Plunge by Heather Stone

1 Samantha
    I watch as he takes her over and over again. His rock hard cock dipping in and out of her tight puckered hole. My hand trails down until I reach the location I need it most, my swollen nub pulsating with the need for release.
    Making small circles, I can feel my womb start to contract. My vision becomes spotty, pleasure electrifying every synapse in my body, my breathing accelerating with the image on the screen. As he pounds away, her arms tied and tethered to the bedpost, I can’t help but wonder about the man posting these videos.
    NYCsir.
    This self-proclaimed alpha hosts a blog on Plunge.xxx as a means of self-expression, or so his bio says. There's only one image of him and it’s from the neck down. It makes me wonder why he’s hiding.
    I imagine this man fucking the blonde’s ass, and I imagine the ass he's fucking is mine. I feel my nerves tighten as the scene now plays out in my mind. Bound and tethered, the hard smack of his hips against my rear. The burning pleasure. His hand reaching around swiping at my engorged clit until I explode . . .
    And I do.
    Into a million pieces.
    Breathing out a long exhale, I wait for my heartbeat to regulate. That was intense. It always is when I find myself fantasizing about this nameless, faceless man. I’m not sure what it is about him, but every time I see the videos he posts and read the comments beneath, I feel like a part of me is complete. Like someone understands my deepest darkest desires.
    I step away from my computer, look around my small studio apartment in the lower east side, and eventually peer out the window. The city lights twinkle in the distance, casting a soft glow through the room. NYCsir lives in New York, too. I wonder where? Then the craziest idea creeps into my brain…
    What if we met? What if our paths were to happen to cross one day? A smile plays across my face but slowly slips away.
    That would never happen.
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    I wake the next morning to the alarm blaring through the clock next to my bed. Peering over, I catch a glimpse of the time…7 AM. Plenty of time to get dressed, shower and head into the office.
    I work a typical 9-5 job in the city. I started off selling ad space, but not the cool ad space that pays well. I sold slots in the back of a medical journal and made peanuts , barely enough to cover my apartment. About four months ago my luck changed when I was promoted to lead marketing executive at Cresley & Son. Ironic that there is no son actually working for the company, but from what I hear that’s a good thing. Rumor has it that Mr. Cresley’s son is a womanizing playboy. This company doesn’t need that mucking up our already stagnant numbers. My position was created to help get the company back on its feet.
    I pop out of bed and head into the bathroom. Once under the warm heat the sleep harboring in my body is washed away. With soap in my hands, I lather myself and then rub the ball of my fingers over my distended nipples. A wave of pleasure shoots straight to my core and I drop the soap on the floor and reach across the shower stall to grab the water proof vibrator, I have stashed there for this very purpose. Spreading my legs apart I position the wand on my pussy and rub the tip against my clit. My pussy clenches quickly, the speed of the vibrations sending me right over the edge. God, I love my vibrator. Gets me off in thirty seconds flat. Nothing like a quick O to perfectly start the day.
    After dressing and putting on a light dusting of makeup, I head to the office. When I arrive, I see Jane and Mary standing by the water cooler. How cliché.
    Jane throws her head back and lets out a boisterous laugh while Mary turns a shade of red that makes me feel bad for her.
    “What’s so funny?” I ask as I step closer to them.
    “Mary here was just telling me about her blind date last night, weren’t you Mary? You should really fill Sam in.” Jane lets out another fit of giggles.
    “Do I even want to know? From the look