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NSFW Short Story: "May I" Monday
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 13:00:21 +0000 UTCWhat happens when control stretches across distance… and all you have is your phone?
This week’s story is told through my POV, as if you’re scrolling through my texts all day long—playful, needy, teasing messages stacked one after another as I try (and fail) to behave. The longer you hold out, the more desperate I get, until I’m tangled up in longing, pleading for your reply.
It’s written to feel real—like slipping into a private chat thread where every buzz of your phone means something hotter is waiting. It is absolutely not based off of mostly true events... if that's what you're thinking! A mix of tension, bratty submission, and aching build-up, with one perfectly timed response that changes everything.
XOXO
--Anna
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8:17 AM
Just woke up. You didn’t send a “good morning” message, so I’m going to assume I’m being punished.
…I liked it.
(Also: no panties today, per your Sunday night order. Thanks for that.)
8:46 AM
Got coffee. The barista smiled a little too long at me—probably because of the way I kept shifting on my feet. I swear he could tell. Then your song came on the radio while I was driving back. Made my thighs squeeze together before I even realized I was doing it.
You’re in my head. Again.
9:52 AM
Sitting at my desk now. Everyone’s in meetings. The office is unusually quiet, which makes it so much worse.
I slid my hand under my skirt and touched myself like you told me to. Just for a second. Just enough to remind myself how wet I still am from yesterday.
I think someone walked past, but I didn’t care.
10:37 AM
I keep checking my phone. Nothing from you yet. Which I guess is the point, isn’t it?
Do you know how badly I’m fighting the urge to sneak to the bathroom?
11:08 AM
My coworker was explaining something to me just now, and I kept nodding at the right moments, pretending to listen. But the only thing I could think about was what you’ll make me do later. My legs are pressed so tightly together under my desk.
If they only knew.
12:02 PM
Lunch break. I picked at my food but couldn’t finish it. I’m too wound up. You should’ve seen me trying to be normal, laughing at some dumb joke while soaking through my underwear.
Oh wait. I’m not wearing any.
Guess that’s on you. :)
12:48 PM
I shifted in my chair and felt the leather stick to my thighs. I had to bite my lip not to gasp. Do you know what it’s like trying to type an email while my body’s begging me to disobey you?
Maybe you do. Maybe you’re ignoring me because you want me to unravel.
1:44 PM
You didn’t answer my last message. I’m assuming that means I should edge.
Once? …Twice?
I’ll take the silence as permission.
2:09 PM
I did it. Twice. My hand is still trembling a little. I had to stuff a sleeve of my cardigan into my mouth to keep from moaning.
I don’t think anyone noticed. But if they had looked too closely at my flushed cheeks, maybe they’d guess.
2:42 PM
I touched myself under my desk again. I know I shouldn’t have. You didn’t tell me I could.
I’m sorry. Please don’t make me wait longer because of that slip. I’m desperate.
3:15 PM
I keep picturing you opening your phone, scrolling through all of this, and smiling that wicked little smile of yours. Knowing how far gone I am. Knowing how tightly wound you’ve kept me.
I bet you’re waiting until I break first.
4:22 PM
Had to stand up and give a report in a meeting. I couldn’t even look anyone in the eye. My hands shook when I held the paper. If they’d seen the way my thighs clenched together under the table…
God, I hate you. I hate how good this feels.
5:57 PM
Home now. I showered, made dinner, cleaned up—did everything else you asked me to. My body feels restless, like it’s humming under my skin.
Still no permission.
6:41 PM
I’m laying on the bed in the softest set of sheets I own. I keep twisting around, pressing my thighs together, breathing into the pillow. It’s maddening. Every little brush of fabric makes me twitch.
I keep rereading this thread, like proof of how far you’ve taken me today.
7:18 PM
I want to break. I want to touch myself properly and let go, but I won’t. Not unless you tell me. You know I’ll wait for you. Even if it’s hours. Even if I dream about it instead.
8:02 PM
I think about calling you. Just hearing your voice. But then again… that would give me away, wouldn’t it?
So I’ll just keep writing. Keep giving you proof of how obedient I am.
8:44 PM
I’m aching, Sir. Every breath feels heavy, my body keeps tensing on its own. The anticipation is worse than anything.
Please. Please. Please.
9:13 PM
I’m waiting. Wet. Obedient. Ready.
Tell me when to let go.
9:26 PM
“Good girl. You’ve waited long enough. Turn off the lights, spread your legs, and don’t hold back. I want you loud tonight.”
