The city lights of Edmonton glowed through the frosted bedroom windows as Belinda curled into the corner of her bed.
Her phone lit up her flushed face with a soft, bluish hue. The house had gone quiet. Her teenage daughter was in her room, and the twins were tucked away with their screens. Her husband stayed out on the couch, eyes glued to the hockey game, emotionally checked out like always.
Belinda had come to terms with this life a long time ago. She was a stay-at-home mom, a caregiver, a woman who learned early on to silence her wants so her family could have peace. But something changed five years ago.
It started with a conversation during the pandemic. A small connection that grew into something she never expected. Jay was younger by ten years and lived far away, but somehow, he had become her escape. He became the one thing that was just hers. They built something secret and powerful, tucked away in the corners of their daily lives. Late-night chats, playful messages, and a kind of intimacy that didn't rely on being in the same room.
Tonight followed that same rhythm.
Her phone buzzed. His name appeared on the screen. She felt her pulse quicken as she read the message.
You ready for me, baby?
His words lit a spark in her. He always knew how to get under her skin in just the right way.
She checked her camera angle, adjusting the lighting. She wasn't thin, and neither was he. They both carried extra weight, but that was never something that got in the way. If anything, it made their connection stronger.
He saw her.
He made her feel wanted again.
She was already dressed for him. A black lace push-up bra hugged her curves, the soft fabric just sheer enough to show the edges of her areolas. It made her feel bold. He always loved that look. Down below, she wore crotchless panties that framed her freshly shaved skin. All day, the feel of the fabric against her had kept her aroused.
Her screen lit up with his face. He was stretched out on his bed, dark eyes gleaming with a hunger she knew well.
"Damn, Belinda," he said, voice low and thick with want. "I've been thinking about you all day."
She smiled and slowly dragged a finger across her chest. "Oh yeah?" she whispered. "What were you thinking?"
"You always look so good when you touch yourself. I wish I could be there. I want to taste you. Feel every part of you."
Still watching him, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. One strap slipped off, then the other. She let the lace fall, and her full breasts spilled free, her nipples already stiff with anticipation. She watched his reaction, the way he squirmed, his hand moving below the waistband of his boxers. He was already dripping precum for her. That gave her a rush.
"I think you like watching me," she whispered.
"Fuck yes, I do," he growled. "You drive me wild."
The heat between her thighs was building fast. She shifted, letting the fabric brush against her swollen folds. That little tease, the tension, the pressure she had been holding onto all day, was peaking.
"Tell me more," she whispered.
She rolled onto her side and tilted the camera just enough to give him a glimpse of the sparkling plug tucked between her perfectly round cheeks. His sharp inhale came through the speaker. His eyes burned hotter.
She rolled back onto her back and reached for her vibrator. It was already sitting on the nightstand, fully charged.
