I never expected a simple post on Facebook My Day to unravel me the way it did. It started innocently enough, just another lazy Sunday where I felt restless and bold. I snapped a photo of myself in that thin silk robe that barely covers my thighs, the one that slips open if I move the wrong way. The caption was vague: "Another quiet day at home, thinking about what could happen next." I hit upload without overthinking, the way you do when the heat between your legs has been building all morning and you need some kind of release, even if it's only digital.
Hours later the notifications started rolling in. Most were harmless likes from old friends, but one comment stopped me cold. It was from Marcus, a guy I'd met once at a party years ago. "That robe looks like it's hiding something worth seeing. Care to show more on your next My Day?" My pulse jumped. I should have ignored it, but instead I replied privately: "Maybe. Depends how much you want to see." The chat moved fast after that. He described exactly what he imagined under the robe, how my nipples would harden if he traced them with his tongue, how he'd spread my legs and taste me until I begged. I sat there on my bed, robe actually falling open now, fingers sliding between my folds as I typed back filthy replies I never thought I'd send.
By evening we had moved from text to a video call. His face filled my screen, dark eyes locked on mine while he stroked himself slowly, letting me watch every inch. I mirrored him, legs spread wide so the camera caught everything. "Tell me what you'd do if you were here," I whispered, two fingers circling my clit. He described pushing inside me in one thrust, gripping my hips, fucking me hard enough that the headboard would slam the wall. I came with a sharp cry, body arching, but it wasn't enough. The screen felt too distant.
We arranged to meet the next night at his apartment. I wore the same robe under a long coat, nothing else. When he opened the door he didn't speak, just pulled me inside and pressed me against the wall. His mouth found mine, tongue demanding, while his hands yanked the coat open and then the robe. Fingers pinched my nipples, rolling them until I moaned into his kiss. He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between my thighs. The first slow lick made my knees buckle. He licked me open, sucked my clit, then pushed two thick fingers inside while his tongue worked faster. I came against his mouth, thighs shaking, but he didn't stop until I was dripping down his chin.
He carried me to the bedroom after that, laid me out and stripped himself. His cock was thick and already leaking. I reached for it, stroking the length, but he flipped me onto my stomach instead. "I want you like this first," he said, voice low. He entered me from behind in one smooth push, stretching me full. The angle hit deep, each thrust grinding against that sensitive spot inside. I clutched the sheets and pushed back to meet him, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room. He reached under me, rubbed my clit in tight circles, and I came again, clenching around him so hard he groaned and slowed, fighting not to finish yet.
We changed positions twice more. First I straddled him, riding slow at first so he could watch my breasts bounce, then faster until sweat slicked our skin. Later he had me on my back, legs folded to my chest, pounding into me with steady, powerful strokes while he told me how tight and wet I felt. When he finally came it was with a deep growl, pulsing hot inside me, and I followed right after, the sensation pushing me over one last time.
Afterward we lay tangled, breathing hard. I confessed how posting that single My Day had made me ache for exactly this, how the public tease had turned private and raw in the best way. He traced lazy circles on my hip and said he had checked my story every hour since the comment. We didn't promise anything beyond that night, but the memory of it still makes me reach for my phone sometimes, wondering what else a simple post could unlock.
