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Memoirs Of Visual Delight

By: ellaconnor



Authors Note

Hello everyone!

You are about to be introduced to Delight's point of view on her video-chat experience a few years back.

If you could find the time to offer an opinion or a slap on the wrist, I would really like to hear from you.

This is my first attempt to writing. The editing is also done by yours truly so constructive criticism is welcome.

I invite you to spend a little time with the main character, while you explore her mind and body.

The story is inspired by true events. Names and characters have been altered for artistic purposes.

All protagonists are 18+.

I look forward to hearing from you! 

*******

I carefully put my sultry smiling face on as the web application informed me that I would be live in 10 seconds.

Deep breath... "This needs to stop." I murmured.

Reality kicked in as the webcam image swiftly loaded on the right hand side of my monitor screen.

"Welcome, Delight. You are now online."- a white text on a red background joyfully informed me.

My eyes scanned for the status of my room. The number of guests was rapidly increasing and many members were coming and going.

Opening the sticky notes file, my performer story showed up.

I had a quick look over the details, making sure I knew what to say and avoid altering my online persona. 

I was used to doing that just to pass the time as guests and members would compliment my outfit or made rude demands in free chat- which I would ignore, of course. 

From time to time I would type in a warm reply to members that said "hello."

Many complimented the outfit... "Hmm, out-fit."... I divided the word to myself, thinking of alternative meanings. 

I was not out. I was in my bedroom. But then again...I was out there, people could see me. Horny people, hunting for a free show... all of them were hoping for a nip slip or a doggy pose- anything to help bring some release for free. I used to call them "free loaders". Many of the cam girls used that name.

I was wearing a new set that day. It consisted of two black pieces- "lovingly handmade" - as the label claimed. The price reflected that statement, in my opinion.

A simple black sheer lace bra hid my pink areolas but left little to the imagination. I loved the way it was enclosed in the front- corset like fastening. A silk string was folded in a lovely bow, where my breasts met. 

I liked the view. I bet they all did, too. The Brazilian style panties were gently nesting what men craved for when they laid their eyes on me. I loved the side strings which were so easily removable- very practical. The two-piece made me feel amazingly sexy.

My thighs were delicately hugged by a set of black silk stockings. The fine embroidery detailing of the border made me think of a fem dom I had seen on a certain website a week before.

She was stunning- redhead, with perfect curls which contoured a porcelain face. She had deep dark green eyes and lips that could start wars within seconds.

I remember her corset to this day: leather and heavy lace. She had a stylish combination of goth and kink about her, which inspired me, every time I chose my cam lingerie. 

This part of the internet is filled with restless souls looking for...what is it that they are looking for actually? I've never found a proper answer to that, really.

What would one look for on a cam site?

Yes... we all know the obvious purposes: log in, stroke, come... log out. 

My surround system informed me I was in private chat. 'Money making mode activated' displayed on the back of my mind.

"Hi." he typed. 

His camera feed was loading on my screen. I checked the members' name in my private history. I had no results. This guy was new. 

"Hello!" I smiled sheepishly, blowing a kiss to the camera.  

"Gorgeous outfit you have there, hon! Love the cleavage. Wanna show me what's under that nice bra?"

He was polite, I give you that. Yes, that meant polite in private chat.

I smiled and winked playfully at the camera, although I was actually wishing he would have asked how I were, or just chatted for a bit. 

I haven't dated anyone for a whole year to that day. School kept me busy and my nights were mostly filled by men virtually fucking me. My only nights off were for studying.

While my viewer glared at my body undulating, I would let myself get caught in a web of thoughts. 

Finding a new guy would have been nice. Some long walks along the canal would follow. We'd be lost in torrid 

kisses and hungry hands would roam enticing my body in the dark of the night...

That is how I would get in the mood for my viewers. It is rather difficult to keep yourself aroused for hours, trust me. But, I had my ways.

Truthfully, the best fantasy to get me really soaked would be - you'll laugh - being spanked by a professor at uni. The face didn't matter. I loved the rush I would get while thinking of being bent over the dark wooden desk, his right hand would lift my skirt, remove my panties in a swift movement...he'd check my shamefully wet pussy... he would slide a finger inside me and then he would make me taste my juices as his left hand would slap my ass hard, sending jolts of sharp pain mixed with pleasure through my entire body... well, many things would happen in my mind. I have that kind of imagination. 

As I rose from the comfort of my sheets, kneeling slightly, my hand automatically grazed the line of my neck lowering slowly towards the front of my bra. Slow circling motions teased my viewer, making him smile widely. I kept 'eye contact' which actually meant staring at the blue LED light of the camera.

My fingers drew the strings that secured the cups of my bra, gently unveiling my luscious breasts. The room was rather chilly and my nipples hardened as they met the cool air. 

"Damn, you have fine tits... and you're horny as fuck!"... How charming.

I smiled mechanically while slowly making fine circles around my areolas.

"Mmm....show me your ass bb, doggy, panties still on!" 

Pfft! 'Bb'. Really?

'Just type baby for once' I thought to myself as I swayed my body slowly, turning as my lace covered bum shook tantalizingly.

The gentle movement caused the side ribbons to tickle my sensitive flesh. 

Lace and silk ribbons are my sin! 

Three sets of 'mmm' and an 'oh yeah' later, the man spilled his seed on the glass coffee table in front of him. He lowered his camera to proudly present his masterpiece.

"Mmm, baby! You came so hard! Oh, I could lick that table clean for you while you rubbed my pussy with your fingers!" I would offer a free little preview to keep him coming back in my private chat and empty his balls and bank account.

This is a trick I learned from the studio I worked for prior to starting on my own that very day.

The system happily displayed a blossoming flower across the screen. The chat line stated: "xxx9inch has sent a huge surprise for Delight".

I was indeed surprised that he thanked and tipped me a $10.

End of private session. Not bad for a strip dance.

I must say....tips in private were close to a miracle. 

My bra was back on in a matter of seconds. I had to make serious money to get my plans sorted.

I made sure everything was in place as the app kept me in member chat so that members and guests couldn't indulge in a free peek of me dressing up.

Back in free chat, I was again available for all pervs to feast their eyes. 

Smile on... hmm...let's make these men splurge. The start was okay.

I needed next day off. I'd be in lecture all day. "Damn it! I need that Latin expressions file set up for tomorrow." I remembered while clicking my mouse, opening new tabs and searching online. 

Justin Timberlake was bringing sexy back in my room as my hips would sway to the rhythm...these fellas needed some encouraging from time to time.

 'Quid pro quo' search...aha! Copy/ paste in file- saved. 

The trumpet sound interrupted my multitasking. This meant private. 

Private equals money in that world.

I carefully executed the man's requests. This one didn't waste time.

He started the chat with: "strip and finger yourself doggy." 

Oh well, what was a girl to do? Obey meat pay. So I did everything I was told. I added some dirty talk and loud moans as my fingers would slide inside my pussy.

I always had lubricant in handy. The camera displayed a flawlessly shaven glistering pussy. My legs would spread wider as my fingers would dive expertly inside my folds. 

I held my orgasms in real life, to be honest. It kept me needy and willing, just as men wanted me. I learned to fake it so well while at the studio. My eyes never left the camera feed while my vaginal muscles contracted, providing the illusion of a powerful orgasm. 

My viewer left spent and promised to come back for my asshole. Nice touch! Some start really serious and demanding. Make them cum and well, they're all fun and games afterwards.

I've grown accustomed to these members and the entire web experience.

Some liked to know a few things about the performer, but most of them would shoot the load and leave.

I've had some very dark requests through my time online. Some I dismissed at first, but I became curious. The gents were kind enough to walk me through the fetishes. 

There was this one memorable private chat- I was furiously using my dildo for a regular viewer and the damned toy ran out of batteries! There's allot to say about that - maybe some other time?

My longest private session was in my first 3 months at the studio. A Dutch electrical engineer travelling he claimed to be. 

Oh, I love travelers. They get bored easily and are so lonely! 

I would gladly keep them company for a nice fee...he-he!

The engineer jerked off for three times that evening- in one session. I was surprised he stayed, to be honest. He kept me in private for 3 hours. I remember he has asked for my email. Oh dear! Terms and conditions alert! 

He only got the promise I would block other members when I would be in private with him. This never happened. But he did spend a small fortune trying to win a trophy wife. 

Yes, my dear readers, some men frequently visit cam sites and pay copiously, in hopes of finding love or the next best thing.

Some of you at least thought about it at some point. 

Admit it. 

Who wouldn't day dream for a young, lean, American body that showed you a little TLC while you drained your accounts for her? Possessing me completely, in real life, was a dream that many men admitted to having. 

I could name a few. But I won't. 

You may have been to my room back then. 

This happened 9 years ago, my dears. I had barely turned 21.

So...if you have fallen in love with a bright blue eyed, brunette with a silky soft skin, a voice that made you rock hard only when saying "Hello there!" while giggling her boobs for you...well...now I am sorry for you. 

Back then...I wasn't. 

Alright lovelies, let's get to the day that Delight has been revealed and stripped completely. 

Yes, Delight was my performer ID. Don't bother looking it up. I have erased all evidence of that persona. I had very good reasons to!

November 19, 7 AM. 

I had spent all night gathering up for a ticket home to see my family and extra expenses. 

Thanksgiving and Christmas have always been the holidays I looked forward to since I left home to study abroad. Mom and Dad would get a new TV, my brother- a new laptop.

I had everything sorted in advance. Stacey, my best friend, got everything for me and kept them at her dad's garage. They had a lot of space and my folks never visited the shop because mom had a serious fear of power tools. Grandpa had used a broken saw back when she was little and... Grandpa has 4 fingers on his left hand, now. But she was in the garage with him at the time, so you can figure out why she is so scared of tools. 

Anyway... around 7 AM... the lovely trumpet jingle filled my ears for the 27th time. Dollar signs flashed at the back of my mind. I was on fire!

Judge all you like. I didn't choose to work hard for money back then.

Admit it, everybody dreams of massive pay for minimal work.

Yes, I looked for easy money. So sue me! You'd lose. 

But if you need a solicitor now... Let me know. I am not disclosing more.

Okay, okay! Let's get back to the fatidic day, now. 

A simple "hello." lingered on my screen. No camera. Nothing odd, many don't put their cameras on. 

I smiled and typed my "hi there."

"I want to hear you speak, don't type." flashed bluntly on the screen.

My right eyebrow arched curiously fast, before I managed to fake my smile. 

I performed my lustfully synthetic "hello there!" into the microphone.

"Be yourself and don't smile if you don't feel like it. I want to see you as you are. You are to log out after I am done with you. Besides, you need to rest. You've been here all night."

My poker face turned into a twisted grimace, which, most probably, gave away my realization that this member has watched my room, all night...better yet...creeped on me!

"No need to be scared. I won't hurt or chase you. It is of no use for me. I have other plans with you and they will all take place here, within the terms and conditions. Relax."

My jaw dropped in awe at the sight of those words. 

This guy knew how the site worked! But most importantly, he knew how I worked and my bullshit!

He must have visited before, I figured. So, I made a quick search in my paying members file...no result. 

"He must have another account then. This can't be the first time he sees me." I encouraged my paranoid mind to believe, so I wouldn't give away my fear- no such luck!

"I have a request for you, Delight. It will not be pleasant for you, but it will be pleasant for me. I am paying you well, so think about it before you decide."

Three minutes passed without another line showing on my screen. 

"This person knows my deal...calls my bluff...what the hell?" My mind went in detective mode.

I analyzed his words like my life depended on it.

"You are to remove your disguise completely, Delight. I want to see you without any makeup, no wig as well." 

My eyes widened as I kept reading.

"Your account has just received 100 tips, each of $ 10. The choice is yours, Delight. I have kept my word, I paid. So, what do you say?"

To this day I still can't figure out why he spent so much- for such an odd request.

Yes, the effect was massive for me! But, I couldn't figure out what that did for him.

I stared as the words started making sense in my mind. I was not able to form an idea, much else speak.

"So, tell me. Does this end here, or do you want this to go on?" He continued.

My body froze the minute he typed 'remove your disguise'. I stared at the screen with the face of a child caught after stealing from the cookie jar even though warned of the consequences.   

I couldn't even look at the camera anymore. I was trying to acknowledge the words that were appearing on my screen. I couldn't connect the dots whatsoever!

"

Take your time, but not too long. You have 5 minutes. You show me how you look naturally or I leave, never to return." His reply made the pressure even worse!

My mind was fighting to see the pattern. He didn't have any of the other members' modus operandi. 

His request was outrageous! He would be the only one who could recognize me on the street, at the supermarket... at uni!

He obviously knew the rules of the website. He was aware of the fact that I wouldn't give away personal details. He knew it was early morning here and that I spent all night online. 

His English was spotless. So, if he was American... 6 hours apart, give or take...it was almost 1 AM 

there...he watched me, then made the move. 

He said I had 5 minutes to think or he'll go. So he could have been tired or something. 

It was week night...he needed to go to work. He spent too much money to be unemployed.

"Oh fuck it! As long as he's not from UK, I'm good for another 2 years." I decided on the spot.

I didn't plan to go back to live in America anyway. I had other goals.

My lips parted to form the words but no sounds come out.

"Yes, Delight. I'm waiting. 1 minute. Which is it?" He pressed.

"Do you want to see me naked?" My voice was shaky a bit as I spoke.

"No, Delight. That is not what I asked. I want to see you without any makeup for now."

His replies were cold and determined. He made me feel so powerless. Always did.

You'll think the same when I finish my story. 

My eyes met the camera. I tried to show him I can confront him.

I somehow knew for certain he meant everything he said so, I shook my head in approval.

"Say it, Delight. I don't know what shaking your head stands for"

"No makeup" my voice became audible, faint...but audible.

"Good." That's all I got for surrendering. One word.

"Please bring everything you need. I want to see you doing it".

I stared at his request in awe. I would have to show myself as I would remove any evidence of ability to deceive? 

My makeup was very elaborate. I had managed to change the shape of my face. The only thing that was natural was the color of my eyes! I even had fake teeth.

Yes, in this line of business, not showing your true face is a big deal. Very big!

That is especially in a country where you do everything with a good planning in advance.

But the money! Damn it! He already paid a lot. The money he could bring if this went on...my god!

"For me to remove the makeup in front of you, that is a huge deal!" I looked straight into the camera. This showed determination for once since the private chat started.

"I know, Delight. I know what I am asking and why I am asking specifically. I know you are money motivated. 

But you are also smart enough to figure out that I won't be able to find you in real life."My nostrils flared at the statement. I had big doubts about his last statement. 

"Here's what I suggest. You remove your makeup, as I asked and I will send another load of surprises. I saw how your face lit up as you received them throughout the night."

"You have my word this stays here, Delight." he continued.

"I can see that you know I am serious. So, again, what do you say?" He didn't seem to settle for a bargain, at all! It was as if he had a purpose- one that would cause misery somehow. I shook my head and dismissed the thought immediately. 

I had guys who would get rid of this member in a click of a button. 

"All right, but I want the tips now." I made sure my face was serious. I added a frown and a good stare for effect.

"Fair enough, Delight. Give me 2 minutes. Don't move until then. I can still see you"

It worked!

"All right." I replied. 

My voice managed to become more audible now. Somehow this person could make me believe what they were saying. 

My mind was trying to figure out if this person was male or female. The serious talk seemed to be of a man, but not necessarily.

I had stripped for females before. Some were serious and demanding, others were the sweetest creatures. I even enjoyed ladies stripping for me in return.

There is such a thrill in the way a woman reveals herself to you. Her face as she teases you while she peels off her garments. The lust in her eyes as she sees you enjoying what she offers. The sight of you touching yourself as she undresses, the rush you get when she tells you to present your breasts to her...the lovely view of her eyes flickering as she asks you to dip a finger between your folds and present it to her. 

The delight beautifully expressed by the smile at the wet finger and the way she bites her lower lip as she sees you tasting yourself, licking that finger clean without her requesting it. That little show of reciprocity in desire and longing. 


Memoirs Of Visual Delight Ch. 02



Authors Note

Hello everyone!

I must thank you all for the encouragement! I am humbled!

This is the second part of Delight's journey. 

Those of you who have not read part one, I invite you to check my profile page. You will find it under the story/poems tab.

The editing has been made by yours truly, so constructive criticism is welcome.

The story is inspired by true events. Names and characters have been altered for artistic purposes.

All protagonists are 18+.

I look forward to hearing from you! 



II

The small pillow I had over my head when I slept was being removed slowly. Andrea, my flat mate, was tapping her left foot on the wooden floor. I've grown up to the idea that the top pillow would block the noises while my head would be sandwiched in between. I would instantly wake up when the pillow would be taken away by someone. I was a light-sleeper, with some odd habits. 

"You told me to wake you up. I have to get to work in one hour. Come on, I made you coffee!"

She didn't say a single word after that. That was very unlike her. She followed me into the bathroom we shared. Her curious eyes met mine as I stopped my lazy re-start routine, which only meant washing my face and brushing my teeth. I would actually be able to function after three sips of a strong black coffee and two puffs out of a menthol. 

I was furiously brushing my teeth when she finally spoke: "You went to sleep around 8 AM this morning, right?" 

"I suppose... I didn't check the time." I replied arching my eyebrow in the process.

"Well, I don't even know how to ask, but... Are you okay? Look, I know you're private about most of the things; I don't want to pressure you or anything. I was just worried."

She actually looked concerned, but there was more behind that question. Andrea was the expressive type. One could see everything written on her pretty, little, doll face. You only needed to have a proper look at her when she spoke. She was always thoughtful and kind. It killed me to see her so miserable.

"No, hon. Did I do something wrong? I don't remember. What is it?" I cleaned my toothbrush, tapped it twice on the faucet to get the excess water off, and then placed it back in its stand. My eyes never left hers. She gazed through me for a few seconds.

"Let's talk in the kitchen. I need a fag anyway." She turned on her heels and rushed out of the bathroom.

I tried to reflect on what I did after the long night I spent online. I remembered searching for some reading material. I had panicked after the disturbing private chat ended. I had tried to focus and figure out why that guy would want to pay so much for a picture of the face behind Delight. 

I remembered the fact that I had printed something about mind control, and started reading while lying in bed. Then I must have fallen asleep. 

I dismissed the questions that went on in my mind. The creepy stalker had to remain on hold. Andrea was waiting for me.

She was having a long drag out of her cig when I came into the kitchen. I sat on the chair next to her and took a sip of coffee.

"What's wrong, love? You're acting strange, today." I asked as the lighter was firing up my cigarette. 

She stared into space, not looking at me while I took two other drags. This had to be serious. I tried not to rush her.

"You were screaming... You had a nasty nightmare. I held you until you fell back asleep mumbling something about being seen." She paused. I was paralyzed completely, focused on her expressions, waiting for her to go on. 

"Look, if you need help, I can talk to someone for you. Someone discreet, she's a close friend." 

Well, that, I was not expecting! 

"Andrea, I am so sorry! I don't know what to say." I reached to caress her arm. 

I am not the affectionate type. I don't do hugs and stuff like that, but she was really shaken! It was the only thing I could think of.

I looked straight into her eyes, told her to calm down and handed her the water bottle we had on the table in front of us. After a few sips, her breathing came down a pace- enough to be able to carry on.

"Oh, Ally! You scared the hell out of me! You were shaking and crying, you kept on saying that you didn't want to be seen, that you hated what could be seen!"

"For fucks sake! I don't know what to say! I don't remember anything! Please, please forgive me!"

I told Andrea about the creepy guy that scared the hell out of me. I could only assume that it had affected me more than I cared to admit. She seemed to process all the information as she would check her back-pack for her uniform and some snacks, making sure she had everything.

"Do you think it's someone who may know you?" She spoke idly, as she was searching through her bag.

"I have no idea, hon. I'll just avoid being online, for some time. Until I figure things out. " I shrugged, faking a casual reaction so she wouldn't worry.

I grabbed two lighters out of my bag and handed them to her. She always lost her lighters. Oddly enough, I was the one that ended up with allot of them from parties or the occasional get- together. 

We were a perfect match, Andrea and I. We both knew it, the day she came to class and asked if someone was looking for a roommate. We found the apartment in 5 days. I was surprised how fast she had managed all things. She had help from the restaurant she waited for. Those guys had a number for everything. I mean it, everything! Andrea is really friendly and she actually sees the good in everybody. People can't resist her cute face. She would put on this wounded deer look... you just couldn't stop yourself from doing anything to help her. Then, if you said yes, she'd squeeze you so hard, blurting millions of thanks per second. 

She was the only touchy person I could actually accept around me. A very honest soul, with emerald green eyes that looked as if they smiled all the time, a pouty mouth that could get her out of all sorts of trouble. A slim waist would emphasise those plump cheeks I always admired, and if you ever ended up staring at her ass up close, while she bent over, to grab something off the floor... you'd lay in a daze. 

I had that view to myself day and night. In essence, she was really open about most things, and you couldn't ever be bored around her. But I only saw her with men, which was a shame. 

When I came clean with the video-chat job I had at the studio, I knew she wouldn't question my choices. She even helped when I left, and decided to start on my own. 

That evening, back in the kitchen, I was trying to put things back together. Andrea had left for work in a rush. She managed to smile, as she was going out the door- that was a good sign.

to think about the peculiar private chat, I printed off the disturbing conversation and the member's details. He hadn't put in any revealing information in his bio, except for the fact that he was a male. He had the Top Member status. This meant that he was quite a spender.

I went through the text, did my best to remember each of my reactions and made some notes- so I wouldn't forget. 

By midnight, I managed to go through some essays on power of suggestion, ways of interpreting face expressions correctly and social behaviour.

I lit another cigarette and sighed as triumph was plastered on my face. 

The title: 'Sociopaths- A guide on how to spot and manage.' was displayed on the laptop screen.

It all started making sense as I went on reading. The need to control all aspects- check! Ability to anticipate others' reactions- check! Persuasive as well as manipulative- spot on!

This guy sure as hell made an effort to see through me. Well, if he was doing his magic so he would possess me in the end... I was ready to put up a good fight and drain his account, in the process!

What is it with men and the need to control everything? Especially their women?

A line from one of his replies stood up as I was folding everything back: "You've been here all night."

My room was carefully set up so members can't figure out what time it was. I figured he knew the time at my place or stated his. The later was worse! If this guy was in my time zone, that would make things really bad. I made a note in a file I had set up for his member's notes. I had to find out!

I used to keep track of all the members that had visited me. This was to avoid confusion when they were to come back, also a good method of making them believe they had made an impression. It was a very useful tool. Each member had a few paragraphs with distinctive details- the psycho had a novel!

The sound of the front door, opening and closing, interrupted my thoughts. Footsteps followed- two sets. Andrea had company. Giggles and thumps filled the hallway- another one-night stand. 

"Lucky little slut!" I mumbled to myself, and then left to my room.

Our bedrooms shared a thin wall and I was about to hear the two having at it in full blast. Andrea is a screamer, you see. It then dawned on me... why not see the good part? I didn't need to watch any porn, while I used my body-wand and listened.

I closed the door behind me, slowly, so they wouldn't hear me. Andrea was moaning softly... that meant one thing only- the guy liked to go down on his ladies. My pussy twitched at the thought of barging in and taking Andrea's place. Oh, how I missed being touched by a hot pair of lips that would tease my folds, breathing gently on the hood of my clit, while the tongue would graze at the entrance, increasing my anticipation, making me squirm.

My breathing started to change pace as the thought of that tongue tracing lines from the underside, back and forth. Warm lips would then flick along the labia, then graze upwards-downwards-sideways, repeatedly. 

An agonising pause would be followed by a swift sucking of the clitoral hood, increasing pressure by each moan that followed. Oh, how that would cause little spasms as a finger would apply pressure at the entrance of my inner folds. I missed that... so much!

Andrea's moans filled my ears as I would remove my T-shirt and leggings. I was soaking already! 

I stood, facing the bed... my hands started outlining my neckline... gentle caresses woke my senses as I closed my eyes, imagining how determined, manly fingers would start drawing circles around my nipples. The soft pink nubs stood for attention, begging to be pampered. My forefinger and thumb tweaked at the pointy buds. Ripples of pleasure flowed through me, rushing towards my sensitive clit, spiralling through. The tension was building up rapidly, taking over.

Andrea's cries were far more audible now... The guy was doing a very good job.

"You are not allowed to come yet, slut!" thundered from her room, straight into the back of my mind. 

Uh-oh! Andrea liked orgasm denial or whatever you call that... It was new to me. I realised it was for her too, because she almost screamed in frustration!

"Get over here, take it... show me how a good slut, sucks cock!" The intimidating voice continued. 

Those words ignited my whole body! My right hand slid straight between my legs, determined to get what Andrea couldn't. My middle finger found the hood of my clit and applied pressure as I squeezed my thighs together, increasing the need, making my head spin. Small gasps escaped my lips as the left hand would pinch my nipple hard. 

Sharp pain would course through my sensitive buds, as my hand would alternate the stimulation. My index and middle finger were now massaging my folds, going up to the hood, tweaking gently in agonizing repetition. My body was in flames! I needed release! I was approaching the edge with a speed I barely controlled.

"Good! Suck that cock, use your tongue... Relax your throat... That's it! Oh, yeah!" His voice sounded so close to my ears... My fingers were furiously rubbing my clit, alternating circles, lines and gentle squeezes... 

"Hold it in! Swallow all of it, little cum slut! Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah!" His guttural groans sent me over the edge! The most powerful orgasm crashed through my whole body! All my muscles shuddered uncontrollably as I would submit to the wonderful sensations, invading my senses. My chest was heaving; my legs were shaking as I lost balance and crashed on the bed, mind in a daze, body spent- the widest smile on my face. 

I have to admit, to this day, the memory of that evening, makes me weak at the knees. My thighs press instinctively. It was my first time, doing that. That thrill! Wooh! Let me fan my face, a little!

A scream woke me up with a jolt. I tried to find the source, slowly waking up. Andrea was definitely coming hard! The headboard was slamming in the wall, grunts and screams filled my ears. I checked my phone for the time. It was only 7 AM. These early fuck birds were too loud, for me to go back to sleep.

I had class in two hours, so I decided to get ready. My mom called as I was heading to the bathroom.

We spoke for a good fifteen minutes, well, mom spoke and I listened. She made updates, mostly. When she asked about my new job, I told her the staff was helpful, that I had very good pay and how lucky I was to get the position. I never bothered to get into more detail, whenever mom would bring up the job. She did most of the talking for me, anyway. Also, in all fairness, I didn't actually lie about the staff or the pay.

The studio owners, where I previously worked, were an American couple. They started the business in a one bedroom flat, with a 10 quid webcam. They now had three massive 4 bedroom houses, which they owned actually; and each girl they had working for them, would be trained to generate massive income.

Both Alicia and Josh were down to earth, professional and lots of fun when the cameras were turned off. Alicia's office had a wall made out of screens, each showing all the performers that worked for them. She was in charge of the girls, while Josh was taking care of the tech team and other things.

Most of the girls at the studio I was located, were foreigners. There were four Eastern European beauties with impeccable English, and seduction skills that could turn each man into their own puppet. 

One of the girls was studying Modern Art at the same uni I was. We became rather close, after we met in the nearby coffee shop. She was a free spirit, always looking for new thrills, she would later use as inspiration for her paintings. I remember a self portrait she told me she made while on some hallucinogen- an abstract puzzle, made out of various sets of eyes, twisted chess boards, and what looked like twigs with thorns. The finished piece was stunning, but if you focused on each detail, you'd think it was a little disturbing!

I remember she told me about web chatting, when we were doing tequila shots at her place. Her excitement and the way she presented the whole experience was so appealing, but what really made me go for it was the pay.

All the time I worked at the studio, the performers there made sure I was up to speed with everything and we would often meet for drinks on Friday nights, until I left. They never called afterwards. Honestly, I couldn't be bothered to call, either. 

What made me leave? 

Well, first there was the schedule. I couldn't cope with the 10 hour night shifts. There was no time for myself, really and I wanted to get my degree and actually achieve something. I know, I didn't make the best choices back then. But I always had luck on my side. You'll agree once I'm done with my story.

The studio was amazing, I give you that. The pay was allot better, compared to what I would earn on my own. But I have to be honest; I had the feeling that video chatting was not the main occupation there.

I had heard Josh and Alicia arguing, several times. Words like services, clients and clubs were the main focus of their tensions. I was afraid to be dragged along. I knew that once a girl would go down that path, she had little chance of going out of it.

Avoiding all the hints was my main occupation, when we would all gather in the main sitting room. Alicia had a habit of telling stories about the parties they would go to, the fun they had and the money that would come out of it. Right, people made big money while out partying- a little dancing and teasing only- of course!

You see, for someone like Alicia, lying was a way of life. It came naturally to her. But I could read her body language and her persuasive demeanour just couldn't work with me. 

Yes, I can be a party pooper. I call on people's bluff. It's not easy to get by when you're detail focused and able to see when people are lying. Especially when people lie to your face and everybody else falls for it. You'd instantly want to prove them wrong. Somehow, I had the feeling Alicia wouldn't stand me being honest, so I kept my mouth shut every time. 

I still remember Alicia's face dropping on her keyboard when I broke the news about leaving. Her porcelain smile broke instantly, and turned into fury. She knew she couldn't force me to stay, but the urge to do just that was written all over her face. I left with my head up high.

After three weeks of research, I had come up with a plan to start on my own. The internet was my guide in finding ways of transforming my appearance. I managed to set up a master account on the cam website. It turned out to be easier than what Alicia and Josh would tell everyone.

Then, Andrea showed up to class one day, we moved in together and it all fell into place after that.

Andrea's giggles brought me back to reality. She had entered the bathroom and started telling me something about her shift at work. I half listened to her while drying out my hair. She then jumped in the shower and I went to have some breakfast.

Soon after, a polished and glowing Andrea joined me in the kitchen. She had a slightly different air about her.

That fella must have made an impact on her, she looked like she was on cloud nine. I poured some coffee for her as well and waited patiently for her to sit, sip and light a cig. It was her gossip mode routine. 

"So, did you get some sleep last night?" She grinned as her nostrils flared, while she exhaled the smoke.

"As a matter of fact, I did." I teased, looking back at her with a straight face. 

"I'm so glad. I was worried the noises kept you up." 

"Noises? What noises?" I shrugged.

"Oh bloody hell, Ally! You're saying you didn't hear anything last night?" She displayed that annoyed look she gets when she wants you to ask her- she was dying to give away the dirty details.

"Okay, who was it this time?" I pinched her nose slightly. 

"Ha! Funny!" She paused to stick out her tongue, and then went on. 

"So I'm starting my shift, nothing special. Then this guy walks in, gets one of the tables I am assigned to and starts reading something. I swear, he was so hot and intimidating at the same time, I mean, wow- dark navy tailored suit, white shirt, no tie... slightly tanned, brown hair and grey-blue eyes." She sighed. 

"He's so dreamy... I stuttered when he gave me his order. He only had the cheese selection; I think... well, I don't remember that part, I was too lost."

She did look quite affected by this guy. She had allot of one night stands, but she never spoke in so much detail about any of them. My Andrea was smitten. I grinned while she went on.

"He had this look about him. He was nice and a little flirty too, but not in an obvious way, you know?" She paused to collect herself. This was hard for her, he did affect her, big time!

"He didn't ask for my number or anything like that. So you can imagine, I was a bit disappointed. But he bloody waited for my shift to end and there he was, in front of the restaurant, looking all hot and smiling at me!"... 

She told me they went for a walk in the city centre, talked about this and that and he offered to drive her home. Then while in the car, in front of the apartment building, one thing lead to another... to her room, mostly.




Memoirs Of Visual Delight Ch. 02



"So we were making out, right... Then, he made me lay on the bed, and told me to spread my legs... I mean, really spread my legs! He stood there and just looked at my pussy... it was as if he was bloody worshiping it, or something! He took his time, he teased the hell out of me! He kissed and bit my skin slowly, starting from my neck, then my breasts- he spent more time on there! Ha-ha! Then he went down and settled between my legs! I swear, Ally, he had this look in his eyes... it was like he told me to stand still, without saying a word! You know that I would have been over and done by then, if it were with the other guys, but he was doing things I only read about... Let me get some water." 

I always listened to her talking about her sexual encounters. We were open about this kind of stuff. She knew I used to ask her for advice on how to expose myself and what looked good or not on camera. She had far more experience with men, than I ever did.

"Right! Where was I? Oh, the moment he looked straight at me. Ally, I connected to him, I felt so overwhelmed! I mean, it was as if he had hypnotised me or something. He was definitely in charge! And when he took my pussy and ate me out...fuck me! He was amazing! I mean fucking amazing! Damn it, I'm getting all hot and bothered only thinking about it!" And she definitely, was. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips turned red from all her nervous biting and she was moving in the chair... oh, I knew those signs, so well!

"He had different moves. I've never had a guy eat me out that way. I mean, I was on fire! I have no idea what he did to me!" She paused when I giggled.

"Hon, I think it's still called eating pussy the right way... He must practice it allot, then. Ha-ha!"... I barely managed to hold my laugh. She was so embarrassed! 

"How old is he?" 

"I think he's 28 or 29, I'm not sure. He told me but I forgot." She blushed profusely.

"I can imagine, you'd get some memory loss from all that fucking! Ha-ha! He fucked you into oblivion!"

We both laughed for some time, and then she told me he stopped all of a sudden, right before she could cum- that detail... I knew it already, but couldn't tell her. I was not sure she would take it well, since they were to keep in touch, so I kept it to myself.

"So he grabs my hair, with one hand, and he bloody puts the tip of his cock on my lips, and then tells me to suck it! He said some nasty things, but that turned me on! Massive turn on, I mean, I opened my mouth and just let him fuck my face! Ally, I've never done this before, but it felt amazing! I was already worked up, he didn't let me cum and he fucked my face till he came! In my mouth- actually, my throat. He went deeper than any guy I sucked so far... Oh shit, we're gonna be late for class!" I looked at the clock and she was right. I sighed and she promised to let me in on the details when we'd be back from class.

We had a mutual understanding- it all stayed between the walls of the apartment. She never spoke about this stuff in public. 

While Andrea drove and went on about a new waitress that came in the other day at work, I thought about how the two of them fucked- the sounds, the way she moaned... The dirty talk... The guy's grunts as he came. I loved the way he fucked her. It wasn't tame and cute, it was primal, full force! I realised that was something worth trying at least once.

One regular member had this bondage fantasy, where he would tie the woman up in ropes, spread eagle and then tormented her. I would act on his instructions and try help him live out his kink. 

It was kind of hard to act on this type of fantasy while I had to use the toys as well, so I tried my best to make it work for him. He was always pleased with my performance and kept coming back for more. I enjoyed the fantasy itself and acting on it while being watched, but I never imagined this could be so intense, in real life.

Truthfully, dear readers, on camera, you use your imagination 50% of the time. The rest is experience with the angles and practice, mostly. Your eyes never leave the screen, because most of the members either type or want you to watch them as they cum. Customer satisfaction standards really matter in this world too...funny, huh?

Mainly, if you look at it, as a performer, you are selling a fantasy. Men imagine you being there with them, servicing them, pleasing them. I really enjoyed the latter. I would always get a kick out of watching men's expressions the minute they were close. Not necessarily the distorted grimace, as they came- the expression before that. The minute they surrendered to it and stopped holding back. 

While remembering the bondage fantasy private chat, I made a reminder on my phone- "Two-Way audio!" I would be trying that after the holidays. 

Oh, that is a feature performers can provide. If the member wishes to be heard as well in private, it can happen- for a fee, of course.

The class was doomed. The professor was not able to keep the lecture, so we had to listen to his clumsy assistant. She had an insipid air about her, in my opinion. I could look through her and just see the wall behind her. If this woman had any femininity, whatsoever, she was doing the best job at concealing it. She made Human Rights Law sound painfully boring, while she went through the Professor's notes.

After the dreadful class, Andrea and I barely dragged our feet to the coffee shop where we met some of our colleagues and decided to skip the next two classes. We were all leaving home for the holidays, so proper good bye over a long gossip was in order.

We spent the afternoon with the girls, and then, as the dark descended, we went shopping for some lingerie for Andrea. She chose a skimpy lace teddy which, she said, she had to have. That was code for she will never have the courage to wear it, but it looked sexy. I flirted with the idea of buying a fishnet full body suit but changed my mind when I remembered my mom's turkey and the loads of goodies I would be indulging in.

I settled for an under bust corset that had the simplest detailing. It was a front lace up and zipped back. It worked with all my online outfits and it was on sale- I think the sale tag won me over, at the end.

The evening went on in Andrea's room, where I listened to her going on with her story, as she packed her bag. She was done within the hour. She's that well organised. I for one, had nothing prepared, as usual. But she was kind enough to help me, so we went on with our chat, in my room.

She confided in me completely. The guy had told her, he would never visit her if someone could see his face. I found that particularly odd, but she told me, she thought he was married, so I didn't ask for more detail about him. She was already hooked and it wouldn't end well for them. I decided to sit and listen, avoiding any encouragement on the matter. 

It was still early, so we decided to have a little fun before the both of us would go home for the holidays.

We knew, Alex, our next door neighbour was home- his full base surround system gave him away. A short text and half an hour later, he was in with the goodies. He whipped up some fancy cocktails, and after some Blue Lagoons, we danced like no one was watching- Alex had suggested that. It was so liberating! None of our moves had anything to do with dancing whatsoever!

Truth or dare followed as we were cooling down. Alex confessed to have been kissed by a guy friend of his, and admitted to have been too scared to face the poor lad, for two weeks after. 

Andrea told us about the crush she used to have on a girl, who went to the same school when she was 17. She was all red when she spoke about it- the awkwardness on her face, as she was telling us about their make-out sessions, was priceless.

At one point later in the night, Alex hinted towards the way I looked at Andrea's ass whenever she turned around and I denied everything. They both made fun of me and Andrea started showing off her ass bending over. I got furious. They both knew I had only kissed girls before and I was uncomfortable in actually admitting that.

To my surprise, Andrea leaned towards me, caressed my jaw line with her hands and placed her soft lips onto mine. I was too stunned to react, but I was immediately caught up in the mixture of her sweet scent, her lips brushing mine softly... A tingling sensation was taking over me as her tongue parted my lips and darted inside my mouth, swirling gently as her hands were now caressing my neck. My tongue met hers in a slow dance that made me lose myself completely as a soft moan escaped my lips. Her taste was spiralling through my senses; my hands met her thighs and caressed her lean muscles, until I cupped her ass cheeks. A little oomph was followed by a light sigh, as our kiss intensified.

"Oh, my god!" Alex's voice interrupted the most intimate kiss I had ever experienced. 

Andrea rose smiling. Her gaze was lustful and her eyes were flickering as she would try to find her composure.

We both met Alex's look of horror. He had realised that it would have gone further if he hadn't spoken.

"Well, I'm an idiot. Don't mind me, ladies. Carry on, I'll be on my way now." He got up and made a step forward, but then Andrea stopped him.

"You can watch, Alex. But you're only gonna watch! No touching yourself or any comments." His jaw was to the floor, his eyes met mine. I shrugged slightly, threw him an 'obey' look, and he complied. He sat back on the sofa, not making a sound, while his eyed widened, as he saw Andrea approaching me.

"Are you okay with this? It won't leave these walls, will it, Alex?" She threw him an inquisitive look.

He nodded enthusiastically. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his arousal obvious.

Andrea then glued my body to hers as our lips met again. She was so soft and gentle; I was in awe with her determination to take things further. I contemplated the thought of telling her I had never gone further with a girl before, besides the occasional making out and slight grinding. Her fervent kiss made my uncertainty dissipate within seconds. She kept her hands on my waist, gripping at it gently as our kiss intensified. Her soft wet lips made me weak at the knees. Her tongue exploring my mouth as she moaned softly felt so velvety and sweet. I indulged in the pleasure coiling at the centre of my chest, warmth spreading through my skin, making my nipples sensitive to the friction caused by her breasts pressing on mine as she went on licking my jaw line, her teeth sinking in the skin on my neck, followed by feathered kisses. She knew what she was doing to me! Her right hand found my breast. She cupped it slightly, keeping still for a second and then went on as my gasps for air would count as permission.

Her lips would rest on my clavicle, followed by a gentle bite as she would trace its line. Her index finger was waking my nipple with little circling motions. She was taking her time in making me go insane.

A deep intake of air followed her tweak at my nipple. I hissed and bit my lower lip, leaning my head back in the process. She motioned me to the sofa facing the one Alex was now squirming. His breathing was audible now.

She kept me standing as she knelt gently to remove my leggings. Her fingers peeled them off along with my lacy panties. I was then exposed to her direct vision. She looked up at me, smiling and licking her lips, and then made me lay on the sofa. She kissed me once more, passionately as her hands found the hemline of my tank top. Her fingers rolled the top upwards, towards my breasts, where they lay for a few seconds and her hands fondled at my globes as her index fingers applied pressure on my nipples.

I was panting, by the time she peeled the top off. I lay there exposed, shaking while our eyes met. She pressed her body onto mine as her lips found my left nipple. Her tongue lapped at the nub which was begging for her attention as my chest heaved. Her teeth grazed it slightly, making it more sensitive, the sensation running down to my clit within seconds. I kept my eyes closed as she was playing with my nipples, taking her time in making me squirm and try to cause a little friction as my hips would rise and fall instinctively.

She then removed her top, exposing her gorgeous breasts. She threw her top back, in Alex's direction, who barely managed to grab it while his eyes were fixed on mine. I was in a daze, consumed by my intense arousal which was now being contemplated by both Andrea and Alex.

"Alex, what do you want Ally to do? Do you want her to touch herself while I play with her nipples?" She was removing her leggings, distracting Alex's gaze, making his eyes widen at the sight of her exposed ass. She then went round the sofa I was laying on, gazed down on me as I met her eyes. My head was leaning back, so she would kiss my lips as her hands grazed my shoulders, reaching down to my breasts.

"Touch yourself... "She whispered in my ear, biting at the lobe.

My right hand met my mound the instant her tongue licked at the base of my neck. I was no longer concerned that Alex was watching me from across the room... Andrea's hands were sending my senses into overdrive, as she would play with my nipples.

Alex was obviously enjoying the view of my body displayed so shamefully, while Andrea's hands were roaming running down from my breasts towards my tensed abdomen. My fingers were urgently sliding on top of my folds, spreading my wetness as I would repeat the movement, in feverish anticipation.

Andrea remained there, bent over the top of the sofa, pampering my breasts and biting my neck softly.

My index finger found my clit and circled the sensitive nub, tension coiling through my lower abdomen.

"Alex, wanna taste Ally's pussy and make her cum?" Andrea asked sheepishly as she was nibbling at my earlobe.

A shaking Alex approached gently, and then sunk to his knees, resting between my legs. He looked up as if asking for my permission. I nodded, lost in ecstasy, removing my fingers, allowing him to send me over the edge.

The tip of his tongue grazed the flesh, from the base, sliding slowly up to the hood of my clit, where it flicked for a few seconds, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His tongue lapped at the folds, repeatedly, concentrating on my clitoris. The swirling effect made my moans louder and louder as Andrea's fingers were tweaking at my nipples.

He parted my pussy lips and slid a finger, starting the 'come here' motion as his lips were sucking greedily at my engorged clit. 

"Come, come for us, Ally!" Andrea's words sent me over the edge and I crashed into million pieces as my screams filled the room. The shockwave hit my body so hard. I was shaking furiously as Alex's lips stayed glued to my pussy, sucking as the aftershocks would make me shudder.

I was barely coming back from my high, ears buzzing, barely able to comprehend Andrea's giggles as she told Alex she would go back to her room and leave us.

I was lying on the sofa in a complete daze, as Alex was bringing my bath robe.

"You were amazing, Ally! Thank you!" He whispered as he rose to leave. I stopped him for a second as I would find my composure.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" I stared at him for a second. 

"I'll be here at 4 PM, to drive you to the airport, remember?" He smiled as I nodded idly.

I couldn't find any words as I walked him out. Before I closed the door, he told me he was sorry that he couldn't see me on Christmas day. That comment made me realise he meant it and somehow I realised he was fond of me. We got along really well. I was always comfortable around him. 

He knew about my 'job' and never said anything about that. He was the one taking care of my tech issues and I trusted him. He made me feel like I could be myself around him.

But, his timing!

I slept unturned that night. The alarm woke me up and finally, the departure day had arrived! 

I had some coffee with Andrea. We were both giddy and sad at the same time. Andrea would go back to France, to visit her family and I was going home, too.

We had never parted since moving in. Once in the hallway, Andrea's eyes got all watery and I hugged her good bye. 

I went back to my room, had a look over the items I needed in handy for the trip and decided to take a shower.

I closed the glass doors of the shower to let the hot water create a little steam inside as I would remove my clothes. Setting the clothes aside, I slipped into the shower, sliding the door behind me as I tiptoed swiftly under the warm stream.

The water ran down my body as I would idly lather my skin. Slow circled motions would pattern my curves as my mind would unfold a new fantasy. I would see myself teased by soft lips dancing on my neck as hands would reach from behind and started dancing slowly on my feverish skin. The hands would trace circles around my breasts... tracing wide patterns decreasing gently as the fingers would close in on my nipples. A gasp would escape my lips as the fingers would pinch gently at first, then increasing the exquisite pressure, closing in to a sweet as well as painful tweaking.

One hand would part from my left nipple, to reach up and with a swift movement; a firm grip would pull my hair back as teeth would sink into the flesh of my neck, followed by tantalising swirls of a soft tongue.

The hand tormenting my nipples in agonising successions would lower its path towards my wanting pussy. The hand would cup my mound, press firmly and a voice would whisper into my ear "I want to make you cum." 

My body shuddered as my hands would replicate the hand movements displaying in my mind. The words would be whispered by Alex's voice... I used his voice in a demanding tone, to emphasise my arousal... and it worked, so well, as I would tease my folds tracing on the underlines of my labia, applying pressure. The urgency of my fingers would spread ripples of pleasure through my entire body, causing it to curl slightly as the tension would build rapidly, bringing me on the edge of an orgasm that would send my senses into overdrive. I would hold in my urge to cross the edge, increasing my desperation for that glorious release. The "cum for me, Ally, cum for me now!" command would be produced by my insatiable mind. The thought itself would make me cross the edge and let my body crash into the most powerful orgasm! The shower walls would reverberate my cries of relief as I would slowly come back from my high!

Although Andrea was in charge of my body the night before, I chose to imagine Alex manhandling me.

I knew he had a dark side. He had an impressive erotica collection, both books and pictorials he would buy from dark fetish photographers.

Imagining him giving the command itself had triggered my orgasm, even though my arousal had reached levels I had never imagined possible. The memory of him between my legs was printed in my mind.

With a long sigh, I let the thoughts go back into their darkness. I stopped the water from running and turned to exit, unaware of the soap that had fallen to the tiles under my feet. My right foot barely touched the bubbly trail, when I lost my balance, while my leg slid in a fraction of a second. Everything went dark after that.

I remembered Alex's voice calling my name, small flashes of light would make me close my eyes, subdued to a sharp pain I felt at the back of my neck.

My gaze met the powerful light on the ceiling. The brightness sent a shockwave of pain through my forehead. It was unbearable so I closed my eyes and dozed off.

A female voice talking about home care woke me up from my slumber. I could hear Alex responding to the female voice. He was telling her he was shocked when he found me lying on the floor, shattered glass all over the bathroom floor. I struggled to open my mouth but no words were formed. I couldn't stand the pain in the back of my neck...




Memoirs Of Visual Delight Ch. 02



Small clicking sounds woke me. I struggled to open my eyes, the pain was still sharp but I could manage to keep my eyes open this time. A smiling face met my gaze. A woman in hospital attire was approaching me. I was in a laying position.

"Hyia love, you alright? How is your neck? Can you try to sit for me please?" Her voice was calm and she moved her left hand towards me, slid it under the pillow my head was resting on.

I used my elbows for leverage while she was looking over me. Her eyes were locked on my every move.

"Where am I? Is this a hospital?" I barely managed to produce the questions as I was trying to sit.

"Yes, dear. My name is Ashleigh. Do you remember what happened?" She took a step back after placing the pillow behind my back, for me to be able to lean on, as I sat.

"I don't know... I remember getting ready for my flight. I took a shower... but it all gets blank after that."

"What time is it? I need to catch my flight! I have to go home!" 

Her hand held mine and she showed a slight concerned grimace, then resumed.

"Love, I need you to be calm. Please take deep breaths. Good."... "You had a little accident at home 2 days ago. You slipped in the shower and you were found unconscious. Your boyfriend called an ambulance and you were brought here. Relax! You only suffered a concussion and a sprained ankle. You will be all right." She checked her clip on watch, then smiled.

"Your boyfriend should be here soon. He didn't leave your side until we begged him to go home and get some rest. He is the one who found you and then called the ambulance. I will check on you in about ten minutes. If you need help, use this button and a nurse will come in. See you in a bit." She then exited the room and left me with my thoughts.

"Boyfriend, ambulance, unconscious? Two days?" I was thinking out loud, trying to put things together.

Alex walked in and his face lit up when his eyes met mine.

"You're up! Hey, you! You gave us quite a scare there!" He approached the bed and leaned in to gently kiss my temple. A sharp pain made me stiffen a bit.

He drew back and apologised.

"No, Alex. It's the head. I have this nagging pain. What happened? Do my parents know about this?"

"Yes, they do. They spoke to the doctor and he explained you needed bed rest. I offered to look after you. How do you feel?" His eyes were warm and his face showed genuine concern. 

"I'm okay, I guess. Except for the pain. It's bearable, but still... Tell me what happened, please!" 

He reached out for my hand and held it while he spoke. I focused on his eyes- so warm.

"Ally, the day you were leaving, I knocked on the door but there was no answer so I came in like you told me to. I couldn't find you in your room, nor Andreas'. Then I went into the bathroom. I found you lying on the broken glass! Ally, I was so scared! You were breathing but you wouldn't wake up! I then saw blood at the back of your head. You must have hit the shower seat somehow and fell. I then called for the ambulance and they took you in. They said you suffered a concussion and that your left ankle was sprained. I called your mum and told her about it. I'm sorry, maybe you didn't want her to know, but the doctor asked for a relative and I wasn't allowed to see you. I... Oh, Ally!" His eyes spoke more than he did. I saw his fear and concern. He was genuinely scared. His hands were shaking but he didn't let go of my hand. He showed he cared... allot. 

He went on and told me that my parents had called my uncle and he came to the hospital. The doctor had informed them that I needed bed-rest and supervision for the following two weeks while my head would heal. It was mostly precaution but I needed to be assisted to avoid any more accidents.

Alex offered to take care of me for that period of time. Andrea already agreed to him moving in, if it was necessary. 

My uncle visited briefly before going to the airport. He was relieved to see I had help. He was flying back home to see the family so he took it upon himself to explain why I would not be there for the holidays. 

He hugged and kissed me, gave me all his assistant's details so I would have someone to call when I needed help while Alex was out.

Alex had handed me my beauty bag when he left. He made me smile when he told me I didn't need it to be beautiful. He was so kind to me. He had always been, I just didn't see it until then.

I opened the bag to find the mirror. My face was a little swollen and my eyes were slightly puffy. I looked like a train hit me in full force, or at least felt like that. The face staring back at me showed fear and remorse.

Then the line appeared on the back of my mind. The red background and the white text: "Think of me when you look at yourself in the mirror."

The mirror flew to the wall in an instant! It bounced to the floor with a loud protesting sound.

The private chat incident came back to me in full force. I couldn't focus on something else as I would remember how that person made me think he could see through me. He affected my judgement ever since. 

A familiar scent filled my nostrils and immediately interrupted my train of thoughts.

Alicia was standing in the doorway, looking back at me with an expression in her eyes that instantly made me freeze. A vile smile lingered on her face as she slowly approached my hospital bed. 

The fact that she was there only meant one thing and that thought sent a chill down my spine.

"Hello Ally, or should I say... Delight! I hear you go about many names these days." She had triumph in her eyes. She knew I had started on my own. She handed me an envelope, without saying a word.

My hands were shaking furiously as I was trying to take out the contents. Just as I would extract the piece of paper that was enclosed, she went to the door, closed it in a swift motion and returned next to my bed, keeping eye contact in the process.

The image displayed on the paper made me gasp in horror. It was a low resolution picture of the snapshot that the stalker had taken!

Realisation hit- that stalker knew me in real life, knew who I had worked for!

"Yeah, well I had the same reaction when it arrived at my place, this morning. Help me understand something Ally. When you left, you assured me that you'd be out of this business, for good. Now, this picture, the time-stamp... How do you explain that? I am dying to know!" She paused as she looked at her phone.

"Well, this is to be continued at my office. I have to go now. Make sure to see me after you get released from this place. If you don't find me, I fill find you... But you don't want me to find you, so be a good girl and do the right thing!" She then stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with the picture.




Thank you so much for reading!

Part three will follow in two weeks time.

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Memoirs Of Visual Delight Ch. 03



Authors Note

Hello everyone!

I must thank you all for the encouragement! I am humbled!

This is the last part of Delight's journey. 

Those of you who have not read part one and two; I invite you to check my profile page. You will find it under the story/poems tab.

The editing has been made by yours truly, so constructive criticism is welcome.

The story is inspired by true events. Names and characters have been altered for artistic purposes.

All protagonists are 18+.

Enjoy! 

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The nurse rushed into the room with a worried look and slightly flushed cheeks. Her hair was a little messy and her eyes were slightly red. 

"Love, I am so sorry! I was a little distracted... I had specific instructions not to let anyone in your room, except for your boyfriend and family. I'm so sorry, love!" She was fiddling with my chart, trying to calm down.

"Good news, tomorrow you can go home." She then met my gaze and her eyes stopped on the envelope I was holding.

I was shaken by Alicia's visit, far too dazed to process everything. Nurse Ashleigh asked if I was feeling okay and if I needed anything. It was then, when I exited my trance.

"It's okay, Ashleigh. That woman can sneak her way in and out of everything. She's gone now. Don't worry. So, Alex told you not to let anyone else in? How come?" 

She looked back at me, obviously surprised that I didn't know. She cleared her throat and explained that she didn't have many details. She only remembered seeing Alex and my uncle chatting with a man in a dark suit. She told me that Alex instructed that I would not receive any visits, unless he or my uncle knew about them and told her in advance.

The details she gave me seemed to have nothing to do with my hospital problem. She made everything sound as if my safety was in danger. I then asked why she was crying and she told me about her ex husband, who had left for a younger woman, after 10 years of marriage. I had no words of comfort, but I listened as she would pour her heart out. 

You see, my mom taught me something when I was a little girl. She used to say that everyone has a story and if you listened, you could learn from their good and bad.

Ashleigh had a bad marriage, for one reason only. They both worked too much and just had lost their connection. Instead of finding escape and comfort in each other, they chose different things. Ashleigh's was reading and knitting; he would go out to pubs or get together with the lads. 

I learned that marriage doesn't always work and one can get lonely, even surrounded by family and friends.

Ashleigh was wiping her tears away as she was struggling to calm down. I watched her recollect herself while she was looking at a picture of her daughter. 

Listening to her had calmed my mind and I was actually grateful for the fact that she opened up to me. 

"Ashleigh, listen. I am young and maybe I have no idea of how this will work out for you, but you may want to focus on what you have, rather than what you lost. At the end of the day, it's not your fault he went away. It was his choice. Maybe it's for the best." I meant every word, she may or may not have listened, but she smiled a little and then excused herself.

Later that evening, Alex came in, holding my white stuffed baby seal and my top pillow. Andrea must have told him they would help. Actually, seeing him helped more. He was wearing his black combat trousers, which always made his ass look delicious enough to pinch or spank. His jacket was unzipped so I could see his dark navy T-shirt, which had a tribal style print that spread across his chest. Alex was well built, proud posture, broad shoulders, clear brown eyes and a smile so infectious, you couldn't help but smile back.

His beam was missing that evening; his dark gaze was studying the envelope I had in my hand. He laid my small pillow on the bed and handed me the baby seal. It was so soft, I couldn't help but hug it, letting go of the envelope in the process. I was rubbing my cheeks onto the fluffy surface as he reached for the envelope with an inquisitive look.

"It's okay, you can have a look. It's a long story. The guys I worked for at the studio know that I started on my own." I encouraged him as he was trying to figure out what the envelope enclosed.

"Oh? What the..." He paused as his eyes met the snapshot. "Ally? Who took this shot? Was this while you were online?" He set the envelope aside and drew a small chair next to the bed. He sat and found my gaze, not letting go as I was trying to find my words. I was struggling to decide whether he should find out about the creeper and Alicia's visit.

He stood there patiently and waited for me to talk, not saying a word. He had that type of patience.

"This happened before you came at the apartment and had drinks with me and Andrea, I had been online..." I paused to clear my throat and went on telling him about the creeper and how he got inside my head. I told him everything I could remember. He was sinking in his seat, obviously shocked by what I was telling him. He didn't say a word while I spoke. He waited for me to finish.

"So if this happened online, how come Alicia has a copy? Is this her way of blackmailing you?" He asked calmly, as he was looking my way, but lost in his thoughts.

"This is what I am trying to figure out, Alex. Alicia is too stingy to spend that kind of money, though. It could be someone else. It could also be someone she knew, and owed her money." 

We were both grasping at straws at that point, aware of the fact that none of our suspicions would be confirmed unless confronting Alicia. He decided to spend the night so we could talk, he said. I could see that he knew more than what I had told him.

After he spoke with the nurse and somehow managed to actually make her agree to him spending the night, he came back to my room, holding a blanket. 

"The floor is quiet and no one will know I'm here. I'll sleep on the chair. I don't sleep allot anyway. I just need to be sure you'll be safe until we get you home tomorrow at noon." He sank in his seat, setting the blanket on the bed. He then crossed his arms and frowned as he was lost in thoughts. His forehead tensed for a while, then loosened as he obviously remembered something.

"I have something to give you when we get home. It's addressed to you. Before your uncle left, a man came and asked for you. He said he had something for you to read alone, only when you would arrive home. He told us to make sure you are not left alone until you read that, for your own safety. It's a resolution, he said." His serious look sent shivers down my spine. He went on telling me that the man sounded American and he was cryptic about most things he told them.

"He sounded like he knew allot about you, but he didn't give a name or any information. He said that I need to make sure you read that alone and that you are kept safe until you do." His eyes then sank into the ground as he sighed.

"Ally, I have no idea what to say or do. I almost lost it when I saw you laying there on the bathroom floor. So much has happened and... I...uhm... forget it. We'll talk about that another time. Try to get a little rest." He caressed my hand and held it as he looked into my eyes, seemingly searching for answers to questions he only knew. I reached my other hand to touch his cheek and smiled gently as he leaned towards me and closed his eyes as my fingers would brush along his jaw line.

"We'll be okay, Alex. We have plenty of time to talk, when we get home. Two weeks are more than enough to figure things out." He took a deep breath and visibly calmed as he exhaled. He rose to set my pillow flat, so I could rest my head and be able to fall asleep. He kissed my forehead gently, his lips soothing my frown in the process. He then sat back on the chair and I felt his hand holding mine, thumb caressing idly as I would surrender to a dreamless sleep.

Alex's ringtone woke me next morning. I could hear him flinch and then move rapidly to put the ringer on silent. He cursed through his breath and I smiled as I opened my eyes slowly. I met his warm gaze and reached for his hand, which he had removed from mine as he fiddled with the phone.

His gentle touch brought so much comfort. His index finger was tracing lines along my fingers as he was talking to his caller. It was a colleague in desperate need for help with some research. Alex told him it would have to wait and it would cost him, and then hung up, without waiting for the poor guy's reply.

"Hey, you! Did you manage to get some rest?" He looked so cute with his messy hair and slightly puffy eyes.

"I did. But I guess you didn't. You look tired." 

He rose to set the pillow so I could stand, then sank back in his seat, reaching to the floor and producing a paper cup. The smell of coffee invaded my nostrils within seconds as my eyes grew wide.

"Oh, no! This is for me. You're not allowed to have any coffee for two weeks. Doctor's orders." His grin made me furious.

"One sip! That's all I need. Please!" I begged reaching out my hand.

"Na-ah! Mine... all mine."

"Meany!" I displayed the sad puppy face Andrea would show every time she needed something. Alex was not fooled. He took two sips out of the cup, and then placed it back on the floor next to his chair.

"I'll make sure you do as you're told, hon. Trust me, begging won't work." His eyes were flickering when he whispered those words. My surprise was visible; he then grinned and changed the subject. 

"It's almost time to leave, hon. You had a long sleep. It's almost noon." He checked his watch and rose to get all my things and chuck them in the duffle bag he had brought the night before.

"Alex, do you have that envelope the guy gave you? I am dying to see what is inside. I can't wait to read it at home. Can you please hand it over?"

Memories of our talk were filling my mind. I wanted to look for answers, for clues, anything that I could use when I would visit Alicia.

The thought of being alone in a room with her scared me to death. I was haunted by the look she had in her eyes, as she told me I had to meet her. I knew it wouldn't end well for me. She could have me exposed within seconds. All over the social media! My family would find out, my friends, the university!

I had to do something! I was petrified by the thought of having to face all the consequences. 

"Ally!" Alex's voice thundered in my ears.

"Come back to me, hon! You're not alone in this. I'll help as much as I can. You won't go alone to see that bitch! No matter how much she moans about it. I won't leave your side! You can be sure of that!" His eyes were dark and his determined look made me stop thinking about anything else.

"The folder is at home, I left it on your desk before coming here last night. That guy made a point when he told me you need to be home when you read it. I'm telling you, he definitely knew you."

"But I don't know any Americans in suits here. Except for Josh- Alicia's partner. But it can't be him. Josh is Alicia's boy toy, she plays him like a puppet. I can't think of anybody else." I winced as I tried to move on the bed so I could get on my feet and put on some clothes. Alex's hand darted in my direction, holding my arm.

He made sure I could stand as he went behind me so he could open the gown covering my naked form and let it pool at my feet. For a second, his breath stopped and I felt his eyes gliding along the curb of my back, landing on my bare ass cheeks. I got an instant thrill, knowing that my naked body was displayed before him. I didn't interrupt his moment, his breathing was giving away his excitement as I arched my back slightly, exposing my bottom more. 

"Tease!" He whispered as his index finger met the skin at the back of my neck. I shivered slightly at the touch, and then allowed my senses to sharpen as I would close my eyes. The finger traced down my spine, raising goose bumps along the way, moving slowly as I would focus on the sounds he made. 

He definitely enjoyed the reaction I had as his finger drew circles on my bare ass. He stopped the ministrations as I pushed further, inviting his touch to reach my folds. 

The thought of him admiring my body, with such patience, was thrilling. I was enjoying the way I exposed myself for him, without question. The circling motion stopped and his finger grazed down my puckered hole, then he removed his finger right before it reached my wet folds.

I was so lost in the pleasure he was spreading through my whole body. My little sigh of protest was rewarded with a little slap on my right ass cheek. I opened my eyes in surprise, to meet his as he was closing the drape so we wouldn't be disturbed. He grinned as he sat on the chair.

"You know I love watching, don't you?" 

"I might have caught up on that part a little while back." I smiled, as my eyes met the bulge in his trousers. 

"Someone is trying to get out into the light, you know..."

"He likes to be teased a bit before he comes out... would you... do that for him?" His eyes flickered as he bit his lower lip, admiring my exposed breasts. I closed my eyes as my fingers were caressing the skin of my neck, lowering gently towards my breasts. Te trill of him being there, watching me... actually watching me, the sound of his breathing, the arousal the touch of his finger woke inside me- all combined into a rush I had never felt and I was amazed of how my body reacted.

My hands cupped my breasts, as my index fingers touched the nipples, making them stand for attention.

"Oh god, Ally. Don't stop, I know you're dying to touch! Play with yourself for me. My god, you are amazing... Let your hand slide down to your pussy... Show me, Ally... Show me how much you like playing with your pussy." His voice was so seductive, I couldn't help myself but do as he asked. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make myself cum for him.

My hand slid down to meet my pussy. I ran a finger along the folds, shivering as I would hear Alex's breath change pace. The wet finger then met my lips as I tasted my juices, opening my eyes, looking straight into his as I licked my finger clean.

"Oh fuck! Don't stop... you're going to make me cum only by watching you!" He teased. "I've fantasised about this so many times, Ally. I've seen you naked in my mind, so many times... Now this is really happening! Oh, fuck! Don't stop, yes, that's it, rub your clit for me, I want to see you cum for me, Ally, I want to see your body letting go, that's it, yeah... imagine that is my tongue... imagine me between those legs, drinking your juices, sucking on your clit...oh yes! Look at me, Ally... I want to see you as you edge... come on, give it to me! Give me your orgasm, Ally!"

My fingers started rubbing frantically, his words made me lose control over my hands, and they would do as told, as he instructed me to... I pinched my nipple hard as I looked into his eyes, playing with my sensitive knob, gasping for air. The tension grew stronger and stronger. The second I heard his voice asking for my orgasm, I could no longer stay on the peak and I crashed into pieces, shuddering, barely able to control my cries as the intense orgasm flooded my whole being.

I woke up in Alex's arms. I was standing in a kneeling position, his arms holding me in place so I wouldn't land straight on the cold floor. He kept me close as I came back from the high, gently caressing my back with his fingers.

"Are you okay? Can you try to stand?" He whispered gently in my ear, not letting go of my limp form.

"Uhm... Please help, my ankle..." My voice was barely audible. 

He held me with one hand and he used the other for leverage. I was weightless in his arms. He held me like a feather until I opened my eyes, looking up at him. His warm smile and gorgeous eyes met my gaze. He had a glow about him. I felt so safe in his arms. 

My lips reached to meet his, tentatively. 

"Finally..." He murmured and then kissed my lips with the softest touch. 

Yes, dearest readers, our first kiss was amazing, so soft, so passionate! Wooh! I still get goose-bumps! 

Okay moving on...

Alex helped me put a pair of leggings on, a simple blue tunic dress, a pair of comfy boots and my warm coat.

While in the car, I leaned on the head rest and hissed as the pain at the back hit in full force.

"Now I can be sure you're officially down from your high. We're not far from home, I'll give you the painkiller as soon as we are in."

"Oh, okay. Purrfect." I emphasised the purr to tease him.

"Mmm, Ally! You are amazing! Fuck, look... only thinking about it makes my cock rock hard."

I immediately looked at his crotch, he was not lying. His cock was fighting to come out, threatening to rip at his pants. I reached my left arm to caress him, in an attempt to tame him, well... the opposite effect, actually. His cock twitched slightly at my touch. I was impressed.

"Uhm...did you... uhm... touch?" I cleared my throat. "Did you cum? I know I blacked out. I never came so hard in my life!"

"No, I was focusing on you. Damn it woman, you are stunning when you play! I couldn't take my eyes off you! Plus, you almost collapsed to the floor; I had to make sure you wouldn't fall."

"Oh... well... I am not that well now, but we have to take care of that." I smiled.

"Don't worry about that. I am not complaining at all." He checked the rear-view mirror for the 40th time.

"We are okay, Alex. No one is following us."

"I'd rather be sure. I'll feel better once we are home." He smiled briefly and watched the road in silence.

We arrived in the parking lot in a matter of minutes. Alex told me to stay in the car as he would take everything out so we could go up to the apartment. He was really tense when he opened the door for me.

He kept looking around as we approached the stairs. Once inside the apartment, he took a deep breath and let the bag fall to the ground. He grabbed me by my waist, lifted me up so I could cross my legs around him and kissed me with an urgency that sent signals through my core instantly.

He glued my back to the wall in a swift motion and grabbed my ass in the process, pressing his erection between my legs, the friction making me gasp with each movement. He knelt on the floor, keeping me glued to his crotch.

"Grind on me, Ally. Tease me, baby!" His whispered pleas triggered my need as he bit on my neck. My hips started moving on top of his bulge. His hands found my nipples and teased gently, increasing my desperation to feel him inside me.

"I can't take it... Fuck...ah...fuck me!" I heard my voice saying those words. The raw emotion, the need to be impaled and fucked hard! I've never had that with anyone! I was amazed of how it felt. The intensity itself was taking over my mind.

I could no longer think clearly. My hand reached between us and tugged at his trousers, desperately trying to take him out and beg him to fuck me senseless right there, in the hall way... on the floor, back against the wall, straddling him. 

He leaned back, so I could remain on top and helped me with the fastening. My fingers were too shaky to be able to perform the task myself. I sighed in relief when I could grab his shaft and pull it out so I could tease it with my mouth.

I got comfortable, kneeling between his now naked legs. He was breathing heavily, keeping his torso up, levelled by his elbows. The sharp pain in my ankle was now a distant memory as well as the back of my neck.

I was desperate to have his cock inside me! 

My hand moved slowly along his inner thigh, grazing the skin with my nails as I would look straight into his eyes. My index finger drew a line along his shaft, from the base to the tip, where I dipped my fingertip in the pre-cum beading from the purple head. Twitching under my touch, I slid my now wet finger along the length, smearing slightly until I reached the base. One firm grip and the head met my lips. I snaked my tongue along the sensitive edge, causing his head to tilt back.




Memoirs Of Visual Delight Ch. 03



"Fuck! Ally! You're killing me! Suck it, baby! Play with it just how you like it!"

My lips enveloped the tip, tongue swirling in the process. I let it slide in my mouth, sucking slightly. His elbows gave in and his back met the floor, giving into the sensation my mouth was causing. 

His gasps and moans increased and filled my ears, making me move faster, sliding in and out of my mouth, hungrily licking and sucking at the shaft as it disappeared in the depths of my opening and throat.

Uhm...yeah...well... you kind of learn allot of things while performing the task on a dildo, creating a POV scene on cam. The practice came in very useful, especially in that moment, when I was actually enjoying everything.

His grunts became more audible as my hand was now playing with his ball sack. He rose to have a good look and met my gaze.

"Ally! I'm going to cum if you don't stop and I want your pussy so badly!"

"Mh..." I went on sucking him for a little longer, until his hand grabbed my hair and pulled me up, a loud pop sound filled the hallway as my lips left the velvety tip.

"Give me your pussy, now!" He was so fucking hot while he said those words; I immediately straddled him and let him guide the tip of his cock towards my entrance. He teased my folds with the tip, slowly inserting the tip inside with a slight hiss, then out as his other hand dug into the skin of my thigh every time the tip would reach inside.

"Please, Alex... please! Put it in! I need you inside me! Please!" Desperation was now obvious. It was all it took for him to oblige. With a powerful thrust, he impaled me! I sighed loudly, as if fulfilled. I started slowly sliding up and down, his hands holding me steady. The feeling of his cock deed inside me took me over the edge! I came hard! Powerfully! Screaming!

He didn't stop, he went on pounding my pussy, causing another orgasm to crash through me as my head fell back in ecstasy. His grunts gave away the fact that my pussy was now milking his cock, bringing his own orgasm.

"Cum for me, Alex! Fill me up! Please, cum for me!" 

His cries filled my ears as his seed would shoot inside me. My hands found his chest for balance as I would come back from the high. His eyes were still closed, that gorgeous smile plastered on his face.

"Totally worth the wait! Fuck! Ally! You are amazing!" he drew me across his chest and kissed me deeply.

"You're not so bad yourself." I teased, giggling. A slap on my ass then reminded me not to tease like that.

We laid like that for a while, both dwelling in the afterglow.

The evening went on in the kitchen, where Alex made me sit at the table and guide him into making some pasta. I made his life miserable, ordering him around, but he would kiss me every time he passed me so I stopped after a while.

I refused to go to my room. The envelope would wait until the morning. I wanted to enjoy the peaceful evening with Alex, he agreed.

We had dinner and went in the living room, where we watched the telly for a bit and I fell asleep soundly, in his arms.

The chirp of our landline woke me up next morning. Alex had fallen asleep as well, holding me. His arms were now resting on my back. He obviously didn't sleep very comfortably, but somehow forgot about that when our eyes met and he kissed me.

He reached out to grab the phone and answered. Whoever called was not expecting a male's voice and hung up.

Alex's brow arched as he was placing the phone back in the slot.

"I hope it's not what I'm thinking about." He said as his lips met my forehead, kissing softly.

"I hope so too. How about we have some breakfast and we open that envelope?"

"No, Ally. You open it alone. The suit was specific about that. I won't be in the room when you open it."

"Fine... Fine! No need to get upset now. Come on, make me coffee, slave." I bit his nose as he frowned and slapped my ass.

"We'll talk about that slave thing. But another time." He winked and rose from the sofa, grabbing me by my waist and putting me on his shoulder, slapping my ass, making me squeal.

He helped me sit on the chair and made the coffee. He had a different way of preparing it- far better than mine and Andrea's. He said it was decaff. It tasted nice, I didn't care. He didn't let me have coffee until I ate, so we had some cereal and he grabbed the meds for me to take. 

We were enjoying our coffee and smoking a cigarette when the landline chirped again. He answered again. A female voice asked for me and he said I was not available. It was my mom. He knew I was not ready to talk so he said I was still sleeping. He told her I was now home, under his close watch and that nobody had to worry. Mom calmed down when he told her I would call when I would feel better. I stood there in awe as I realised that my mom was actually getting along with Alex and she trusted him.

The call ended with holiday wishes and promises to talk on Christmas Eve over Skype. Alex was a piece of work. He could get under your skin in seconds. My mom didn't stand a chance.

"Whenever you're ready, baby." I cringed at the thought of going to my room and opening the folder.

"Oh? You don't like me calling you 'baby'?" He smiled teasingly.

"I do. Sorry... the folder... I'm scared."

"We'll get through it. Stay calm and call me when you are done with it. What do you think? Is that better?"

"Yes." I lowered my head as he grabbed me and led me to my room, settling me on the bed. He kissed my forehead and handed me the folder, then left me alone in the room.

"I'll be in the kitchen." He told me as he closed the door.

'CONFIDENTIAL' was written in red capital letters on top of the folder. I broke the plastic seal that kept the file closed and opened with a loud sigh.

Horror invaded me as I would start going through the contents.

Pictures of me, online at the studio. Pictures of me out with the guys from the studio! Pictures of Alicia and Josh when they were in America. They looked younger and scruffier than I knew them.

I looked at all the pictures. The last one was of the snapshot the creep had taken. A small hand written note had the time and user my id.

The last item in the folder was a typed letter. I took a long breath and started reading.

"Dear Delight,

I must offer my sincerest apologies for the turmoil I have caused by taking you in private and making you show your true face on camera.

You will understand my reasons as I will put them into order in the following lines of my letter.

You have been a small piece of a grand puzzle, which has now been solved, with your help. I am happy to inform you that you will no longer hear from Alicia and Josh P. for a long time.

The duo that you have worked for is part of a notorious human trafficking network. They were the only ones that could not be found guilty. Yes, I am afraid this is true and you will see confirmation in the news, in the following months.

This will be a very well known story. 

First of all, please bear in mind that your details have not yet been disclosed, for obvious reasons. 

You have not been an active part in this organisation. Our main witness has full immunity and asked for you to be kept out of this. 

The investigation that has been made on your identity can remain unknown. 

You will find a telephone number enclosed. The person who will answer your call will be able to erase all evidence that you have once worked as a video chat performer. 

I was a father, Miss Delight. I choose to address you this way, as it is the only way we have known each other. My daughter went missing five years ago. She was found dead by heroin overdose, one year later. Her body had been severely bruised from all the rapes and beatings she had suffered. 

I swore I would find the people responsible and now, I have. Thanks to you. I consider myself lucky, Miss Delight. Because I could, somehow find a resolution for my daughter, not for myself, though. I will never be able to function as a human being. But that is not of your concern.

I am also in great debt to you, as I would have not managed solving this case, without you. Alicia was reckless enough to visit you so she had been followed to the studio. The witness had decided to volunteer the information when followed home, and then confronted with the evidence.

I know my purpose does not excuse the means and I do not expect you to forgive my actions.

However, I would be pleased if you thought of my offering. 

You will be able to start a new life. No evidence will exist and you will not be linked to the case.

Should you decide to stay a performer, I will be forced to use your name and personal details in order to bring even more light to the case.

Think about it. The telephone line will be closed on the 1st of December at midnight, and you will no longer be able to erase anything. All the data, including the one on your personal computer, is kept by the people who are waiting for your call.

Also, I would like to offer my apologies for Andrea. I have used your friend in order to get to your computer. Unfortunately, after your call is made, I will have to end things with her and I will do it via email.

She will need you to be there for her in the future.

Yes, I have been in your home. But you will not be affected by my actions, should you decide to make the call.

I am not asking for you to understand my reasons.

I am only offering you an opportunity.

The choice is yours, Delight."

I stared into space for a good while before I could come back to my senses. This person had caused so much damage... Alicia and Josh... human trafficking... He had been in our home. He had used Andrea to get what he needed... and one call could keep this man away from us forever. This would affect Andrea and I would have to pretend not to know anything and live with the guilt. My mind went into overdrive.

Alex knocked on my door and opened it slowly after I called him. He was obviously tensed and worried.

He didn't say a word as I showed him the contents of the folder. He refused to read the letter and asked for me to tell him only what I felt like he had to know.

I decided to tell him everything. I trusted him completely and knew he would stand by me, no matter the choice.

We spent the day talking about everything I did, how I got to Alicia and Josh, how I worked for them, how I quit the studio and started on my own. He then read the letter three times, analyzing all the angles.

"I have a suggestion." He started. "Let's put the decision aside for the day and just be lazy. Sleep it off and see what you feel about it after tonight, and hopefully a good fucking... what do you say?" He grinned.

"So that is how you solve your problems. Ha-ha! You fuck to forget?" My giggles filled the room.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, kissed me and started tickling me. I struggled and squealed, but he grabbed me close again, put his hands on my jaw line and faced me. His eyes pierced through me.

"I actually care for you, Ally. I swear to god! I do! You won't sleep unless I fuck your brains out. That mind will be too busy wasting time over thinking. You can't exercise so... I can provide the next best thing." He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Silly girl, you have no idea of what I'm prepared to do for you. Ever since you and Andrea moved in, I haven't had a good night sleep without thinking of you. Why do you think I listened to music so loud? You did knock at my door. I was scared it was Andrea, but there you were. Nostrils flared, messy hair and you were furious, but I was only looking at you. You were so cute! I had to find a way into your life. Even if we only stayed friends. I had to do something."

"So, you stalked your way in?" I teased.

"Something like that. But then, Andrea made me watch you and I was clawing out of my skin! Fuck, Ally, I swear, when I tasted your pussy... I almost came! Then it hit me that you were leaving home and somehow I had to say something. Yeah, I kind of have a bad timing, don't I?"

"For fucks sake, you do! I was surprised you actually said something. I haven't seen you like that before. You were actually serious. Then, next day, when I was in the shower, I... uhm... thought of you when I came."

"You did?" He was surprised to hear me say that. I was even more surprised for confessing so casually. 

"Well, yeah. And then I ended up in the hospital, powerful stuff."

"Oh dear! Wait, you came and then slipped in the shower? So that explains why the doctor didn't tell me everything. He had this embarrassed look. Poor guy. Oh, poor you! And poor me, for finding you that way and thinking I had lost you! Damn it woman, what is it that a guy has to do to show he loves you?"

"Wait! What did you just say?"

"I love you, Ally. From the first time I met you, when you had that funny bear hoodie on. The minute I saw you struggling with the bags and asked if you needed help. You smilled, silly girl, you had me at 'Hello'. Yeah, soppy love story. What can I say. It's true, I want you to be mine."

I kissed him passionately, holding him close.

"I am yours." I whispered.

He looked at me, held my chin and kissed me softly.

"That's all I need. Oh and about that hard fucking..."

***********

In case you were wondering, I did make the call, next day, first thing in the morning. A guy answered, he said he only has another phone number for me so I could make arrangements for all my earnings to be transferred. It was all done in two hours. Delight was never to be found online after that.

So there you have it, dearest readers. Ally's rise and Delight's demise.

A slight trace of Delight sometimes shows up when we feel adventurous, myself and Alex. When he goes on business trips, I call him and we pretend to be strangers fucking on cam. It's a thrill for me and Alex enjoys watching me play so much!

-Do I miss that time?-

No.

-Would I do it again?-

No.

-Did it affect me?-

Why do you think I am telling you my story?

-Any advice for those curious to start performing?-

Make sure you know why you are doing it. You may like the money, but the stuff can change your life.

-Why did you tell your story?-

Well, it's my resolution. This is me actually letting go of all that was left of Delight inside me.

This is for you, A. 

*****

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Memoirs Of Visual Delight



Yes, I enjoy women. 

What's that? If I had sex with one? I did, yes. I went all the way with more than one. 

The sound of a new line in the chat drove me back to reality.

"All right, Delight. I kept my word. You can check. Hmmm. One day you will need to tell me what went on in that lovely mind of yours. You had lust in your eyes. I love the sight of that. I will one day make you look at me that way. I intend to do that only with my words, Delight. You'll never know who I am. " That sent chills all though my body in a matter of seconds.

This guy was by far the weirdest I ever had in private. And you get allot of kinky- even nasty- requests!

I shook the thought off and managed to check my stats. Indeed, the second thousand was in my account, only for my real face, no makeup. 

Easy to say, so very hard to do!

I always get a shiver when I remember that moment.

My whole body was shaking! I collected my makeup removal kit slowly.

Wet wipes, cotton balls, liquid makeup removal solutions all there in the container. Trust me, I had a ton of makeup plastered on every time.

It took me approximately two hours to put everything on.

I started with the wet wipes, moving slowly as my hands were shaking furiously.

It was sheer agony! I was scared of he thought of someone knowing how Delight really looked like. My eye makeup was the first to go. Then, my fake teeth soon followed.

I kept my eyes on my desk mirror while gently wiping the heavy makeup nesting my eyes. 

No replies appeared. I checked to see if the connection was still there.

"I am here. Carry on. Don't mind the camera." He startled me.

I tried to smile, couldn't. I was too frightened and lost in my thoughts. 

He could see through me. 

He saw lust in my eyes. 

He knew I was scared. 

How? 

At least he was considerate enough to let me be. Somehow, the sensations he caused inside me, made me think he was a grown man. 

He was definitely well spoken and his job was most probably very high in rank.

So, it was safe to assume he was over 40. 

His request was out of the ordinary so he might have been detail focused such as myself. 

"Maybe this is a kink or something. Humiliating someone by making them remove their disguise." It came to me as a faint ray of sun through the dark sky.

If only I knew then... I would have ended everything. But I had no idea.

"He must have a lot of time in his hands" I continued my brainstorm.   

My fingers reached carefully under the net of my fake hair and after a few ministrations, the wig came off and my blonde curls cascaded on my shoulders in one feathery hand movement. 

No reply on my screen. I thought men liked seeing women delicately tracing a hand through their hair.

T

his guy had different, in everything!

I swear! If I could add all weird things in one definition, it would be this guy.

He invented a new category of disturbing. I am certain!

"I knew you were a blonde, just didn't say it" pops on the screen.

I barely kept my "what the actual fuck!" thoughts to myself. That statement gave me the creeps!

My surprise was visible. Was he reading my mind?

I couldn't wrap my head around this even if I struggled. Nothing made sense. 

How did he know when to say those things?

My eyes met the camera for a second and then moved back to the altered reflection in the mirror.

I took a long look at my face. Smudged lines outlined my tired eyes.

My contouring was fading slowly as my hand wiped away my mask. 

My protection... Delight was fading away with every swipe. The real me was now staring though the mirror, expressionless.

"Why did I agree to this? I know I have pretty face even make up free. My soul is dark and evil. Well, hello, conscience! I missed you like a hole in the head." I thought to myself as I stood for a second.

I shook my head for a few times trying to get rid of the thoughts to no avail.

"Why on earth do I think of myself that way? What is wrong with me?" These thoughts took me by surprise. I never thought of myself- the real me. 

I've seen myself so many times in the mirror. I've never felt this insecure all my life.

Not even in high school. I used to hang out with the popular girls. I worked my ass off to get there.

I've always been the pretty one. I've always enjoyed the attention. 

Guys would take me out every weekend. I knew they only wanted to get in my knickers but still...

I had developed a real pleasure in leading them on in time, I admit. 

Guys my age were so different when alone with me, no longer confident and cocky. 

They asked and some even begged. The ability to say no was so thrilling.

To this day I wonder why I kept myself for so long. Only to give in to that conniving, little piece of filth which made me fall for his blue eyes. 

Those eyes could haunt me in my sleep. The clearest blue gaze and a smile so kind, would compliment a gorgeous olive skin that nested such a lean body with the smoothest muscles outline.

He could pick me up as if I were weightless. I felt safe when around him.

In the end, his lies were better than mine. That's all I can conclude. 

He was well endowed and could eat me out into oblivion. That I do miss. 

Well so much not anymore, since my rampant rabbit. He-he!

This job came with perks. I had found many ways to come...some of the guys that watched me even told me a few tricks. 

My train of thoughts got interrupted by a faint sound. A click of a camera followed by the system message: "DcL0 took a $1.00 snapshot of you." He took a snapshot! He had a picture of ME! I stared at the screen in shock!

"Thank you, Delight. I have what I need. I will look for you sometime"

The private session ended after he said those words. I logged off mechanically, had a look over my earnings and saw a message he had left on my wall.

I

t read "Delight indeed. Such an amazing creature! Beautiful inside and out. I will see you soon. Think of me when you look at yourself in the mirror."

My heart sunk. Those words hit home. Hard! He took a picture of me and he fucking put words in my head!

My insides felt as if hit by a wrecking ball in full force. 

How could a person see you and watch you performing the simplest of tasks and somehow show your inner self without saying a word?

He now knew how I looked like, he made sure I knew he could see through me. 

But, why? Was there any gratification?

Why pay for someone to remove their makeup and watch as they look in the mirror?  

Think of him when I look in the mirror...he said. 

Mind games...I made it my life goal to read everything on that!



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