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You were stunned watching the news after you rolled out of bed the next day. Your ex’s face was slapped across every news channel, each reporter sharing their woes and condolences for the newest victim of the Ghostface killer. Police say he was brutally stabbed and sliced open. They say the crime scene was horrific. The reporters talked about Eddy as if he was the most innocent person on Earth but it was the complete opposite. Maybe he didn’t necessarily deserve to die for what he did, but he was still an asshole so it was hard to feel much remorse toward him. Of course you still reached out to his family to give your sorries.
After making the phone calls, you decided to change out of your pajamas. You inspected your naked body in the mirror. You were absolutely covered in marks left by Ghostface. Bruises were scattered all across your legs, there were scabs and hickies on your neck, and let's not forget how damn sore you were. All the pain you felt was definitely worth the wild night you had. You threw some clean clothes on and made yourself breakfast.
It was hard to continue your day like normal. It was your day off but maybe it would’ve been better if you had to go to work, that way you wouldn’t just be lying around all day thinking about him. About Ghostface. You couldn’t get him off your mind. Flashes of last night kept popping into your head. The way he was so rough, ravaging your body for both his pleasure and your own, had you addicted. God you were getting hot and bothered just thinking about it. You were really hoping you’d hear from him again.
Eventually days turned into weeks. Your bruises and hickies faded and so did your hope that you’d get to fuck him again.
Now that you were single you had so much free time. Usually you’d spend most of your time with Eddy, but without him, everything felt kind of… empty. Sure you’d go out with friends, you’d go to work, spend time with family, had hobbies. But when you were at home you were so lonely. And so damn horny. Maybe that was really the main reason you even stayed with your ex for so long.
By now it had been well over a month since your encounter with Ghostface. Not that it ever left your mind. You had just gotten home from work, it was late. You hated whenever you were scheduled night shifts, but hey, at least you were finally off and could relax in bed. Obviously you chose to unwind with your newest favorite pastime since your meeting with the killer. You reached your hand down into your pants. Your fingers brushed against your clit gently and it already felt great. You continued to move your hand, slow at first, and so tender. You let out a quiet moan.
Out of the corner of your eye you swear you saw a bright flash of light come from your window. You instantly sat upright, yanking your hand out of your underwear. What could it have been? You stood and walked over to the window. Oh no, it seemed you “accidentally” left your blinds open again. You had been doing that a lot the past month. Okay you had done it every day if we’re being honest here. You glared out but couldn’t see anything or anyone outside, it was way too dark.
You felt a little cheeky though. You tugged the string of your blinds and lifted them all the way to the top of the window frame. Just in case you had an audience. Now nothing was blocking the window.
You went back to your bed and resumed giving your body the most wonderful attention. Your fingers barely started to move again when you felt your phone vibrate. You groaned and picked up the device, checking the lockscreen to see who was trying to bother you right now. It was a number you didn’t have saved nor did you recognize it.
Wyd?
Huh? You stared at the screen, baffled. Who the hell was even texting you something like that so late at night?
Ur mom. Your fingers typed back without hesitation and you tossed your phone back down, eager to resume what was interrupted. Your hand slipped back beneath your bottoms.
Funny, was the response you got seconds later. You groaned again but didn’t stop touching yourself this time. You didn’t want this rando to ruin your evening. Maybe you should just block the number? Your finger hovered over the “block contact” option when they sent another text. Did ya miss me?
Your hand stilled. It couldn’t be who you hoped it was… Could it? Who is this? You sent quickly.
You know who it is.
You kept rereading the text over and over in your head. Another flash of light shined in through your window, this time you saw it much better. A camera flash. You couldn’t help but smile. He had made you wait long enough.
As sexily as possible, you slid your bottoms and underwear off your body and took your top off before throwing the clothes to the ground. You leaned back against your pillows and spread your legs. The cold air of the bedroom hit your bare body and you shivered. It was a good thing your bed faced the window. There were a few more camera flashes. Good, he’s enjoying the show, you thought.
Now that you knew you were being watched, things were a lot more exciting. Your hand resumed its position and you began moving your fingers. Your clit was so sensitive already and a wet spot was forming on your blanket. You wanted to talk to him, but texting while you pleasured yourself would be too annoying. You clicked on the number and pressed “call.”
He answered immediately, “Hey doll, it’s been a while.” You hadn’t heard his voice in so long.
You scoffed. “Yeah, I know,” it came out a little harsher than you meant.
“The view is amazing, so glad it’s all for me this time,” he said- no, groaned? You heard a faint squelching noise in the background and listened for a second trying to figure out what it was. Oh. He was touching himself while he watched you. Hot.
You picked up the pace. You rubbed your clit with more speed and force, moaning loudly into the phone speaker. You used your free hand to cup your breast and squeezed.
An idea popped in your head that you thought Ghostface might like. You reached into your nightstand drawer and fished around for your favorite vibrator. Once you felt it, you pulled it out, admiring it in all of its pink glory. You turned it on and selected your favorite setting. You pressed it against your pussy and your body jolted involuntarily. You could feel yourself getting close already. This speed always made you finish so fast.
“Ahh, Ghostface,” you whined as you moved the vibrator back and forth. Your voice was so needy.
“You’re doing so good baby girl,” both the praise and the pet name had you screaming internally. You could listen to him call you that all day. He continued to shower you with compliments and more praises. You could only moan in response to him. After a few minutes of you using the vibrator he finally asked, “Can you cum for me?”
“Mmhmmm,” you replied. You'd been holding back the whole time. You pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. The pressure was divine. Your fingers started to play with your nipple and your release was so so near.
Ghostface moaned your name before releasing a drawn out “fuckkk.” His breath was heavy through the speaker. You could tell he just came.
The sound of his voice helped you follow suit and before you knew it your thighs were shaking and you were practically shouting a slew of curses while you rode out your orgasm. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, you wished Ghostface would just get his ass in your bed already and fuck your brains out.
“Did you want to come inside?” You asked, then laughed, “Pun intended.”
“Sorry but not tonight doll.”
“What? Why?” You rubbed your thighs together absentmindedly. You would do anything to have his face buried between them again.
“You know me, I’m a busy guy,” his sentence reminded you that you, in fact, did not know him. But a part of you wanted to. Wanted to learn more about the man underneath the mask. You doubt he’d ever allow that though.
“Oh,” the disappointment was clear in your tone. “Okay then,” you added. You still had so much energy. It felt like the night was just beginning. “Will you visit again soon?”
You waited a couple seconds for a response but it never came. You looked at your phone and realized he had hung up on you. The nerve! You held your middle finger up and aimed it at the window, not sure if he was even out there anymore, but it made you feel better anyway.
I’ll make it up to you soon. Promise.
You read the text that came in. Yeah you better, you thought, but just left him on read. If he wasn’t going to make you cum a couple more times tonight then you didn’t mind doing the job yourself. There was one final camera flash and then it was just you and your vibrator for the rest of the night. At least she’d never do you dirty.