Miss Click

"Message sent" flashed across her screen, and Meg felt a dizzying mix of excitement, fear, and lingering arousal wash over her.

Meg's phone buzzed almost immediately. Her heart raced as she opened Jake's message:

"Holy fuck, kitten. That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Your pussy looks so tight and wet. The way you moaned my name... fuck. I've never witnessed such a delicious orgasm. You're absolutely perfect."

A flood of compliments and explicit praise followed. Jake described in vivid detail how badly he wanted to taste her, to feel her clench around his cock. He told her how hard she made him, how he couldn't wait to fill her up.

Meg smiled as she read, her body still tingling pleasantly in the aftermath. She felt desired, powerful.

Then Jake's next message made her pause:

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined. That cute face of yours deserves a thorough fucking. I can't wait to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

Meg's brow furrowed in confusion. Her face?

Meg's heart began to race as she re-opened the video, suddenly filled with dread. As it began to play, her eyes widened. The camera hadn't been angled as she thought - it captured far more than just her intimate area.

The video opened with a clear view of her face, flushed and filled with desire. Her green eyes were filled with arousal, her lips parted as she panted softly. The camera's high definition caught every detail - the light sheen of sweat on her forehead, the way her chestnut hair clung to her neck.

As the video continued, Meg watched herself arch her back, pushing her breasts into view. The camera captured the swell of her breasts, her hardened nipples clearly visible. Her hands roamed her body, caressing her soft curves.

Meg's breath caught as she watched herself begin to pleasure herself on screen. The camera captured every movement, every expression of ecstasy that crossed her face. She saw her lips form Jake's name, heard her breathy moans and whimpers.

The orgasm, when it came, was even more intense to watch than she remembered. Meg saw her whole body tense, her back arching off the bed. Her face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream before Jake's name burst from her lips.

As the video continued, Meg watched herself come down from her intense climax. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her skin flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The camera captured every detail in high definition - the way her nipples slowly softened, the slight trembling of her thighs as aftershocks rolled through her.

Meg's eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, as she basked in the afterglow. Her lips were parted, swollen from where she had bitten them during her peak. A strand of saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth. Her chestnut hair was a wild tangle, sticking to her damp forehead and neck in messy tendrils.

As she watched, Meg saw herself slowly regain awareness on screen. Her green eyes blinked lazily, struggling to focus. A dopey, satisfied smile spread across her face. The camera caught the slight furrow of her brow as she reached for her phone with clumsy, uncoordinated movements.

Meg cringed as she watched herself fumble with the device. Her fingers slipped on the smooth surface, nearly dropping it several times. The camera shook wildly as she tried to grasp it properly.

Finally managing to pick it up, Meg saw her face fill the frame as she peered at the screen. Her pupils were still dilated, her gaze slightly unfocused.

Meg stared at her phone in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. The reality of what she had done came crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She had sent Jake a full video of herself - face and all - in the throes of passion, without even checking it first. Her stomach churned with a mix of excitement and dread.

"Fucking stupid" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What have I done?"

She replayed the video again, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she watched herself writhe and moan on screen. Every intimate detail was captured in high definition - the flush of her skin, the bouncing of her breasts, the glistening wetness between her thighs. And worst of all, her face was clearly visible throughout, her expressions of ecstasy on full display.

Meg's mind raced with panic. She had essentially created amateur porn starring herself, complete with a closeup of her climax. And she had sent it to a man she had never even met in person.

"Please, please don't share this," she typed frantically to Jake, her fingers shaking. "It's only for you. No one else can ever see this."

She hit send and then collapsed back onto her bed, her body suddenly feeling impossibly heavy. Exhaustion washed over her as the adrenaline faded, leaving her drained and ****.