“I keep remembering how you fucked me last night… how you came inside me while I rode you. How you made me come on the couch with Mathew in the kitchen.” My voice got breathier. “I want your cock again. I want you to fill me up like you did before. I’m touching myself thinking about you… wishing it was your fingers instead of mine.”

I kept recording for another minute—spreading myself again, showing how my pussy clenched around nothing, how my arousal was dripping down to my ass. Then I stopped the video, heart racing.

Before I could lose my nerve, I attached it to a text and sent...