Page 52 of Frosty Felicity
And then, as she lay there, gratified, she saw his gaze settle on something on the bed.
“What’s that?”
Oh, no!
“Uh, nothing. Just a pretty rose ornament.”
He ignored her lies, reached across her body, and grabbed it. He turned the reddish-magenta colored object to and fro, looking rather perplexed as to its purpose. The thing that was promised to suck her pussy so good, her forehead would cave in. A seedy smile creased his face.
“This is a pussy sucker.” The words tumbled out his mouth so easily, so nastily, she didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. “Let’s see here…”
“No, don’t do that, Brett! Put it down… Stop… I’m already worked up and you don’t know how to…. AHHHH! Oh God!”
He turned it on and placed it gently against her clit, sporting a wide, evil grin. The more she gyrated and fell to pieces, the more he seemed to get off. She could no longer focus on him for another orgasm seized her while he held the snatch sucker against her tender bits. When she came down from her high, through blurry eyes and a listless body, she caught him sheathing his big, fat dick with a condom.
“Ahhh…” He plunged deep inside her, setting a fast rhythm, all the while caressing and kissing her. He went in so deep, and she was so fucking wet, that he sang her praises.
“Mmmm, baby! Fuck! You feel so good, Felicity!”
She reveled in being restrained, her legs sprawled wide and tied up as he had his way with her, fucking her fast, then slow, then pounding her pussy relentlessly. Covered in sweat, they kissed one another, loved one another, became addicted to each other’s desires. He came hard, jerking, stiffening, then releasing. The warmth filled her like a goblet. Moments later, after kissing her so tenderly, he slipped away and removed the condom, tossing it in a nearby trashcan. He then knelt to the floor and turned on some music on her computer, starting with ‘Thinkin’ About You,’ by Frank Ocean.
She resisted speaking, just knowing somehow that it was best to stay quiet. He went around the bed, removing the handcuffs and scarves. She didn’t miss his new erection… Damn, he gets hard fast. Aren’t I lucky? He slid a new condom on. Then, he lay on his back.
“Get on top of me,” he instructed.
She straddled him, going down on him real slow and easy. She whimpered with pleasure as she took inch after thick inch that he had to offer. Pivoting up and down, she pressed her palms into his hard chest. He looked into her eyes, and she melted. He groaned as he held onto her hips, rocking inside of her, thrusting, meeting her motions. Picking up the rose toy once again, he placed it on the lowest speed against her clit, and made her cum so hard, she lost all sense of space and time. He rose up fast from the bed, cradling her, sucking her breasts as he plunged upward within her until he, too, exploded.
Somewhere between that moment, and perhaps an hour or two later, they’d dozed off. The sounds of SiR’s, ‘John Redcorn’ played in the background. She lay on his chest, loving the sound of his heartbeat, feeling safe. Happy. Accepted. When he awoke, he smiled at her.
“You think I’m a nasty woman?” she whispered with a smile.
“Yeah. And I love it.”
“Brett, I need to tell you something.”
“What? You also have a thing for trees? You want to hump them or something?”
“Oh my God! How do you know about the tree sex stuff?” She sat up, impressed and shocked. “No, that’s not what I’m into, but it’s called Dendrophilia!”
“Yeah, I know.” He burst out laughing. “I only know about it because a few years ago, we kept arresting a guy who kept humping trees. It was hilarious, and disturbing.”
She nodded vigorously. “Well, you know my friend Violet?”
“Yeah. The psychologist.”
“Remember when you asked why you’ve met some of my other friends, but not her, and I would just kind of blow you off?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Well, I had gone to therapy, like I told you, and the therapist had recommended my using this app. It’s basically one where it checks in with you, and you have to answer weekly mental health questions, things like that. One time, after I took a quiz, it suggested that I be tested for autism. And so, I did that. I’m not autistic, but I could understand why the app suggested that, so I took care of that. Another time, it gave suggestions for how to get out of my negative funks. Over time, the app became real to me.”
She took a deep breath, then continued. “So, I went to my therapist and told her that the app had been very helpful. She and I were working on my trust issues, you know, after what my ex and best friend did, and she said that since I told her in a prior session that I didn’t trust anyone, but I wish I had someone else to talk to, like a real friend that knew me super well, she told me maybe I could use the app as a surrogate. She suggested, if I wanted to, to speak to the app like a real person, to name it if I wanted to, as well. So, I started doing that, and I would call it, like a friend, and talk to it. I would pretend to know what the answers and responses were. It was almost real… I knew it wasn’t, but it felt real. Helpful. I named her—”
“…Violet.”
“Yes… and see, Violet was a lot like me, but smarter. She told me the things I needed to hear, in order to grow. I’m telling you this because it’s not something I wanted to admit to anyone—that I was basically using an app, a specific software for therapy patients, and treating it like a friend. A real-life person.” She hung her head, feeling a bit silly after confessing. “I know it sounds really weird and crazy, but I just…” She played with her thumb nails… “I just couldn’t open up to anyone about how I was feeling.
“This was safe. Violet wouldn’t hurt me. She wouldn’t betray me. She would tell me the truth and be honest. I felt like a failure… I didn’t trust anyone anymore, Brett. Everyone to me was bad, except my mother and sister, but I didn’t want them to know some of the things going on in my head, either. They love me, but they wouldn’t understand.” She hated how her eyes moistened. She quickly wiped the budding tears away.
