Page 70 of Shattered Silence Duet

Me: Dare.

It takes her a few minutes to answer.

Mina: I don’t know what to dare you to do.

Me: I can give you three options?

Mina: Yes please!

Me: You could dare me to stroke myself until I come while thinking of you.

Me: You could dare me to send you a photo of my hand around my cock.

Me: Or you could dare me to come and get you and bring you back here.

Mina: The second one.

Holy fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me. I was hoping she’d pick option three, but I’m not surprised. I pull my pants to my knees and snap a shot of my junk in my hand and send it to her, anxiously awaiting her response.

Mina: wow.

Her response makes me laugh and feel alittle bolder.

Me: Truth or Dare.

Mina: Truth.

Me: Tell me how it feels, looking at my cock while you touch your nipples.

Mina: It feels… strange. I feel pressure between my legs, like my chest is connected directly to it. The faster I rub, the stronger the pressure is. And when I look at your picture, the pressure almost hurts. My nipples have gotten hard and I feel like I need to release the pressure.

Fuuuuck. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever read. I can’t believe she’s so… descriptive.

Me: Good girl for telling me all of that. I’m getting harder just imagining you touching yourself right now.

Mina: T or D?

Me: T.

Mina: Tell me what you would do if I was in your bed with you right now.

Me: Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me. I don’t think you’re ready to hear that yet.

Mina: Does that mean you want a dare instead?

I consider that. It might be going a little overboard if I typed out everything I wanted to do to her. I didn’t want to scare her away when she was doing so well.

Me: Yes. Dare.

Mina: Option 1.

I groan as I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. She wants me to jerk myself off while texting her? The thought alone makes me start stroking myself faster.

Me: Ok but you have to help me.

Mina: How? Are virtual hand jobs a thing?

I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me.