I haven’t written much about the woman I think of as Jade II. Two Jades entered my life at pretty much the same moment — or not precisely, but close. Jade II came shortly on the heels of Jade I. They’re very different, and it’s Jade II I’m thinking and talking and writing about right now. Jade II, to whom I just had a lovely orgasm.
We met a few months ago online. She stretched with me a few times. Pretty quickly it seemed like there might be fun to be had around some combination of lingerie and sex toys. I bought Jade two sex toys, the condition being that any orgasms produced by those sex toys would belong to me — whether by audio or by video. She readily assented to this and multiple times acknowledged it. But then when the sex toys arrived, they got caught up in a vortex of what I think is just her life. For a bit she didn’t have batteries for them. Then she had batteries but didn’t have time. Then she was traveling for work. And she communicated quite clearly that while she was totally prepared to come for me, she somehow hadn’t internalized either that I wanted that and was eager for it, or that it was in some way connected to the gift of the sex toys.
Anyway. There was a bunch of back and forth between us, and at a certain point, just in our texting, I said: come to me and I’ll wand the shit out of you and send you home with a new wand. To which Jade replied: what’s a wand? I was sort of surprised. She seemed like the kind of girl who, A, probably had one or two, and B, certainly knew what they were. Regardless, I sent her a link to one particular wand.
Our back and forth continued. She told me recently that she had been meaning to come for me. She texted: I’ve been meaning to make you a video since I got back. I replied: have you now? I look forward to that. Some days later I texted her: still meaning to? She said: yeah. Then she texted: let’s stretch again. I said: I’ve been meaning to. She said: let’s make it happen. And I said: you didn’t get my joke. To which she replied with two minutes and 43 seconds of hotness.
It is that video — the two minutes and 43 seconds she sent in response — to which I just jerked myself off. Perhaps later I’ll live-blog it for you. Suffice it to say, it’s very much her. On the one hand, super hot. On the other hand, with a slightly distanced, jaded way of being.
Featured image prompt (openai): Large-format color photograph, interior, artificial light. A hotel room or spare bedroom, late night: a cheap wooden nightstand holds a half-charged phone face-down, a tangle of white charging cable, and a compact cylindrical vibrator still in its partial packaging — the cardboard sleeve half-removed, the product visible. The nightstand light is on, casting a hard amber cone that makes the white packaging glow faintly gold. The bed beside it is rumpled but empty, sheets twisted, one pillow displaced. No figure. The frame is tight and slightly low, the angle just wrong enough that the nightstand fills the foreground with the intimacy of evidence.
Bottom image prompt (openai): Large-format color photograph, interior, artificial light. A hotel room or spare bedroom, late night: a cheap wooden nightstand holds a half-charged phone face-down, a tangle of white charging cable, and a compact cylindrical vibrator still in its partial packaging — the cardboard sleeve half-removed, the product visible. The nightstand light is on, casting a hard amber cone that makes the white packaging glow faintly gold. The bed beside it is rumpled but empty, sheets twisted, one pillow displaced. No figure. The frame is tight and slightly low, the angle just wrong enough that the nightstand fills the foreground with the intimacy of evidence.