Mistress(es)

Ep. 9: Friendly Favors

Erica Depson tossed and turned in bed, and had been doing so for the last few hours. She'd been up late already, tired but knowing this exact thing would happen. The inability to sleep. When she finally gave in and decided to try, low and behold...

Erica gave one final roll, then pouted to the ceiling before looking over at her nightstand. She knew the lovely little toy there might help put her to rest, but it had only been a rough sort of remedy the last couple nights. She'd tried most of the toys in her collection- dildo, vibrator, vibrating dildo- just trying to scratch that itch hard enough to push her over into sweet relaxation after, but each time it never quite hit right, even if she made herself cum multiple times.

She knew what it was that was missing. How could she not? Erica Depson had a warm body filling her bed practically every night for the longest time, and now, in the last few weeks, she had hit a bit of a dry spell (at least by Depson standards). It was strange too, because Erica couldn't tell what had changed. She was still flirty and still thought she was seductive, but her rhythm felt off, like there was a vital part of her that was missing that she just couldn't quite put her finger on.

She was drawing attention, but getting people to come home with her and sleep in her bed was a challenge. Did they not find her attractive anymore? Was she not flirting enough or making it clear? Maybe that was it, she thought. Maybe she wasn't playing her words right to earn that affection that she used to get. The more she picked at the thought, the more she realized she didn't really know how; she'd forgotten, almost. Once again, it went back to that missing rhythm that she swore she once had. It felt like at one point, she was smooth and seductive and sly, but now she was simply awkward, lost, and clueless. She could be as pretty as a goddess, but charisma still played a big part in reeling people in.

And therein lied the problem with her insomnia. Her body wasn't getting its proper nourishment. It was that critical warmth that she craved. That knowledge that her pleaser was a real, living human being who was enjoying her just as much as she enjoyed them. Because while the sex was pleasurable on its own, nothing beat the warmth afterwards of snuggling up to her partner and holding them while she drifted off, them returning the gesture in adoration.

Erica squirmed internally at all the longing she was feeling regarding these emotions, then leaned over to her nightstand, taking her phone to distract herself. She flipped open social media and began scrolling through, numbing her mind over and hoping to help it relax enough to sleep. She came across a picture that Skyler had posted, one from last weekend during an outing he and Cleo had at a club in Mesmer. She and Abby had been invited too, but Abby was too afraid to go (thanks to the legal implications), and Erica had been too busy, unfortunately. Unfortunately, because Skyler looked so incredibly cute in the picture, and while Cleo did too, the way she looked like a perfect fit in the boy's arm made her heart hurt. She desperately wished it had been her in the pic instead...

Still, she smiled at the pic of Cleo and Skyler, then double tapped it to flash the little heart on screen. She continued scrolling on, not thinking much else of it when suddenly, she saw a message appear in her notifications. Furrowing her brow, wondering who would be messaging her so late in the night, she popped it open only for her heart to flutter and her breath to stop short. It was Skyler.

Sky: Liking my posts at 3am, huh? You must really be obsessed with me?

Erica smiled to herself, before biting her cheek, trying hard to think of the perfect response, but also trying to not take so long that he'd know she was panicking.

Erica: Taking your time to message me about it? Sounds more like someone is fishing for my attention.

Sky: LOL Maybe I'm just a little concerned about what you're doing up till 3 am.