DORM FRIDGE · KINKTOBER CARD
Samantha
naughty coed · sweet face · nasty card
Sissy Phone Sex
on
his
cage
voice up
slut
name
not free
queen
practice
later
party
thin
week
missed
makeup
609
it back
cum
pen
bingo
Sam taped the card to the mini-fridge with washi tape and a hair tie. Five across, five down, October already chewed at the corners. “Kinktober, coed rules,” she said, sweet voice, nasty errand. “You do not get a gold star. You get sissy phone sex until the card is ugly.”
Top row, she called the pretty row. Lipstick on while she described the shade like a lab partner who had already decided the result. Panties from a bag he was told to open before the call. Locktober square on the right, because the month is loud and she likes a bandwagon she can steer. “Cage on. I am not your keyholder girlfriend. I am the girl in the dorm who thinks a locked sissy is better homework.”
Second row was meaner. Maid, then slut, then her name, and she marked the square only if his voice went up. Gooning sat in the middle like a free space she refused to give away. “You stare at the card. You do not cum on the card. That is sissy phone sex, not a craft.” A boy in the hall asked if she was watching a movie. She said midterms. She was not.
Third row, she dropped the bingo voice. Size queen, because that is still her favorite brag, and she told him the cock she wanted would not fit the cage she had just praised. He whimpered. She circled the square anyway. CEI waited two squares over. She did not cash it yet. “October is long. A cum slut with a calendar can wait until the twenty-ninth to make you taste the mess. Tonight you just practice the please.”
Fourth row was the accomplice square. She described walking him into a party in the panties and the lipstick and letting someone else notice first. He asked if that counted. She said it counted when she said bingo, and she had not said it. The hall was thin, so she smiled through the filthy part and let him sweat the pause.
Bottom row, she saved for the phone. The center was not free. It was the extension, purple pen, and she made him read it back while he held the cage and did not stroke. Denial until the last square. Edging only if a called square had a star, and she had starred two, both already passed. “You missed them. Kinktober does not do makeups.” She crossed a diagonal that was not a win. “Sissy phone sex on a card you can lose.” The squares she will not tape to a fridge are at kinks-n-teasephonesex.com/samantha. She hung up to wash the pen off her thumb.