The Stream

He didn't mean to stay on the livestream that long. Walter had heard that she'd started streaming on racier sites, that if he wanted to really get into her, all he had to do was look. So he thought he'd take a peak, just out of curiosity.

He'd seen clips of GirleyRiley on TikTok, sure—who hadn't? The algorithm practically shoved her in your face if you so much as blinked at a pair of lashes or lingered too long on anything labeled cute, hot, or sexy. And he'd definitely lingered.

But this? This wasn't a clip. This wasn't a thirty-second thirst trap. This was next-level. No filter, no edits. Just her being beyond what he'd imagined was possible.

He hadn't meant to stay, but now he couldn't look away.

Riley sat in front of the camera with a kind of reverence, a veiny dildo in front of her. She was dressed in a skimpy pink French maid outfit that had no business being that short. The pink gloss on her lips shimmered beneath the ring light, her lashes casting little shadows when she blinked up at the camera. A lock of curled blonde hair bounced at her cheek.

Her voice had been soft at the beginning as she welcomed her viewers, meek, gentle, curious. There was a moment of quiet. Then Riley's eyes dropped from the camera down to the dildo, and smiled.

It was the kind of smile that, had it been directed at Walter, would have made him feel loved.

But it wasn't directed at Walter. It was most definitely directed toward the life-like appendage in front of her face. Walter's eyes went wide. What was he about to see?!

And then she started to speak again.

Not dirty. Not really. Not even suggestive, not at first. Just... gentle. Honest.

"I'm practicing," Riley had whispered. "So I can be the best girlfriend in the world. I need to learn to take care of my boyfriend's needs, make him feel good. He's got so many needs. Deep needs. Hard needs."

Walter didn't even realize he was leaning closer to the screen, developing some hard needs of his own.

She touched the edge of the desk lightly, as if nervous, then looked down at the dildo. She didn't acknowledge it with her words. She didn’t have to. Every viewer knew exactly what was happening, what she was about to do. The way Riley's breath hitched as she reached for it made clear how much it meant to her.

And then—God help him—she kissed it.

Not a joke. Not exaggerated or ironic. Just a soft, sweet, tender kiss. Like she was trying to show love. Like she was practicing devotion.

She whispered again, breath tickling the mic. "I hope he feels like I'm taking care of him when I do this. What do you think? Is this being a good girlfriend?"

The chat had slowed. Nobody wanted to ruin the moment with spam or emojis. There were a few words of encouragement, a few comments of "unreal" and "OMG", but other than that the audience was rapt.

Walter swallowed hard, his left hand resting on his groin, pressing down on his engorged cock through his jeans.

Riley adjusted in her chair, one leg crossing over the other, skirt riding up to flash those silky sheer stockings and the tops of her thighs. She tilted her head, then licked her lips slowly—nervously.

Her hands came next. Featherlight touches. Tracing. Practicing. Learning.

At one point she giggled, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm.

"You guys are gonna have to tell me if I'm doing it right," she said, cheeks flushed. "I've, like, never done this before, but… I really want to get good at it."

The vulnerability was disarming.

The devotion was mesmerizing.

He should've clicked away. He really should've.

But instead Walter joined in with the throngs of viewers that flooded the chat, wanting to see more, wanting to instruct her. She was asking for it, after all.

"Stick it in your mouth!" he typed, watching his message vanish almost instantly in the feed. While his words were lost, they were echoed hundreds of times. He watched as her eyes darted to her screen, reading the information she was receiving.

"In my mouth?" she said with a coy smile. "Do you think he'd like that? Would that feel good?"

Again a volcano of messages bombarded the chat, Walter's included.

"Thanks!" she giggled, "I'll try it."

And try it she did. Again she started with a loving kiss, first at the base, the another mid-way up, then a third at the tip. Her eyes locked onto the camera as her lips parted and the dildo slid into her mouth. Not far, just a few inches, but Walter could tell that she was taking in very seriously, as if she had just discovered the cure for cancer or a way to stop climate change. For GirleyRiley, sucking on this dildo was the most important thing in the world.

There was something else that Walter noticed as his hands slipped into his pants, masturbating while matching the rhythm of GirleyRiley's sucking. Her eyes weren't performative like other streamers. She wasn't pretending at all. He'd seen that look before. His own amazing wife had shown his those eyes the day they stood together on the altar getting married.

It was love.

GirleyRiley was staring at the camera with a look of pure love as she slid the dildo in and out of her mouth.

And whether she knew it or not, she was making everyone watching fall in love with her too.