‘I heard woman like bad boys. Good 4 you becos im bad at everything! 😉’
“Not this again.” Vicky groaned exasperatedly as she sat up from her bed. This was the nth overly cheesy bio she’d seen with terrible grammar. Was there anyone to swipe right on these days?
Not that Vicky was desperate. Definitely not. It’s not like all her friends were getting engaged while Vicky was going through the same daily routine of swiping on Tinder. She wasn’t looking for anything long term, but even something casual and fun wasn’t that easy these days.
Just as she was about to quit, she stumbled on a profile that belonged to Ben, aged 35, who was pretty cute in that ‘boy-next-door with mysterious secrets’ kind of way.
‘Into science fiction, philosophy and preaching the superiority of Friends over How I Met Your Mother. Not your typical vanilla boy 😛
Here in Singapore for a month and I’d love to meet new people while I’m here!’
Vicky paused for a moment. Ben’s profile wasn’t amazing by any stretch, but it was definitely the most interesting one she’s come across for the day. If she was being honest with herself, she’d been feeling a little thirsty, and Ben sounded like a cute and casual distraction, so she swiped right. Voila, it’s a match!
Feeling bold, Vicky decided to make the first move. She composed her first text: “So… how much more of that one month do I have? 🥵”
Now that her interest was clear, she locked her phone and got to preparing for a long day of work. It was crunch time with most of her clients, and she was 99.9% certain that she’d have to clock in some overtime tonight.
Remembering that she had an important pitch meeting today with her team, she swiped a small black tube off her dresser and stowed it away in her purse, making a mental note to apply her good luck lipstick before the pitch. By the time she entered her office, any thoughts of Ben were replaced with the day’s work.
Before Vicky knew it, it was a quarter past seven and the meeting was about to begin. Briskly, she darted for the washroom whilst calling out to her team to head up to the board room first as she freshened up. She wanted to make sure that any traces of her take-in dinner, which was happening everyday this week, wasn't going to show up in her teeth during today’s pitch. Everything has to go perfectly!
Fishing around her purse, she hurriedly yanked out a small black tube wanting to apply a fresh coat of lipstick for that added boost of confidence. Bringing it close to her pursed lips, she realized…
Her cheeks reddened immediately when she noticed between her index finger and thumb was a black bullet vibrator instead of her red Revlon deep red lipstick. She’d occasionally confused the two items, as they looked vastly similar in design but this was certainly a first. Laughing silently to herself, she shoved the bullet vibe back into her purse with a slight fluster and scurried out to join her staff who were already making their way to the board room. Thank goodness nobody else saw that, Vicky thought to herself.
The meeting went on for a while and Vicky’s team was doing a tremendous job wowing some potential clients. They've been working overtime this week making sure that every slide and question was covered and tonight, she couldn’t have been more proud of her team’s performance. Although Vicky felt her phone vibrate a couple of times in her back pocket during the meeting, she continued her focus and pressed on.
After a little more than two hours, the meeting was over. As she walked her clients to the elevator, thanked them for their time and patiently watched the doors shut. Vicky then turned around to her team and gave them all a high five for a job well done. The meeting may have gone on slightly longer than usual but she was 99% sure the project was a done deal.
Nudging everyone to go home immediately for a goodnight’s rest, Vicky finally reached over her back pocket to check her phone. Swiping over the screensaver to check her notifications. Lo and behold there it was: You have 3 new messages from Ben.
‘Hey cutie, you’ve got… less than 6 hours. SORRY.’
‘I’m heading back to Berlin to see my family in a bit for the holidays 😩’
‘I took a mirror selfie to make up for our missed opportunity, but I realised I can’t send it on Tinder so…’
Ben was baiting her, and Vicky happily took it. With a wry grin, she replied to his texts as she returned to the privacy of her office.
‘Aww, wouldn’t want to miss out on that handsome apology. You’re more than welcome to slide into my insta DMs with that selfie.’
‘It’s @pickyvicky. I’m at work though, so I hope that selfie is sfw…’
Her phone chimed again as she sat down at her desk. As it turned out, it didn’t take too long for Ben to reach her on Instagram. Upon opening the photo he’d sent her, her jaw promptly dropped. The selfie wasn’t NSFW at all, but boy did Ben have a well-chiseled jawline and toned pecs. Ben had smartly cut off the selfie right around his pelvis, where Vicky eyed a very tempting happy trail…
Ben (@notbentover): ‘So that’s considered sfw, right?’
Vicky (@pickyvicky): ‘Well, yes… but let’s not pretend that isn’t naughty.’
Vicky: ‘I suppose I should return the favour…’
With newfound excitement coursing through her veins, she scrolled through her photo gallery and recalled a sexy selfie she took in the dressing room of La Senza while trying out one of their latest black laced bodysuit she thought of using for a Halloween event just a couple of weeks ago.
Less than a minute later, her phone pinged again.
Ben: ‘Is that you? Because if it is, mmm you look absolutely yummy.’
Ben: ‘Well well, now who's being naughty...😏"
Ben: 'I’d love to cuff you to my bed and keep you there... do you think you'd be up for something like that?😏’
Vicky let out a small gasp and put her phone face flat on the table. The Tinder gods must be blessing her now because, hell yes, she was into that sort of thing. She’d been dabbling in BDSM for a few years now and it was rare to find others who were open about it. Ben’s messages and his delectable body made for a potent combination to make the depths of her belly burn. She knew where she wanted this to go, but there were too many people and too much work now.
Vicky: ‘You bet – I could talk about cuffs and chains all night. I’ll still be in the office, but call me at 11pm?’
That should do the trick, she thought, just as Ben quickly followed up with a thumbs up sign.
If there’s any proof that patience was a virtue, it’s at this moment. Vicky’s phone was buzzing, notifying her that Ben was calling through Instagram. It was eleven o’clock and by now, the office had emptied, giving her the privacy she needed. Still, she got up to lock the door of her office, just in case, grabbed her wireless head buds off her desks before picking up her phone…
“Hey you,” she purred.
“Hey yourself, Picky Vicky. About that photo…please tell me you’re wearing that now,” Ben replied, his deep and husky voice sending a slight shiver down Vicky’s spine.
“Not in the office, but what if I was?” Vicky asked, her voice lilting suggestively.
“Then I’d have to ask you to step a little closer so I can have a better look at you…”
Well, she thought, no time like the present for some steamy phone sex with a stranger. At that thought, she suddenly remembered the bullet vibrator she’d accidentally brought to the office. An idea crept into her mind. She retrieved the vibrator from her purse and turned it on, bringing it to her phone.
“Can you hear that?” While the vibrations weren’t loud, Vicky was certain he’d be able to hear the buzzing over the phone.
She heard Ben draw a breath. “If that’s what I think it is, then you’re a real a naughty one. I ought to cuff you to the bed.”
“But what would you do to me then?” Vicky asked, feigning innocence, as she turned up the speed on the bullet vibe and ran it up and down seductively on her crinkle texture flare trousers then in between her thighs.
“Of course I’d leave you spread eagle on the bed so you can’t touch yourself. I’d use that vibe of yours you have and… hmm…” He trailed off. Vicky swore she heard a rustling sound of clothing coming off and she took this as her cue to unzip her pants off her ankles too.
“And what will you do to me?” Vicky pressed Ben to answer.
“I’d do exactly what you’re doing to yourself now. I’d tease your clit with that vibe, maybe speed things up right until you’re about to come and… God, I’m hard just thinking about it.”
Those words sounded like melted butter to Vicky’s ears. She slung back into her chair and carefully tucked the vibe under her panties, positioning it directly over her clit and in excitement, a tiny moan escaped her breath as she oozed with delight.
Vicky shut her eyes, the image of Ben pushing his way into her clouded her mind. Though they had never met, the fantasy was so lucid and tangible in Vicky’s mind and she felt her clit throbbing, aching for more.
“Mmm.. yes, tell me what else you’d like to do to me…” Vicky begged.
“Vic… you have no idea how turned on I am right now. I wish I could grab you close and feel every inch of your softness on my skin. I'll have you up against the wall, your hands held above your head with my left hand latching it in place so I have you right where I want you, in front of me. I want to watch you purr like a kitten for me as I tease you… my right hand going down your panties, flicking it aside with my middle finger while using it to massage your clit until I feel your wetness. Inch by inch, I'll slip that middle finger in between your soft pink folds and watch you beg for me to put it in you, this is what you want right? Tell me how badly you want me…”
More soft moans filled her ears. Complemented by the huskiness of Ben’s guttural sounds, it unlocked something deep and primal within her and this made Vicky rock her hips back and forth even more intensely. She applied more pressure on her clit with the vibrator and that immediately sent waves of pleasure like electricity running throughout her entire body.
“Ben… oh, you feel so damn good, you’re going to make me cum” Vicky groaned as she continued teasing herself with the bullet to the sound of Ben’s grunts growing louder and louder over the phone. Vicky turned up the speed again and this time pressing the bullet right where she was most sensitive. Unable to stop herself, she released a series of moans
Aided by the powerful vibrations from the bullet, Vicky felt herself nearing her orgasm in no time. She knew he was close too – his breathing was heavier, and faster.
“Oh Vicky… I bet my hard on will just slip into your tight, warm pussy and I want to keep pushing deeper and deeper inside of you until your eyes roll back… you’d like that won’t you?” Ben pants over the phone breathlessly.
“Yes, Ben, Yes, I… ” Vicky managed to rasp, as she felt herself surrender to her climax. With a sharp gasp, she felt herself come with an overpowering sensation washing over her body, leaving her shuddering in her seat.
Merely moments later, Ben released a low moan, followed by a deep and hurried “fuck” beneath his breath. The pair took a couple of seconds to calm down before Vicky spoke first...
“So now that we’ve got the phone sex out of the way… what’s your favourite colour?”
Vicky was worried that her humor was lost on him, but to her delight, Ben burst out laughing at her random question.
“It’s red, and you know what? When I get back after Christmas, I’m going to make sure Santa puts you on his naughty list indefinitely.”
Vicky let out a soft laugh. “I guess cuffing season worked out for the both of us, huh?”