Deanna Madden #1 The Girl in 6E Read Free Page B

thing. I like weird.”
    DoctorPat92: maybe another time
    “Do you normally…touch yourself when we chat?” I ran my hand slowly down my naked body. I was lying on my side, atop my pink bedspread, the pattern picked out specifically because it looked young, innocent. Virginal. Men like that.
    DoctorPat92: sometimes. if no one is around. i like to watch you. sometimes I think of you later.
    “When you’re with your wife?”
    DoctorPat92: yes. or when I’m pleasuring myself.
    “Have you ever been with a patient?”
    DoctorPat92: no.
    His expression didn’t encourage that line of questioning, so I dropped it. “I know you aren’t ready to show me what you like, but will you tell me?”
    He reached up and turned off the webcam. I waited, my expression relaxed. He was either about to end the chat or about to tell me more. For some reason, men feel more comfortable divulging their secrets when they are invisible.
    DoctorPat92: don’t think I’m weird.
    I laughed. “I promise, I won’t think you’re weird. I swear.”
    DoctorPat92: I like to put things inside of me.
    I lowered my voice and used my you-are-a-bad-boy-but-I-think-it’s-hot voice. “You mean you like to get fucked?”
    A long pause. I bit my bottom lip and kept my eyes on the webcam.
    DoctorPat92: yes
    “That’s not weird. I think it’s hot. I like it when a man is kinky.” I slid my hand lower, until it grazed my bikini line.
    DoctorPat92: do u think I’m gay?
    What’s so hard about reading typed words is not knowing how some questions are asked. I didn’t know if he was trying to figure out himself if he was gay, or if he wanted me to think he was gay, or if this was a test of my reaction.
    I tilted my head. “I guess it would depend on what you think about when you are being penetrated. You like chatting with me, right?”
    DoctorPat92: yes
    “You know this site has men, gay men, who wouldn’t blink twice at you being fucked. Why aren’t you chatting with them?”
    DoctorPat92: b/c I like you. You are funny and sweet. I think about you when I put things inside of me.
    DoctorPat92: I think about you watching me.
    I giggled. “Then let’s do it! Let’s set an appointment for some time when you will be alone…” I moved my hand farther, gently running my fingers along my sensitive lips. “ And I can watch you. I want to watch you. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
    DoctorPat92: really?
    “Yes!”
    It was a lie. It’s actually quite common for men to ask me to watch them fuck themselves. I don’t understand it, but then again, I have a pussy that is perfect for a toy. If they had a pussy, they probably wouldn’t be sticking anything up that hole either. I also don’t have a prostate. If I did, maybe I would understand the draw to anal sex. According to my sex therapist, some of the men who want to fuck toys are homosexuals—they just refuse to admit it to themselves. They think that having a girl watch them take a ten-inch black cock makes it less gay. But, my therapist warned me, there is a flip side to it. Just because a guy wants to bend over and shove something up his ass doesn’t make him gay. There are straight men who get off on that form of stimulation yet have no interest in the touch of another man.
    So I didn’t jump to conclusions, I didn’t assume that DoctorPat was gay, straight, or any combination of the two. To be utterly honest, I didn’t give a shit what he was. All I cared about was that the clock on the upper right-hand corner of my screen was ticking, turning over minute by minute, earning me dollar by dollar.
    That was the beginning of our relationship. I waited for two months before I brought up the prescriptions, wanting to see if he would stick around as a regular first. He stuck around, I proposed an arrangement, and he accepted. We are now two years into that arrangement. An arrangement where I have watched this utterly average doctor ride thick plastic dildos, use anal beads, and