The matchbox

There was a person in my life who always encouraged me to publish what I write. I finally listened to him. This is a short story (maybe the beginning of something more, a longer story perhaps). This story has been slightly modified, as I have added "the reaction".

The story

“Small objects turn me on,” I said, still looking at her carefully. I noticed her frown, trying to decipher my words. But there was something else, a different gleam in her eyes. She was looking at me with a bitch-like look on her face now, though she tried to hide it.

"Oh, really?" he said finally, with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.

—Yes. I get turned on by thinking about everyday objects and seeing them in a… different way.

"For God's sake, don't make us have to beg you any longer," interrupted another, with a sly smile. "You're just dying to set an example for us."

I smiled, enjoying the moment. I knew he was right; he was playing hard to get, but all with one clear goal in mind: her.

—The thumbtacks, for example. —I could see his lips part slightly, processing my words. —Don’t you think your submissive would look gorgeous with his ass sticking out, adorned with a few colorful thumbtacks?

There was a brief silence.

—Ok… I have to admit that it has its point. —His voice was almost a whisper.

The tension was momentarily dissipated as everyone in the group laughed. But she, unlike the others, didn't take her eyes off me.

—But it will happen to you with other objects, right? —she asked, intrigued.

—You'll have to find out for yourself. —My words caused a silence that, far from being awkward, stirred something in the atmosphere. Some of the group began to get closer to each other, brushing against each other, speaking in whispers. Kisses, caresses... But she and I remained motionless, looking at each other without saying anything.

I moved a little closer, just a few centimeters. I noticed the slight trembling of her body, something she tried to hide without success. I didn't need words to know that I was doing something to her. I knew it. Her smell, the way she looked at me, even her silence... Everything about her turned me on.

—Come with me.

I didn't wait for an answer. I grabbed her hand and led her to a secluded corner, where the noise barely reached.

“Do you smoke?” I asked, pulling a joint out of my pocket. I always had one ready for situations like this.

—I'm leaving, actually… —Her voice trailed off as I moved closer, cornering her against the wall.

—But you have to have some vice, right? —I said in a low tone. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should wait or try her now. The answer was obvious. I leaned in a little closer, just enough to invade her personal space. —And you look like you're very kinky. —I whispered in her ear. I thought I could cum right then, just being near her.

Fuck. My tongue was always going faster than my head. But we were in a place where the boundaries were blurred, where people came to explore… What did it matter?

"What do you know?" she replied, raising her chin defiantly. She came closer to my face, as if she wanted to challenge me. How brave, I thought. I love women with character, although the truth is that with that good girl face she only seems adorable rather than intimidating.

I burst out laughing.

—I know a lot of things. Like, for example, that you haven't taken your eyes off me since you arrived.

She snorted, rolling her eyes.

—Maybe it's you who keeps looking at me.

Boom. What a bitch. I was getting really horny.

—Yes, but I have no problem admitting it.

Her face lit up and the silence that followed said it all. Her inner conflicts seemed about to explode… but I wasn’t about to stop. Not anymore.

—You asked me earlier if I was carrying more objects. —I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket and pulled out something small— Look.

I handed her a small box of matches. She took it, bewildered.

—Can you explain it to me?

God, how he enjoyed her confusion. His shy tone had an unexpected effect on me.

—If you want me to explain it to you, you'll have to obey me.

I could see the doubt in her eyes. She was nervous. She didn't know what to expect and that was disconcerting. But her labored breathing made it clear that she was also excited. She finally nodded, almost imperceptibly.

—Open the little box.

He did so with a mix of intrigue and anticipation.

—Now, take out a match, light it and put it close to your mouth. —I took one last drag on the joint before putting it out and leaned towards her, blowing the smoke in her face.

—If the match goes out, or if it falls, or if the flame moves, I'm going to fuck your ass until you forget your name. And while I'm doing it, I'm going to whip you until you can't even walk.

She swallowed. The tension between us was killing me. She looked straight at me, with that bitch face again, and then…

Shh.

The reaction

F: I'M DEFINITELY HORNY. Please post that story, I love the way you write, what a silly horny guy.

H: Really?

F: Yes, I'm bursting. It's amazing. Wow.

H: Oh yeah? I'd like to check it out.

(a few minutes pass, it's taking a while for him to respond and I can imagine why)

F: I just came. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

H: Bitch. Warn me next time.

F: UGLY. I COULD NOT BEAR IT ANYMORE, SORRY.

H: And if I don't forgive you, what?

F: Are you going to punish me?

H: I've come up with something much better.

I put my phone aside and took a deep breath. I needed to compose myself. I had just had a fleeting idea about how I could punish her for being such a slut and cumming without my permission. My relationship with Fatima is not exactly normal, and I have to handle it carefully. She tends to freak out and sabotage herself, so I give her some leeway a lot of times, maybe even more than I'd like, I mean, after all, I have my needs too... "Hache, Hache... how you like to complicate your life," I reproach myself in a whisper. The truth is that I'm burning up too, but I have self-control. I'm saving myself for something much better.

A notification breaks the silence. I know it’s her, I set a special sound for her notifications to distinguish her from the others. I open the message. A single-play video. I know exactly what it is. I know what I’m going to find when I open it. And that only turns me on more. Savoring the anticipation, the expectation, prolonging the desire… UGLY.

Another notification.

F: I was getting dressed for work and I thought you might like it.

That's the push I needed.

I open the video.

Fatima is naked. She films herself in front of the mirror, slowly moving the camera over her body. Then, without rushing, she climbs onto the bed and gets on all fours.

I bite my lip. He's too good at tempting me.

H: Fuck. I really want you.

Another message. It's the video, only now I can watch it as many times as I want.

H: I had managed to relax a bit and now I'm horny again.

F: I've been horny all day imagining you.

H: What do you imagine? Tell me.

F: I imagine you're on top of me, feeling your body, and you put your hand on my neck while you whisper that you want me to cum, and I'm holding back my orgasm and you tell me: don't hold back, I want you to cum NOW, and I cum. UGLY. I NEED TO DO IT. Why can't I be there with you, God.

H: I love your imagination. Tell me more.

What Fatima doesn't know is that I'm currently on my way to work so we can see each other and not have to keep imagining each other.

F: I imagined your hand gently touching my face and then grabbing my neck again, alternating between caressing and "pain", and you put your thumb in my mouth and I sucked it and I wanted to eat your pussy because I couldn't handle the excitement anymore but you pushed me away again and told me that if I wanted that I had to beg you, and I begged you, and finally you let me. And I delighted slowly, I got on top of you and whispered how pretty you are, I kissed your neck, your ears, your tits, I licked your nipples, I went down your belly with my tongue, I licked your lips a little but nothing more, like a lick and I continued kissing your legs and then yes, I started to touch you around the lips, stopping at the entrance of the vagina but without doing anything, I just had my finger there... and then I looked at you as if to say: "Can I?" But you looked so horny at me that I took it as a yes, and I started very slowly with my tongue licking your clitoris while I inserted my finger, very gently, moving it inside you and then I started to move my tongue faster and you came in my mouth.

H: This is not at all what I thought you were going to say, but damn, you've got me going.

F: Yes? I really want to. I love playing with my tongue.

My mind is racing right now. I'm so close to her work and I have to find a good excuse for us to meet up. I'm crazy. Fuck. But I can't take it anymore. I need to see her, I need to kiss her, I need to touch her. Suddenly, I have an idea.

H: Do you want to see something? I might have a video for you too.

F: YES

H: Sure?

F: Yes

H: Will you do what I ask, even if you are working?

F: Yes

I'm in the bathroom at work. It may not be the best idea in the world, but it's the best thing I could come up with.

H: Okay. Now. Go to the bathroom. When you get there, let me know.

A few minutes pass and I hear someone coming into the bathroom. I know it's her.

F: I'm here now.

H: Get in last.

Suddenly, the door opens and we find ourselves face to face. She freezes for a few seconds, smiling that smile I love so much. I smile too. I bring her in with me, close the door and start kissing her. I can't stop touching her body while I kiss her. I grab her ass. God, I love her ass.

F: You're crazy.

H: I was really looking forward to this.

F: Me too, but you're crazy.

We continue kissing, but I know we shouldn't take too long or else I could get Fatima into trouble.

H: Open WhatsApp. Join our conversation.

F: Okay.

H: Find the story and read it out loud.

He obeys without hesitation, sliding his finger quickly across the screen until he finds what I asked for.

H: Read.

She does, though her voice is barely a whisper. It only turns me on more. Watching her expression as she reads what I’ve written for her drives me crazy. I grab her by the hips and turn her around, pressing her back against my chest. She keeps reading, trying to stay focused. My hands slide down her body, over her clothes first, until I dare to explore underneath. To my surprise, she’s not wearing a bra. I brush my fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. My self-control wavers. And I know what happens when I lose it. Not here. Not now. It frustrates me to stop, but I need time and space to do everything I want to do with her. I pull my hands away from her chest, take a deep breath, and slowly run my hands over her again, trying to calm myself. But it’s impossible. She finishes reading, and I want her more than ever.

H: What did you do this morning after reading my story?

F: I touched myself.

H: Show me how you touched yourself.

F: Like this.

He unbuttons her pants and slides a hand inside. Her expression changes, she gives herself over to the pleasure shamelessly. I turn her around so we're face to face. I grab her by the neck and kiss her, deeply and desperately.

H: You are my bitch.

F: Yes.

H: NO. Say it. Say you're my whore.

F: I'm your whore.

H: Say it.

F: I'm your whore.

H: Say it again.

F: I'M YOUR BITCH.

I can feel her orgasm spilling over, her moans muffled against my mouth. Her body shakes, writhes, gives in. And then, without expecting it, I come too.

H: You should get back to work... but first, I have a gift for you. Close your eyes and give me your hand.

He obeys quickly, as always. I open my pocket, take out the gift, place it in his hands and wait.

H: You can open your eyes now.

He smiles at me and looks at me.

F: A box of matches.

H: I hope you like it.

We can't stop smiling. We kiss each other goodbye. We kiss each other once, twice, three times. As if we were trying to hold on to each other a little longer. Then, without another word, she leaves.

Only a few seconds had passed when my phone vibrated.

F: You know, I've been thinking. I'll be able to take my break for today in a little while. Come to my car, you know where.

H: I think that's great. I think we both need it.

To be continued ..