Lita
The video was still recording when I came, and that was the mistake I meant to send.
I was addicted to it. Not the boy. The ache. Three days without being f****d and my body turned mean, a low throb I could not study through, could not sleep through, could not shame into quiet. Denial never worked. It only made the next touch worse. So I locked the door, stripped to the thong I had bought for Reece, and propped the phone where he used to kneel.
The angle was filthy on purpose. Knees apart. One hand pulling the cotton aside. Two fingers already slick because I had been wet since the shower, thinking about his mouth and getting his silence instead. I talked to the lens the way I used to talk to him.
"You said I was too much. Watch me be too much without you."
I rubbed my c**t in ti
