Camila opens the door to her quiet apartment and turns a light on casting a brilliant gleam of light all throughout her entry hallway while the rest of the rooms remaining dark. The click of the heavy entry shutting behind her echoes through the walls, announcing her arrival to the empty home. She leans against the door and takes a long exhale. She kicks off her heels, leaving them by the door, and walks towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
As she takes a sip, she thinks about the journal assignment she received. A cheeky smile appears along her face as she remembers Nolan's reaction to her stories and her intentional attempts to make her accounts more titillating.
She finds it amusing that she managed to fluster him, a professional therapist. She had seen the way his eyes darted, the slight flush on his cheeks, and the way his hands gripped his notebook and pen so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands became visible. She had enjoyed it, enjoyed the power she had on him, even if it was just for a moment.
She sets her glass on the counter, the translucent surface reflecting a slight glow from the oven clock reading 7:30 PM beside it. Camila saunters her way to her bedroom, reappearing out moments later having removed her blouse and skirt and changing into a cozier outfit, dark blue pajama pants and a tank top. "Time to get comfortable," she thinks, as she makes her way to her kitchen, the cool polished wood floor of her apartment soothing her bare feet as she approached the fridge.
After 15 or so minutes, Camila had finished preparing herself a simple meal of steamed veggies and re-heated chicken. She sat at her two-person round dining table that overlooked her apartment's small balcony. The rain outside was still coming down, but it had slowed to a steady patter rather than a downpour.
Taking a bite and looking at her phone, she paused for a moment and looked out at her balcony. Her gaze fell upon the windows of the apartments directly across the street, the soft glow of their lights casting rectangular patterns on the damp brick façade. She wondered what stories played out behind those windows, in those other lives.
As she took a bite of her food, she found herself lingering on one window in particular. It was the third one from the left, on the second floor. Unlike the other units, this one had a green light glowing from within, casting an emerald hue onto the wet brick.
"I like the way that green glow looks in the rain." Camila mused; her fork paused mid-air as she stared at the peculiar sight. She shook her head, chuckling softly at her own curiosity. "Time to stop being nosy and focus on something more important," she said to herself as she placed her fork back on her plate and picked up her phone.
She quickly navigated to her YouTube app and started browsing through her saved videos. She scrolled past a mix of random tutorials, comedy sketches, and lifestyle bloggers she followed. She made her selection and laid the device horizontally across the table, propping it against the salt and pepper shakers so she could watch while she ate.
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Meanwhile in a brightly lit hallway, jingling keys echoed off the linoleum floors as Nolan made his way carrying his bag and fumbling with his key to his apartment. He sighed as he finally got the key into the lock and pushed the door open. He tossed his bag onto the couch beside his door and kicked off his shoes.
"One hell of a first day,"
Running a hand along his hair. He could still feel the sweat along the back of his neck and ears, the lingering effect of Camila's explicit stories and the way she had teased him. "She just had to be into it huh" He shook his head, trying to dislodge the images that had taken up residence in his mind.
Nolan walked to his bedroom, stripped to his underwear and tossed his clothes into a hamper before he changed into tight shorts and a black V-neck shirt, ready to workout in his living room for a bit before he had his dinner. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the tension knotting there, and took a deep breath.
"Why did she had to give so much detail," he thought to himself as he located the clamps for his weight bar.
"She could have just said 'I have fantasies' and left it at that,"
He continued setting up his equipment.
"PTSD, Anxiety, literally anything else, but nope just had to be something sexual,"
"Ick I'm such a creep," his voice echoing in the empty apartment.
"Just need to move on, try to shut down if she tries to give explicit details again and focus on giving her action items or homework that will help her process,"
He lifted the weight plates, his biceps flexing with the effort.
He positioned himself on the weight bench, inhaled deeply, and began the first set of his workout. Pushing through until completion, he tried not to think about Camila, her stories, and the way she would change the way she looked at him as she discussed her intimate life.
However, try as he might, he kept imagining her naked, her breasts bouncing and legs wide open as she stood in her bathroom, unable to hold herself and her urges. The glint and grin across her face as she told a complete stranger about her masturbation habits. The excessive physical details of her pleasure, the way she kept gripping her skirt and the chair as she spoke.
He shifted uncomfortably on the bench, his cock twitching at the thought. "Shit." He almost dropped the barbell but took a quick exhale to refocus.
He grunted with the last repetition, attempting to finish and avert the distraction and discomfort, trying to drown out the images and desires that were beginning to take hold.
With a deep breath, he hoisted the barbell above him, his muscles straining and quivering as he squeezed out the final reps. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he lowered the weight and sat up on the bench, his heart starting to thump louder in his chest and his body damp with sweat.
He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily, and tried to clear his head. He gripped the sides of his head, pulling the strands at the base of his scalp and squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
"Shit I need to get it together,"
He needed a cold shower, a distraction, anything to break the spell Camila had cast over him.
Nolan walked to his living room window, pulled his curtains to the side and turned off the green lamp beside it. He undid the latch and pushed the window open, feeling the cool night air rush in, splashing his face with a welcome breeze.
He leaned against the windowsill, scanning the street below. It was quiet, the rain had let up and now the city was bathed in a pale, silvery moonlight.
Taking deep lungful of air, he breathed in before a similarly long exhale. He unclenched his fist, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms above his head.
"Better,"
He felt his muscles loosen and his breathing return to normal before turning around and returning to his weight rack.
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Meanwhile, across the street, Camila was now lying on her couch, her laptop propped on her knees. She had finished her meal and cleared her dishes away, the gentle humming of her apartment now replaced by the soft clacking of her keyboard as she typed.
Curiosity piqued by her recent thoughts, Camila had been doing some research. Her search history filled with terms like 'BDSM for beginners,' 'understanding kinks,' and 'submissive experiences.' She scrolled along the results, her eyes widening as she took in the sheer volume of information available.
Her glowing screen now displayed a vibrant, colorful forum called "BoundForums" dedicated to all things BDSM. It was filled with threads ranging from 'Newbie Questions' to 'Personal Experiences' and 'Role-Play Scenarios.' Camila's heart began to race as she read through the various posts, her mind buzzing with excitement and nervousness. This was a whole new world, one she had barely dipped her toe into, and it felt both thrilling and overwhelming.
"Safewords,"
She scanned a thread explaining the importance of safe words and limits "Red, yellow, green... hmm, makes sense." She mused as she read.
"'Newbie Questions,' huh? I wonder what kind of stories people share here. And oh shoot, they have a 'New to the Scene' thread? That sounds perfect! " Intrigued, Camila clicked on the link and began to read the various introduction posts.
"Hmm well I guess I have to join," she thought to herself, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she pondered.
Making her decision, she clicked the "New User" button,
"Username," she mused,
Chuckling at herself after deciding on her online pseudonym, she typed it out "SillynSlutty."
After finishing and double-checking her email, she clicked the "Sign Up" button and soon received the confirmation email.
*Welcome to BoundForums, SillynSlutty!*
