to put all my balance on my arms, which were weakening with the force of his thrusts, and my giggles combined.
The new angle meant he was hitting my clit with each thrust, and my giggles turned to ragged gasps, and pleasure started climbing again in steep jagged steps, like every thrust threw me up a few at a time.
[voice2: Oh god, oh god, oh god! How are you doing tha… oh god, I’m coming!]
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
[voice3: (unable to discern words, please speak more clearly)
I felt the moment when Stag came, his hips slamming him inside me four times in quick succession and then he sagged over the top of me.
[voice1: Fuck. Never mind your legs. Mine are fucked.]
[voice2: What legs?]
So the moral of that story isn’t about not using a voice app during sex.
It’s about the fact that laughter and a sense of fun make everything hotter.
We didn’t make the bed that night, since we spent the rest of the night wrapped around each other, christening the sofa seats, the chair, the kitchen counter, and finally the bed, after all, who needs sheets?
A night out dancing with my sister had caused a rollercoaster of events, which almost killed all of us, but the result was this.
My forever, my true soulmate, my future.
Stag, the man whose name doesn’t even directly translate into sign language unless you spell it out in letters.
He was my saviour from a life I didn’t even realise was stale and dull, not until he brought air and light into my life.
Now I just hoped my sister could at least find peace, and find her way back to me.
THE END
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