That would have to be the plan. Instead of playing, she’d have to talk to Violet and really figure it all out with her.
Play time would have to wait.
“God damn it…” Sylvia muttered, then quickly glanced around the office again, relieved it was still empty and nobody’d caught her talking to herself.
Honestly, she wasn’t sure whether she should feel disappointed or not. At least this was a plan, which was more than she’d had before. It’d be much easier to talk with Violet than trying to mutate omniscient mind reading powers overnight. It would probably be really similar to their chats already, just a bit more focused on understanding what made Violet tick and not Violet coaching her through Juno.
It was good and all, except she was fucking horny! After so many nights of edging while dreaming of squeezing Violet’s nipples while Violet sucked on her clit, was it so bad to hope this would be easy? That she could just make Violet dance to her whims while she got herself off again and again?
Of course it was fine — for everybody else. Sylvia didn’t want to be just anybody, she wanted to be a dominant. Somebody powerful and in control enough to be worthy of Violet. If that meant she had to work harder, learn more and be better disciplined before getting her explosive orgasm, so be it!
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“Remind me, you’re supposed to be the dominant one, right?”
“Yeah?”
“And she asked you out?”
Sylvia smiled at the incredulity in her sister’s voice. Emma tried to be understanding, but she was about as straight as it was possible to be. “Way to play into stereotypes, bitch.”
“And this is one of your online sex friends? You’ve been talking to her for how long?”
“Two or three months or something? I don’t know, it’s been a lot more in the last month.”
“So three months of constantly talking about sex, and you still don’t know what turns her on?”
“Believe it or not, sis, there’s more to sex than laying back in missionary and getting fucked,” Sylvia said, teasing Emma about her lame favorite position.
“So much more that it’s taking you longer than three months to scratch the surface, bro?” Emma teased her right back. She’d been calling her bro for years because of Sylvia’s pixie cut, small boobs, habit of wearing cargo shorts, and attraction to women. Part of her felt like she was supposed to be offended, but Emma never shied away from being supportive of Sylvia’s lesbian crushes and kinky dreams, so the other part of her that thought it was funny won out.
“Um — double standards much? How long did you cock tease Andy before you finally got him laid?”
“That’s not the same at all!”
“And what was it you were telling me about blowjobs? There’s so much more to it than just getting it in your mouth and sucking?”