You've gone away on business again, and, as we both like to do, I've given you a list of tasks. I love to dare you to do things. You'll usually manage at least one or two of them, and it's great for the inevitable phone sex or cyber sex later.
There are the usual mild ones, like "Film yourself nude, in bed, playing with yourself", or "Send me a photo of your vibrator inside you." There are some not so mild ones, "Forget your knickers to dinner", or "Photograph yourself nude next to the hotel bedroom window."
Then there's the last one.
The "do you dare?" option.
The most extreme one.
"Pick up a man in the hotel bar. Have him photograph you. Nude. In bed. With him."
We chat online during the evening. It's the usual flirting, and chatting about your day. It's been successful, apparently. You seem very cheerful, you won a very lucrative contract and you've enjoyed yourself. I receive a photo of you in a skirt, swinging a pair of your knickers on your finger as you head out for dinner. You're wearing a very cheeky, attractive grin, my favourite top of yours, the low cut one, and you're clearly having fun. I'm jealous I'm not there - I know that grin. Your vibrator is going to be busy tonight. Quite probably with your phone in your other hand, to let me hear you as you orgasm. This is shaping up to be a fun night for both of us. I resolve to get to bed early in preparation.
After you've eaten, messaging me to tell me how naughty you feel to be dining in public feeling the cool air on your bare pussy, you send me a note so say you're going for a quick drink before you head to your room.
Then you go quiet. It's unusual. Normally I'd receive a photo of a glass of something, and a cheeky note saying something along the lines of "look at what you're missing out on. And the wine, too!" You're probably just busy chatting.
Later on, I receive a vague text. "Having a good night. Hotel bar very fun. I'll try and message later. xx"
I wait, wondering what's going on.
40 minutes later I receive another message.
