Page 9 of Chasing My Bliss (Behind The Lens #6)

Felicity

T he soft glow of the ring light casts sultry shadows across the room.

I sit on the edge of the bed, one leg bent slightly, while the other stretches toward the floor.

My lingerie clings to my body like a second skin—barely there—black lace and satin, hugging my curves.

The longer I do these live streams, the more comfortable I’ve become with showing my body, coming undone both for show and in reality.

I wonder if the viewers can tell the difference.

I gaze directly into the camera, my lips parting with a slow, knowing smile. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” I murmur, my voice a smokey purr. A seductive lure that even pulls me in.

I slide my hands up my thighs, gliding over my hips, before dipping behind my back, and grasping the clasp of my bra.

Each movement I make is slow and deliberate as I unhook it, letting one strap slip off my shoulder, then the other, before the garment falls to the floor.

My bare breasts are on display, my nipples pebbling under the cool air as anticipation for what’s to come floods through my body.

“Do you want more?” I ask.

DarkRoomDante: Fuck yeah baby, take it all off. Show us that pretty pussy.

TemptingTroy: I can fuck you, baby. Just let me know where you are. We can give these losers a show.

DarkRoomDante has subscribed to your channel.

AlphaHeat: Can I have a private show, baby?

HotHands69 has joined.

“Hey Hot Hands, I was beginning to think you were going to miss my show.”

HotHands69: Never.

BiteTheBoss: Let me lick your pussy, Bliss.

LustMechanic: Take it off.

RavenSin: You’re gorgeous, baby.

“Mmm, I love how eager everyone is tonight.” I bite my lip, dragging my teeth across it, adding to my sex appeal.

Make a show to have them wanting you. It’s how you make money.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties and lift my hips just enough to slip them over my ass and sit back down.

I slide the lacy fabric down inch by inch, revealing my smooth, tan skin.

Once they hit the floor, I kick them off, pressing my thighs close together, not wanting to show my pussy just yet.

I keep my eyes fixed on the camera, letting my viewers know my attention is fully only on them.

As if it's just us, no one else watching.

My fingers trail over my exposed skin, tracing slow, deliberate patterns.

Placing my hand on the bed, I lean back slightly, still keeping my thighs firmly pressed together.

InkedAlpha: Come on bitch, quit teasing us.

HotHands69: Ignore the neanderthal, Bliss. Take your time. Give us a show.

RavenSin: Yeah baby, give us a show.

InkedAlpha: What a pussy. She’s a fucking cam girl. Her only job is to fucking get off on camera so we can do the same damn thing.

InkedAlpha has left.

HotHands69: Good riddance. Please continue, Bliss.

I let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes the comments are vulgar or downright disgusting. But being called a bitch, that’s never happened before. It takes everything in me to hold it together, to not break down and cut the live off right then and there.

SavageTouch: Open those legs for us, baby.

RoughPlayRay: You have me hard as a rock, Bliss; let’s come together.

I take a deep breath then reach over, moving the pillow to expose my toy for the first time, and pick it up, already waiting, already charged. Sleek and familiar in my hand, almost as if it’s an extension of me.

My thighs part, slow but bold, as I give them a grand reveal of my pussy. I lower my hand, slipping my fingers between my lips, spreading myself open, and baring everything for the camera; for my viewers watching from the other side of the screen.

“You don’t get to touch,” my voice is warm and thick with teasing as I keep my eyes locked on the screen, “but you do get to watch.”

I press the vibrator between my thighs, knowing the show is about to begin.

The toy hums to life in my hand, and the sound alone is enough to make the live chat erupt with hearts and desperate comments—I don’t need to read them.

I can feel them. Their eyes, their hunger, the way they live for this version of me: confident, commanding, untouchable and yet so intimately close.

Such a contrast to the person I am in real life. The shy, reserved woman.

I drag the tip of the toy up my inner thigh, not rushing, while the vibrations set my body on fire. I want them to beg for more, to squirm in their seats and forget how to breathe as they grip their cocks or rub their own pussies. Who knows? It’s possible some of the subscribers are women.

“You want it, don’t you?” I whisper. “Want to see me come apart for you?”

My free hand cups my breast, my fingers rolling lazily over my nipple as I move the vibrator higher, spreading my legs wider.

It hits my clit and my body arches as I let out a soft, breathy moan—not forced, not fake.

Real . That’s what keeps them obsessed. When I give them enough realness to keep them addicted so they keep coming back for more.

Spending their money as I give them a show.

I keep moving the toy, biting on my bottom lip, my eyes never wavering from the screen. Every moan, every shiver, every flick of my wrist is for them— because of them. In a strange sort of way, I own each and every one of them without ever having to touch them.

“You’re not allowed to come,” I order them, my breath catching as I press the toy against my sweet spot, my legs trembling slightly. “Not until I say you can.”

The messages come quicker, but I’m so caught up in the moment, what my body’s feeling, that I can’t keep up with reading them. My orgasm is building; tonight it’s going to be real. Raw and overpowering.

I know they’re watching. That they’re losing their minds for me. That their orgasms are going to be for me. All mine.

And I love it.

My body tightens as my moans come faster, like confessions torn from my throat. I’m close, and I know it’s driving them wild—knowing that I’m right there , about to tip over the edge, and they’re powerless to do anything but watch.

“Say my name,” I gasp, my voice cracking with pleasure. “Flood the chat with it.”

Just like that, they do just as I say. Most likely with one hand.

SavageTouch: Bliss

RoughPlayRay: Bliss

BiteTheBoss: Bliss

LustMechanic: Bliss

DarkRoomDante: Bliss

One by one, they roll in.

I can’t hold it off any longer. My climax rips through me—raw, breathless, beautiful. I throw my head back, letting the euphoria take over.

I collapse back against the pillows, my breath coming in shallow, satisfied waves. The toy slips from my hand and lands on the floor with a hard thud. I don’t move to cover myself. They like this part—the aftermath. The rawness. Maybe even more than the buildup.

The chat is exploding with messages. I don’t need to look at it to know. It’s always the same. The viewers begging for more. I can’t help but grin, lips parting slightly as I lift my hand to wipe the hair from my face, and double check that my mask is firmly in place before sitting up.

“Good night sweeties,” I murmur into the lens, my voice still heavy with pleasure. “You made me feel so good tonight. I hope I did the same for you.”

I blow them a kiss, slow and sensual, watching as new messages continue to filter through. Some beg for another round. Some just want to worship me. Others are filthier—some names I’ve seen before, handles that come back night after night like loyal viewers to watch the show.

I reach out and end the stream. The red light fades to black and I sigh with relief. Another night.

Bending over, I pick up my discarded panties and slip them on, before picking up the bra.

As much as I hate putting it on, I don’t want to walk out of here without it.

I shut the laptop screen and unplug it from the charger, taking the time to place it in my bag.

It’s the part I dread— lugging it, my toys, and my clothing around.

But why am I doing it? I think to myself. Mom is gone for the next two weeks. I can record my live shows at home, without worrying about her busting in on me. Suddenly, this whole eloping thing of hers became more appealing to me.

I’ve just finished dressing when I hear my phone vibrating against the wood table. Picking it up it’s a message from a number I’m not familiar with.

Unknown: Hey this is Roxy. Lorna gave me your number and explained to me about the calendar shoot and video. She said you needed a partner and as luck would have it, I’m available. I know she wants to start it in 2 weeks, but I figured we could meet and hang out before then.

Me: Hey. Yes. Absolutely. When is good for you? I just finished up a live show, so I’m available now if you are?

Me: Fuck, I’m sure you didn’t mean tonight.

Just then, a knock sounds at the door.

“One second,” I call out as I quickly make sure I’m fully dressed and make my way over. Roxy hasn’t replied, so I think I scared her off with my eagerness.

Taking hold of the handle, I pull the door open. “Oh—sorry, I thought I still had the room,” I rush out, but when I look up, I see a woman smiling at me. “I’ll just grab my stuff and be out of your way in a sec.”

She’s just smiling at me, a confident air about her I wish I had.

Her cutoff denim shorts cling to her hips, frayed high enough to show off her tan, tone legs.

Her top—if you could call it that—is little more than a strip of fabric stretched across her chest, leaving little to the imagination.

Her long, wavy blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and I can’t look away from her beauty.

She’s stunning, and I can’t stop staring.

Then it hits me. I’ve seen her before. She was the woman who came out of Lorna’s office.

I tell myself I’m not into girls, but the way she looks at me—like she already knows what I taste like—makes me question everything. Much like I did that day.

“You’re good, Bliss.” Huh. She knows my name. “Are you going to invite me in?” she asks, her accent thickly southern and as smooth as an aged whiskey.

“Umm, who are you?” I manage to stumble the words out.

“I figured this would be easier. I’m Roxy.” She squeezes her body between me and the door jamb to enter the room. “I watched your show tonight. It was good. You had them eating out of your hands.”

“Uh. Thanks.” Roxy is literally sex on a stick. She thought I was good.

“You’re welcome.” She drops down on the bed casually.

In the very spot I was just sitting as I masturbated for everyone watching to see.

She picks up the vibrator, turning it on in her hand as she runs it down the length of her thigh.

“Come sit down beside me.” She pats the bed and I move toward her as if I’m caught in a trance.

Once I’m beside her, she angles her body to me, discarding the vibrator to take my hand. “Lorna told me this would be your first time partnering with someone.”

“It is.” Two words, but they feel like lead on my tongue.

“She also said this was your first time you’d be with a woman.”

I nod. “My boyfriend can’t do the shoot with me, and well… he doesn’t want me with a guy. He suggested a woman since I’m not attracted to them.” She smiles, her tongue sneaking out, sliding along her bottom lip.

“We want the video and the pictures to look real. As if being with me is an everyday occurrence. To do that, we need to get to know each other and, well, there’s no other way to say it than being blunt.” She pauses, as if I should know what she’s going to say. “We need to practice being together.”

“Practice. As in actually kissing and stuff? Being together?” My eyes go wide in shock. Knowing I signed up to be with her, but the reality of actually doing it hadn’t meshed together in my mind until this point.

“Are you free tomorrow? We can meet here. My place. Yours. Whichever is easiest for you.”

All I can do is nod. “Uh huh. Tomorrow sounds good.”

Holy shit, this has gotten real.