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Henri Fox had a huge secret.
No one, not her sister nor her best friend nor her roommate, knew this secret. It was one she’d never tell anyone about, and would take with her to the grave. Or so she thought.
On it, she was called secretprincess. The Tumblr blog was mostly for her. It was meant to stay hidden, a secret space where she could spill her deepest desires, a place to let out all her sexual frustration. It became somewhat of a diary documenting her libido for the entirety of a blogging platform to see, as long as they knew where to look. She began with the posts untagged, hidden within the depths of Tumblr’s algorithm where no one could find them. But it just so happened that another account did find the posts, reblogged a teasing photo she’d taken of her pale fingers cupping her tit through her lacy black bra. From there, her account blew up, and before Henri knew it, she was extremely popular on the sapphic, not safe for work side of Tumblr.
At first, it was alarming to think of so many strangers seeing her at her most vulnerable, but she quickly learnt to embrace it once she realized how horny the attention made her, how good it felt to have that validation from strangers—the validation that she was hot and people did actually want to fuck her, despite her current dating dry spell.
She started with text posts and more artistic images of her breasts and arms and arse, but eventually her pent up sexual frustration became so intense that she ventured into the territory of audio posts, which quickly became her calling once she realized just how much her growing number of followers loved them. Her microphone picked up the wet slick of her against her fingers, along with all her breathy moans and whines muffled into her satin pillow. She said no words, left no identifying mark on any of her posts, and the anonymity made her just that bit more daring. It paid off in popularity; it seemed everyone wanted to hear her, to listen to secretprincess’ sweet gasps and moans through their headphones late at night, and before she knew it, she’d racked up thousands of followers.
Her latest post was one of her edging herself with her vibrator for nearly ten minutes, before finally peaking over the edge and coming harshly against the moving silicone, her shrieks and moans drowning out the sound of the vibrations. It gained 500 likes in the first hour after she posted it.
All sorts of responses flooded in in response to her audios. She received anonymous asks and replies and reblogs and likes, and the occasional sugar mommy begging to send her money or flowers or sex toys, which Henri always refused due to the risk of revealing her identity. Her favorites, though, were the private messages, where she would get especially promiscuous. Particularly, there was one blog who regularly messaged her privately to flirt the pants off of Henri. And it absolutely worked.
Her username was rideacowgirl. Henri knew very little of her, except for the fact they were the same age and she was bisexual. And of course, she could tease and charm Henri like no one’s business. Henri liked her so much, which was odd because Henri didn’t like too many people. She had just a small handful of friends, and would much prefer to be volunteering at the animal shelter she sometimes went to, rather than going to fancy bars or loud clubs.
The other girl didn’t have a lot of original content on her blog like Henri did, just one image of a nipple through a white tank top, and a very muffled and crackly audio of low grunts and moans that the microphone barely picked up. Henri had listened to it more times than she could count, imagining hot breaths in her ear and skin against skin as she fucked herself to completion over and over again.
The messages that Henri sent to rideacowgirl were nothing casual. She gave her absolute dirtiest when it came to their conversations. And rideacowgirl gave just as much, if not more, back.
The things she messaged back to Henri were downright filthy. Things like:
i just came to the thought of you riding my face
how many times do you think i could make you come in one session?
i think we’d look so good together, princess
And Henri’s personal favorite, which she went back to on almost a nightly basis to get herself off with in addition to the single audio from rideacowgirl:
your moans are beautiful when you touch yourself but i’d bet you’d sound even better when you’re riding my strap
Henri wouldn’t say they had an exclusive thing, necessarily, although she certainly didn’t see rideacowgirl reblogging other Tumblrs’ posts with horny tags like ‘god my princess is so hot’ , or answering asks from anonymous users . But maybe rideacowgirl just kept any asks to herself, answered privately in the security of her Tumblr inbox. Not Henri, though. After that first post went viral, she decided she loved the attention. Sometimes, rideacowgirl would send public asks to her Tumblr inbox, and Henri would publish them for all her followers to see, which would spur her on further. She had other blogs in her inbox too, but none got her attention or made her as horny as rideacowgirl did.
To put it frankly, Henri had an infatuation with rideacowgirl. This mysterious girl on the other side of the computer screen had absolutely captivated her and turned her into a horny, flirtatious mess, and once Henri learnt that power she could have over others, the thought of being someone else’s person , sexually, well… she was done for.
***
It was a Friday afternoon after a long week when Henri finished with her university lectures, and she came home to an inbox topped with a message from rideacowgirl.
Exhausted from school and ready to unwind and get off, she grabbed her favorite dildo, stripped off her skirt and tights, and slowly began to tease herself through her pants as she opened Tumblr to read through and answer the messages. As always, rideacowgirl left her no shortage of words that she could use to bring herself to the edge.
my roommate is out right now so i’m looking at your pictures and listening to your audios letting myself moan at the thought of your lips and your skin and your pussy. i just know you would taste so good princess you’re so beautiful
your skin looks so soft i want to trace my fingers over it
i’d let them trail all over your body, wherever feels good
and your moans, god princess. so pretty sounding, i could listen to them all fucking day, every fucking day
Henri quickly typed out a response, trying to maintain some composure, though she found it difficult, rideacowgirl’s words getting her quickly riled up. Her hips gave a pathetic twitch down into her bed.
I would love nothing more than to feel you on me. I’m not sure I’d know what to do with myself. I’m touching myself now, thinking about you. I wish I could feel you for real.
Already, Henri was grinding herself harder against the dildo. So much for taking it slow, she thought. Her pants were thoroughly soaked through, and she kicked them off and to the floor. She easily slipped the dildo inside of herself and began a gentle roll of her hips onto it. She exited out of Tumblr and opened her recording app, grabbing her small microphone to put beside her pillow.
“Oh,” she gasped as soon as she was recording. Even though she’d been doing this for months now, she still got a bit nervous whenever she hit that record button. It was naughty, provocative, everything she’d been raised not to do. Good girls didn’t touch themselves for strangers on the internet, and there was always that inkling thought in the back of her mind that she might get caught.
On the other hand, those nerves made her even more sensitive, fuelled her to be even more explicit and provocative, which made her moan even harder, which got her even more notes. And the cycle would continue and repeat.
She moved her hips in tandem with the hand holding the dildo, a slick sound filling the room and being picked up by the microphone. Henri pressed her face down into her pillow, moaning and humming as the gentle pushes inside became hard, consistent thrusts to touch the spot where she needed it the most. When she finally got there, felt her muscles squeezing and fluttering in that way that told her that’s where she needed to stay, she slowed the thrusts slightly to keep herself from coming too quickly. She fell back into the gentler grind from before, but this time with more assurance, letting herself twitch and groan toward her orgasm at a steadier pace.
When she came, she briefly cried out before slamming her lips shut, fearing she’d be overheard by her roommate just a wall away. As she twitched with aftershocks, she stopped the recording and re-opened Tumblr. As soon as she uploaded the audio, another message from rideacowgirl popped up in her inbox.
hi princess
not as much privacy now but god i’m still touching myself and thinking about you and wishing i could moan your name out loud
maybe one day we can make that happen princess
you can feel me for real and i can moan out your name
there are so many things i want to do with you. to do to you
i’m down so bad for you it’s driving me fucking crazy
The messages came one after another, then paused for a minute. Then…
holy fuck your new audio
you are fucking unreal
i just came so good from listening to it princess
Henri smiled. Mission accomplished.
I did as well, still coming down.
Felt so good to come, I had such a long day. I needed that so bad.
I think I can go again, though.
She wiggled her hips against her dildo, felt herself clench down on it as she easily slid it back inside of herself. She was ready, and it seemed rideacowgirl was online at this very moment.
Join me? X
fuck princess, yes, absolutely yes. are you touching yourself again already?
get your favorite toy, the one that makes you feel best, and touch yourself with it
Yeah
I’m still using my dildo
The one I sent you a picture of last week.
It was pink and smooth except for a single ridge close to its flared tip. It was literally perfect for Henri, everything she could ever want. It could only get better if someone was wearing it.
good girl
and what are you imagining it as?
Your strao
Your strap
Henri’s fingers struggled to type words as her conversation continued.
yeah princess that’s right. my strap
after you come on my strap i want to ride your face
would you let me do that princess?
Yes
i’d hate to make a mess of that pretty face but i can clean up after
i’ve never even seen your face but i can bet a million fucking bucks it’s the most beautiful face
you’re everything a girl could ever want
are you recording yourself again right now? you should do it so everyone can hear how wet you are for me
“Fuck,” Henri whispered to herself. She slipped the dildo out of herself so she could switch back to her microphone app and hit record again.
I’m recording now
Need to give my left hand a break and fuck myself with my right so can’t respond
Talk to me? Help me come?
And rideacowgirl did.
fuck princess
absolutely. always
i hope when you fuck yourself you think of me always, when you hit that spot that feels so good and makes you see stares
because i always think of you
i think about how your fingers and your mouth would feel on me, how good you’d make me feel
do you think about that too?
i want to go so slow with you, hours of taking each other apart with our hands and our mouths and our hips
we could spend all night bringing each other orgasm after orgasm after orgasm
your moans would sound so pretty in person. they’re already so pretty over the phone, but i can hear you’re holding yourself back
when we’re together there’s no being quiet, sweetheart. i want to hear everything
how many times can you come in one night? i feel like i could at least 10 times
what’s your record? mine is 8
Henri’s record was… much higher.
anyway
if i were there i’d make sure you come so good
you’d be shaking beneath me
or on top of me
i’m not picky, princess
i want to do fucking everything with you
are you close, baby?
Henri’s left hand cramped from where she was rapidly thrusting her dildo against her g-spot again, rushing toward another orgasm as she thought about having multiple orgasms in a row with rideacowgirl. Her right hand struggled to type as she shook with pleasure against the silicone inside her, feeling so close to that peak she was chasing.
Please
I’m gonna come
Please please please
it’s okay baby you can come, you don’t need my permission
go ahead and come my princess, i will come to the thought of you coming
It was stupid and Henri should’ve cringed but instead, she found the words increasingly erotic, and she let the toy strike perfectly inside her one last time as she thought about rideacowgirl doing the same, perhaps states or countries or even continents away.
fuckl
I’m comingn
She clenched down and gushed around her dildo. She bit down on her pillow to muffle her shriek as her second orgasm of the evening violently tore through her and wetted the sheets beneath, her heart racing. Little aftershocks swept in, leaving her a wet, trembling mess.
“Fuck,” she whispered, out of breath. Beside her, her mobile was still recording, catching each gasp as she came down. She blindly tapped it to stop the recording before moving back to the conversation with rideacowgirl.
god that was fucking awesome
you good?
I just soaked my sheets
fuck that’s so hot
wish i was there to help you clean up ;)
Christ
i’d lick you clean, princess
know you’d taste so good
Yes
My record is 22, by the way.
I need to go now. Goodnight, Cowgirl x
22?!?!?!?!?!! baby you’re fucking insane. that’s so fucking hot
Henri exited out of Tumblr before she could say more, forcing herself to calm down after the orgasm had ripped through her. She wanted to say more, could stay up all night having orgasms with rideacowgirl. She could go again, and again, and again if she didn’t stop herself. But she had a life outside of secretprincess, a life she actually liked very much. It just so happened to be lacking in sexual release.
She saved the audio of herself to her private folder to be uploaded later, and stood herself up on wobbly post-orgasm legs. She needed to do her laundry before her roommate inevitably came out of her room and bugged Henri to spend the rest of their Friday evening together, as was tradition.
Well, ‘bugged’ made it sound like Henri didn’t want to spend time with her. It was quite the opposite, really.
Alex Claremont-Diaz, also known as the source of Henri’s pent up sexual frustration which made her start masturbating for all the internet to listen to. Her gorgeous roommate who was definitely bisexual but absolutely did not want to date Henri, which was… fair. Henri felt like she was too much for Alex, too… proper and British and also just a bit odd. Which, she supposed, made sense given Henri’s pastimes.
But Alex was everything to her, her best friend in a way that felt so different from her sister or Pez or June or Nora. Something more. Even more than rideacowgirl, even though her online relationship with her had reached levels of sexual intimacy she’d never shared with anyone before, not even hookups. Alex was something else, someone who truly felt like her other half. But she was a half Henri couldn’t have, so she’d continue being secretprincess to fulfill that emptiness inside of her.
Henri used the loo and changed into dry pants and pajamas before gathering up her sheets and quietly opening her bedroom door to the hallway. Looking left down the hall toward Alex’s room, she could hear faint music coming from there, and figured she was safe.
After setting off the laundry and re-making her bed with clean sheets, Henri let her shoulders relax. She found this happened sometimes to her, where she would get tense and nervous immediately after an online session, only to relax again when it was all over and she was in the post-orgasm haze and she could spend quality time with Alex. It felt like she could only really relax if she had both things—together, Henri’s online world and her real world made her feel complete. She couldn’t have Alex the way she wanted, but she at least had this.
She smiled into her hand as the creaks of Alex’s floorboards echoed through their old apartment building. It was a sure sign that Alex was about to come out of her room and tap on Henri’s own door.
Sure enough, Henri picked up the pattering of socked feet down the hall, stopping just outside of Henri’s own room. Then, came a soft knock.
“Come in,” Henri called as she attempted to sit nonchalantly on her freshly made bed. She leaned back on her arms and crossed her legs, putting pressure on her sensitive folds. At the last minute, she grabbed her current novel and opened it to a random page, pretending to be in the middle of reading.
Just as Alex poked her head through the doorway, Henri shifted and grimaced as she felt that her pants were once again wet, and a steady pulse of need was growing inside her once more. She was caught by brown eyes that swallowed Henri up, dark curls framing a sharp jawline, lips forming the greeting that Henri had been living with for four years, the words never losing their stomach-swooping effect.
“Hi, baby.”