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I tried to sleep but it didn't come, I turned from side to side in restless frustration, I sat up feeling bored and feeling that something was amiss.

It wasn't something new for me as all I had to do was down myself in drinks but tonight was different– my body needed more steam. It needed a girl or even two.

Excitedly, I rushed over to the couch just close to when I plugged my phone in to charge. I unplugged and sat down on the couch, my penis still dangling around down there.

I playfully stroked it as I waited patiently for the light of my screen to bounce back to life. I logged into my favourite dating site– The Blum match– where I got all the girls I wanted. As I swiped through, I saw different girls I was already used to and a couple of new ones popping up on my home page.

“Blonde, brunette, redhead, caramel,” I whispered to myself as I scrolled up.

“Hmm, match, match, delete, delete, delete,” On and on I went but nothing pricked my attention or excited me.

I wanted control which I could easily get from any girl of my choice as they were all alike, they needed money, attention, drama and banging sex.

Well, Crane, that is enough internet for the day. Time to sleep but suddenly she popped up.

She caught my eyes, Belle. I was eager to know her more but there was no bio, no profile photo but she had just two photos on her wall– the main page– she looked salty as fuck with that lollipop hanging from one side of her mouth, she dripped with an intense erotic vibe.

The second showed her blonde hair unpacked, giving me a full view and leaving me to imagine how intense grabbing her hair tight while banging her pussy would be. She wore a mini length straight gown which left her shoulders bare, and what more? Her red lips popped under the blue light of her room.

Her left eye was closed in a wink and one hand rested just on top of her breasts, teasing and causing the volume of saliva that had packed in my mouth to drip.

Belle wasn't trying, she was simply pulling me into her erotic mystery and I wanted everything to do with her in that instant.

“Love your black sheets, I guess it would have a room for one more, right?” I punched my keyboard and clicked send as I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

She wasted no time in replying my message,

“Your eyes must be very naughty to go straight to my sheets, baby boy.”

“Aahaa, I love the compliment, you still haven't answered my question, baby girl.”

“The answer is,” Oh no, she didn't complete the message.

“Yes?” I urged, attaching a drooling emoji to my message.

“Only if you behave, haha.”

“What are you wearing, right now? Or are you naked?” I got a second text from her before I got a reply.

“I see you are teasing, my lady. I'm fully naked but you wouldn't want to dare my baby boy down here, he's one big machine with thick veins around, of course. Cause, why not?” I looked at my dick, very proud of what I got there.

I cowered at the thoughts of her whimpering and shivering at the mercy of me and my dick.

“What did you do today? You fucked anyone with the big machine of yours?”

“I didn't, I was studying all day but I'm down to fuck you with it and have you ride on it, my angel.” I lied, hoping she wouldn't find a way around my message again instead of replying directly to it.

The three dots which indicated that she was typing, popped up and disappeared. I jumped up from the couch, scared that I might have said something to piss her off and at the same time the hunger to see her message pop up on my screen intensified.

What? I had never felt that way over any girl before, scared of hurting her feelings and craving to see her messages on my screen. No! That was too sudden or worse still, I could be getting addicted.

I flung my phone on the bed and ran my hand through my hair.

‘'Ping,’ came the message. In that instant, I found myself running to the bed to retrieve my phone. My eyeballs widened and sparkled in excitement when I saw her message.

“So, you think you can handle me, Crane?”

“Huh, how did you know my name?” I asked because I used a fake name for my profile on that dating site.

And since I hadn't seen the girl before, I knew she wouldn't know who I was just by looking at my pictures.

“That didn't answer my question,”

“I can handle anything, Belle, as for you, I'd handle you just the way you want it and love to treat you right at the same thing.” I typed my confession, sticking my tongue out to lick my lips.

“Don't play games else you are ready to lose, Crane Xander. I'm not your type, for real.” She mocked which made me grit my teeth in anger.

No one had the guts to insult me or mock me but she kept me on the edge, she hadn't even fallen for my charm just yet. I didn't waste my time and energy trying to woo girls cause they would have come crawling to my crib but I was willing to waste my time on this blonde.

My phone vibrated with her message again,

“What's wrong? Did I say something that hurt your ego?”

“No baby, but I don't lose any games.”

“Good to hear, I'm trying to sleep now but it'll be a disaster if I slip into your arms.” she texted but the message got me confused and before I got the chance to reply she had deleted it.

“Why did you delete the message?”

Ten minutes went by and she hadn't replied, my phone chimed with a credit alert but I wasn't interested in checking who it came from. I strolled to my bed, eyes still on screen but no new message.

I lay down, still staring at my phone, hours and hours went by as I waited for a message from Belle.

I figured she had slept off and gave up waiting as my body was weak and my eyes were hurting already. But before I retired for the night, even though it was 1 a.m already, I scanned through her profile.

That was when I noticed something crazy, she had posted a third picture, it was hard to make out as it was blurry. It was a blurry selfie in front of my bathroom mirror.