Violet grinned. She had been Instant
Messaging a guy friend of hers, and had gone on about the usual stuff,
complaints about work, what she and her family were doing for Christmas, etc.
She’d brought up how she’d gotten a new haircut, and she decided to e-mail him
a picture. She also knew the guy was a raging pervert; several months of dating
him back in college had taught her that. She was under no illusions as to what
he might do with her picture, even one as non-sexual as a mug shot showing off
her haircut. Mentally, she reached out to him. Even across an entire state, if
she could focus on him (which helped a lot thanks to being in real time IM),
she could read and tweak his thoughts. She watched him clairvoyantly as he
opened the file and flushed just slightly, nodding his approval, not just at
her haircut, but how cute it made her look. His libido flickered, and he
thought briefly of touching himself, but immediately felt foolish and closed
the picture. He messaged her that he thought it was cute.
The poor guy actually had no idea
of Violet’s powers. She hadn’t truly awoken to them when they were dating, and
while she had used them on him a few times, he had no idea that it was her
handiwork. Part of that was her simply making him forget when she blatantly
used her power. The other half was doing it secretly.
Violet caught that flicker of
libido in his psyche, and flicked it directly. She giggled as she sensed his
penis twitch, and he considered opening the picture again. Another mental
flick, and he gave into the impulse, clicking open the picture file and
glancing it over. She caught his thought of God,
she’s s fucking cute, and she smiled at his unknowing compliment. She
mentally fanned that little flame of arousal, and soon enough, his cock went
from semi-hard to throbbing. She giggled as she watched him mentally struggle
with himself, completely unaware that she was nudging the fight in his cock’s
favor. A minute later, he was naked, staring as if in a trance at Violet’s
picture, his hand slowly stroking himself.
She let him stroke for a good ten
minutes, enjoying the physical show as well as all the mental images he
conjured, with no help from her. Still perverted as ever. She loved it, even if
she made him think she didn’t. Soon enough, his breathing became heavier, and
his stroking firm and steady. He was coming to the brink of orgasm.
Not
so fast! she thought. She planted a notion in his head that if she IMed
him, he had to stop what he was doing and answer back.
[You got awfully quiet] she IMed
him.
She laughed as she watched him freeze
in mid stroke, the color draining from his face. Clairvoyantly, she saw his
eyes widen and sensed a mild wave of panic wash over him as he realized what he
was doing. He quickly fought to shake the haze of lust and think of something
clever to respond with. Delighted at his perplexity, she couldn’t resist
jacking him around some more. Figuratively speaking, of course. [You’re not
doing something bad with that picture, are you?]
His eyes bugged out, causing her to
giggle, but he thought of a lame, but believable excuse. [LOL, no, just using
the bathroom] he said after waiting another minute, so it would seem like he
got back later.
[Uhuh. :-P] she teased.
[Well, if you go giving me ideas, I
might not be able to help myself] he said boldly. She smirked at the small
sprout of hope that she would like the idea, and maybe get in on it. She did,
in fact, like the idea, but it was even more fun not letting him know that.
[*rolls eyes* You’re such a guy]
she typed.
[I try ;-)] he typed. When Violet
didn’t respond, he was unable to resist, and started stroking again. He had
cooled off too much, and he had to rebuild up to his peak. Violet waited until
he was almost there, then IMed him again. She laughed as he shuddered, forcing
himself to stop so he could type a response.
Poor,
helpless perverted boy, she thought as she repeated this process for the
next hour and half. Just can’t finish
what he started. He even typed “brb” several times, hoping to delay her so
he could finish himself, but she still interrupted him right at the critical
point anyway. He was getting extremely frustrated, and more than a little
pissed off. But he just couldn’t not stop and respond when she messaged him,
even with his fingers slick with pre-cum. After the twentieth edging, she could
see him shiver with pent up excitement, just aching to release.
Finally, she’d had enough
amusement, and released the condition from his head as he started to reach the
edge for at least the thirtieth time. Just before he came, she decided to fuck
with him once more. [Careful you don’t hit the keyboard. ;-)] and she logged
off.
He gasped and let out a quaky groan
as he finally was able to spurt, drenching his chest and stomach. Violet smiled
with delight as she clairvoyantly saw, heard, and felt his orgasm. And when it
was over, she couldn’t help but laugh as the poor boy stared in confusion at
the last line she’d sent. Slightly freaked, he had no idea if she was just
fucking with him, or if she really knew he had been stroking. Of course, she
did know. But watching him freak was just too funny.
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