Erotic fiction inspired by Jia Lissa in “Remote Control”
When he woke up to find a notification on Twitter—sprinkled with pixie dust, apparently—he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Yet the words remained.
Jia Lissa replied.
Was it a joke? No one would bother to troll an account with 17 followers. Was she an imposter? No. It was Jia in the flesh.
The night before, he had felt clever about the caption he left over a luscious photo of a perfectly naked Jia fondling some oranges: “Everything about Jia is juicy.”
No matter how hard he had tried, his Tweets rarely raised attention. A porn star had never so much as liked one of his Tweets until that morning.
“I’m much juicier in person,” Jia typed, adding a winking emoji.
He was speechless. Dumbfounded, actually.
“Wow,” he typed, deleting the letters just as quickly.
“Now my cock is juicy, gorgeous,” he typed, shaking his head in embarrassment.
He sat trying to piece some words together that might make her laugh and briefly take notice of a not-so-secret admirer.
“Good to the last drop, I bet!” he typed, adding a blushing emoji.
A few minutes later, she replied. “One way to find out. Come over?”
Even a tongue-in-cheek invitation to her abode made his dick stiffen with anticipation. He felt an urge to show his appreciation for her flirtations, and for revealing herself from a million different angles. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.
The composition didn’t seem right in his phone’s viewfinder. His thumb wavered above the shutter button. His cock didn’t look so appealing. It was too soft. His skin was a little flabby. And those curly hairs.
“You fucking caveman,” he said to himself. “She doesn’t want to see your junk.”
He put his cock away and sat quietly, cursing that he couldn’t sleep as he sipped his coffee.
See it, obviously not. But feel it?
He remembered a link on one of her appearances that took him a few minutes to find: “Spoil me!”
Her wishlist was a mixture of sexy clothes and undergarments, some equipment to satisfy an apparent photography bug, cosmetics, and sex toys. After a bit of browsing he sent her a link, suggesting that something was missing.
“Damn, I thought it was going to be pizza,” she typed. Then came her follow-up. “OK, I made a wish.”
Sure enough, the biggest, most impressive dildo was on top of her queue.
“When’s it cumming?” she typed, adding a winking emoji for good measure.
“Oh, my cock is well on its way.”
The dildo kind of looked like his cock. He couldn’t resist giving it another inch and adding some girth. He also circumcised it. Nothing more useless than a foreskin on a dildo, he thought. The vanilla color of his cock was spot on—it didn’t get out much.
Weeks went by and he heard nothing from Jia despite Tweeting out a few of her photo shoots. He had resolved that she had just moved on. They were in different time zones, on different wavelengths. Fuck, they operated in a different time and space—what’s the frequency, Jia?
His only hope was that she was enjoying his dildo.
And she was.
He always seemed to find her Tweets in the waking hardness of dawn when pleasant dreams lingered. She had sent him a lonely link that took him to a video.
Jia’s pretty face appeared. She was low to the ground behind a glaring piece of glass—maybe a sliding door. She had a gorgeous smile.
“Holy smokes,” he said.
It seemed Jia had just woken up that morning too when she had filmed herself. Her red hair was a divine mess, feathering out every which way like flames. The light gave her porcelain pale face a radiant glow. At different angles, the color of her eyes shifted from brown to green, like shimmering leaves atop a sturdy branch.
He could hear Jia’s muffled giggles as the tip of his dildo emerged from the bottom of the screen. She stretched out her tongue to wet its tip and dribbled spit on its head. She licked his dildo impossibly slowly. After a little more teasing, she gave the base of his dildo a good clean lick and suctioned it onto the glass in front of her, giving it a blowjob.
She stared at the camera with wanting eyes. He wondered what – who? – was on her mind. A lover? Or perhaps she had in mind the thousands of men and women who could only think of touching themselves when seeing her on screen?
The jerk in her defined shoulder blades told him she was masturbating. He took his balls in one hand and imagined his hands keeping her jiggling tits still.
Jia knew how to please herself and she seemed far along when she spit on his dildo and stumbled up to her feet. Walking towards the camera, she stepped into a ray of sunshine. The strands of a small strip of hair above her clit became emblazoned in orange.
Jia continued to rub the only chubby part of her body. She parted her wings for him and stuck a few fingers inside, turning her wetness inside out. Her pussy glowed.
She turned away from the camera, showing off her perfect little butt, and bent over so she could back up onto his dildo, which was still stuck firmly to the glass. Taking her little ass cheeks in her hands, she opened wide and slowly devoured his dildo whole. A hand on a tall ottoman balanced her as she started to fuck it hard. Her cheeks flattened out against the glass. He could hear her moans between the thudding against the shaking door.
Her legs seemed to be getting tired but he realized she was in the chills of an orgasm when she pulled away, leaving a trail of her juices over his dildo. A strong spurt dotted the glass below—juicier in person, indeed—and she dropped to her knees, still dripping, to rest on the ottoman.
He was jerking himself slowly when finally she looked up and blew a kiss. He felt relief in her pleasure. The video ended abruptly, and so did his patience. He pointed his enthralled dick upwards for a long, steep climb. As he felt the ascension, he had a moment of clarity.
“You are an angel.”
About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com
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