Midnight in my dim apartment. Célia here, or just ‘Anonymous’ to you. I crash early, pissed about tomorrow’s grind. Sleep hits fast, but I’m floating—half-dreaming of flying my massive bike over city lights. Then, that fucking computer screen flickers like a seedy motel sign. Pulls me back to reality.
I drag myself up, grab my robe to cover my naked ass. Eyes blurry from sleep-fog. Screen’s glaring: ‘Rolled a 5. Your turn. Lose, unlock your front door.’ Heart slams. Is this real? My chat buddy? That flirty fucker I’ve been teasing online? No address shared, right? But the rush hits—wet heat between thighs. Fuck reason. I grab my die from the nightstand.
The Awakening
It bounces down the hall, lands under the kitchen table. I crouch, robe slipping open. Three dots stare back. I lose. Pulse races, nipples harden. Grin like a slut. Fill my water glass, saunter to the door. Key turns. Crack it open an inch. Sit in my wicker chair, sipping, doubting. Ridiculous, right? Then—crack. Chair creaks? No. Footsteps. Chair scrapes. Breath catches.
‘Luck didn’t favor you tonight?’ His whisper—young, familiar. Tension melts to fire. Blindfold slips over eyes. Blackness. He grabs my hand, leads to couch. Pushes me down. Dims the light. My fave singer croons from the stereo—he turned me on to him. Die in my palm. ‘Over 4, I vanish. 4 or less, surrender.’ Roll. Four. Perfect bad luck.
Robe belt undone. Fabric slides off thighs. I stop it mid-thigh. He pins hands overhead, elbow holding it. Lips on left thigh, inching up. Goosebumps explode. Sigh escapes. Hands massage edges, dip under. Heat builds. I spread legs—invitation. Fingers trace pubis, tease shaved mound. Slide higher, cup tits. Thumbs circle hardening nipples.
The Raw Surrender
Robe falls open. Blindfold to wrists, loose cuffs. He looms over, sucks right nipple—tongue flicks endless. Left next. Hands knead, pinch. Moans spill. Time blurs. I beg another roll—’Strip if I win.’ Die favors me. Flip him. Rip off shirt, unbutton jeans. Boxer bulge strains. Kiss navel, tongue elastic. Teeth snag waistband, yank. Cock springs free, throbbing.
Mouth engulfs tip. He groans, fights control. Pause. To bathroom. Robe gone. Shower steams. Soapy hands from ankles up. Fingers probe pussy lips. I shove his boxers down, stroke shaft. Thumb circles head. Drop to knees, suck deep. Tongue swirls. He bucks, explodes down throat. Water drowns his gasps.
No mercy. Back to couch. Ass up, knees wide. He slides under. Fingers part folds. Tongue dives—slow laps every crease. Sucks clit, circles fast. Fingers plunge deep. Hips grind. Build explodes—body arches, stars burst. Shuddering, spent.
Reality creeps back. Door locked now. Bed calls. Work tomorrow. But this secret burns—dice unlocked a stranger’s cock in my home. Thrill of risking it all. No one knows. My dirty, pulsing high. Can’t wait for next roll.