u/shyvelvetqueen

Hi, I’m a 29-year-old man, and this is about the woman I love — a 30-year-old temptress who has somehow managed to keep me permanently addicted to her. We’re in a long-distance relationship at the moment, and somehow the distance only seems to make her more inventive, more dangerous, and infinitely harder to resist.

She knows I occasionally watch cam shows to deal with the frustration of being away from her. Tonight, though, she had plans of her own.

We had just finished our usual late-night call, talking through the dull little details of our day, when she paused and smiled at me.

“You have no idea what it’s like here tonight,” she said softly.

She was still wrapped in a bathrobe from her shower, damp curls framing her face. A moment later, she stood up, carried the phone across the room, and propped it carefully against something on the table so she could step back into view.

Then she looked straight at me through the screen.

“Baby,” she said, “start recording.”

Before my brain had even caught up, the robe slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet.

I nearly fumbled my tablet trying to turn on the screen recorder. She’d stripped for me before — plenty of times — but she had never let me keep a recording. Suddenly, every second felt precious.

When I finally looked back at the screen properly, my breath caught.

There she was.

Curvy, glowing, smiling like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her curls spilled over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Lower down, her full breasts swayed gently as she moved, soft skin glowing under the warm light.

Instantly, I felt myself harden.

“Tonight,” she murmured, stepping back a little further, “this is how I’m sleeping.”

Now more of her body filled the frame — her soft stomach, thick thighs, every inch of her impossibly inviting. She paused there deliberately, watching my reaction with quiet satisfaction.

I couldn’t even speak. I was completely hypnotised.

“I am wearing panties, though,” she teased. “At least for now.”

And just like that, the red lace slid down her legs and hit the floor.

“Say hello to your favourite camslut,” she whispered. “Velvet.”

For the next half-hour, she completely ruined me.

She moved slowly at first, savouring every second of my attention. Every shift of her hips, every teasing glance into the camera, every smile felt perfectly calculated to drive me insane.

Then she reached into a bag beside the bed and pulled something out.

A dildo.

I blinked at the screen.

It was bigger than I expected.

“Babe,” she said, biting her lip, “I know how much you love deep-throating… and I know I’ve never been very good at it.”

She laughed softly, almost shyly.

“So while you’ve been away, I decided to practise.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

“I bought this a month ago,” she continued. “Well… technically, it was more of a gift. The payment method was a little unconventional.”

She grinned.

“You’d love that story. But not tonight.”

Then her expression shifted completely.

“Tonight, you grade my progress.”

She wrapped her hand around the base of the toy and held my gaze as she slowly brought it to her lips. Her tongue traced along the tip before she eased it into her mouth.

First the tip.

Then more.

And more.

Until, somehow, the entire thing disappeared between her lips.

I genuinely froze.

She held it there confidently, eyes locked onto mine the entire time, as though she wanted to watch my brain short-circuit in real time. And honestly, it nearly did.

What hit me hardest wasn’t just how good she looked — it was the effort behind it. She’d remembered something she thought disappointed me, even though I’d always told her it didn’t matter, and she’d quietly spent a month trying to improve simply because she wanted to please me.

That alone nearly broke me.

Slowly, she pulled the toy back out, lips wet and shining, breath shaky.

Then she smiled.

“Next time you visit,” she whispered, “this is exactly what I’m doing to you.”

Before I could recover, the dildo disappeared into her mouth again.

This time, though, she started moving faster.

Her hand pumped steadily as she pushed it deeper and deeper, muffled moans escaping around it. The rhythm became rougher, messier, more desperate — and that was the exact moment my self-control collapsed completely.

I grabbed myself hard.

I’d honestly never felt this turned on in my life.

Meanwhile, she kept going, eyes half-lidded, saliva coating the toy as soft, filthy noises filled the room.

Then she moaned my name.

That finished me.

By the time she purred, “Yes… give it to me… your camslut wants every drop,” I was completely done for.

Afterwards, she laughed softly at the mess I’d made.

“Good boy,” she teased. “Always happy to take care of that handsome cock.”

Then she leaned closer to the camera, smiling sweetly again as though she hadn’t just destroyed me.

“And your presents aren’t over tonight,” she said. “You get to keep the recording.”

She blew me a kiss.

“Enjoy it whenever you miss me.”

I was still trying to recover when she delivered the final twist of the night.

“I think I owe my dildo guy another payment soon,” she said casually. “A thank-you for helping me achieve my goals.”

I blinked.

“You what?”

She smiled slowly, that same dangerous sparkle returning to her eyes.

“A visit, baby,” she said softly. “Just a visit.”