"What do you think dibbles, do I deserve a treat?" The cat looked at her blankly, and she detoured back to the kitchen, finding a treat for him to chew on while she went back to the bedroom and loaded up the laptop. The last thing she needed was a meowing cat disrupting her. Again.
Taylor only treated herself to porn when she was in a good mood and not flustered. The reason for that was straightforward: the pain of deciding what to watch. If she was already tired, flustered, or otherwise in a bad mood, the endless choice of deciding what to watch would drive her to insanity, and she'd close the website off in a strop, then head to bed in a mood. If she was in a good mood though, she'd settle on what she wanted quickly and spend glorious time edging herself until she ended with a toe-curling orgasm and a deep sleep. But that was rare.
There was a vast difference between what she liked to watch and what she had experienced, or ever expected to experience. She grabbed her bullet vibrator from the drawer whilst she opened promising-looking videos in different tabs.
She always started with oral sex. Always the woman performing it on the man. Preferably on her knees and not laying across the sofa or across the bed. It was lazy work to do it that way to a man, she'd always thought. It also never did anything for her if it was a man doing it on the woman.
Of the men she'd been with in her life, only two of them had done it to her. Neither of them had been any good. The third man didn't believe in oral sex at all, which had slowly driven her mad when she couldn't give him it, and the fourth was a one-night stand that had been the catalyst for Blakes intervention. If she never received oral sex again, she'd be glad. Not being able to give it was a different matter.
She clicked along at random parts of each video, determining pretty quickly which were good enough to make her shortlist. The focus that night was slim women riding their man. She kept the ones that had the woman front-on, with their breasts bouncing towards the camera.
Taylor tried not to acknowledge that the desire for such a video had entered her head when she had pulled off her bra and her D-cups had bounced out of their cage.
Quickly shortlisting down to 4 videos, she got started on the first one. It was a studio-made one and too fake. Nope. The second one was jackpot. 'Providing him my service'.
Weird name aside, it showed promise. It had the feel of homemade but probably wasn't. It was of a brunette woman, busty with a fuller body than Taylor had, and a man who ticked Taylor's unusual type, almost box-for-box.
He had the frame of a man that used to work out or play sports but no longer did. There was the start of fat in place of muscles which she preferred. Overall, Taylor still found him insanely attractive.
The video started with the woman on her knees between his legs. This is it, she thought, watching with interest and forgetting about the other two on her shortlist. She watched as the woman moved down from his cock, still untouched, and started at his feet. The woman kissed the man's foot slowly and with intensity, then swapped to the other one. It was some kind of erotic worship that she had never seen or even thought about before.
"Uh, that is so hot," Taylor whimpered as she said it, turning the bullet up immediately. It was so unexpectedly erotic that her arousal shot up ten-fold, and she was close to an orgasm before the woman had even got started on his cock.
The woman worked her way up by planting kisses on his legs, swapping and repeating when she got to each thigh. When she finally got to his cock, she licked his balls and then kissed up to the tip. By that point, Taylor was embarrassingly soaked, with the vibrator pressed firmly against her clit and her legs writhing on the bed. She watched as the woman took the man's cock into her mouth, engulf it with saliva and then start to push it into her throat without delay or build. Just like that.
At that point Taylor came.
She couldn't take her eyes away from it until the intensity of her orgasm forced her eyes closed before they watered. Riding her orgasm out, her imagination took over and she allowed herself to picture being in that position. She'd never have even thought about something like that before, but the way it symbolised their relationship had got to her. So hierarchical. Her eyes flicked upwards to the title.
She re-focused after settling herself and skipped forward, keen to see the part she had initially shortlisted the video for. She jumped forward a little too much, as the woman was then riding the man with passion and enthusiasm. Taylor had been hoping to build up to that part as she knew she had enough in her for another orgasm - a further rarity.
Before she could skip back, the man moved from laying back and enjoying it, to taking his hands onto the woman's hips and starting to dictate the speed of her movements. Taylor's hand paused and after giving it a couple of seconds to develop, moved her hand away from her laptop to her nipple. She started to play with it slowly, enjoying how hard it was under her fingers as she watched intently. The man took charge and started to use the woman's body to dictate the fucking. "That's enough," he told her firmly. He'd grown tired of her dictating the pace and made her give him what he needed. The idea of that took Taylor back to the headspace she was in and back to the level of arousal she'd just left.
She came again, more quickly than the woman did.
Taylor moved her hand blindly until she found the laptop and clicked pause, where the sounds of the woman's moans and the man's grunting suddenly fell silent. She heard her own panting in its place and the little whimpers as her sex pulsated.
When she calmed down enough, she cleaned up, favourited the video and packed away. Meredith was waiting for her and bounced in happily onto her king-sized bed. Taylor went to the bathroom and joined him for a cuddle, deep in thought.
Why did that get to me so much? Blake and Keleigh are right, I need to date. My fantasises are getting weird.
She resolved to think nothing more of it because she knew what she could get like when she overthought, and instead downloaded the dating app Keleigh had suggested. That ought to preoccupy my thoughts sufficiently.
