The female character awaiting the time to meet her cyber-lover for their first scheduled "date" online begins to get antsy waiting and begins to take matters into her own hands.
This is the first of many sexstories that I hope to post. I welcome any and all comments/feedback and suggestions as I always look for opportunities to improve my writing and satisfy readers, as I hope you do read my writing. It will not all be the same, some is more subtle while others is more in your face dirty--all depends on my mood and what my inspiration is. A big thanks to all my inspiration, here and elsewhere!
I look at the clock, yet again, and notice that only two agonizing minutes have crept by since my last time check. Two more down and only 174 to go {sigh}—
It seems like forever until our first scheduled “cyber date.” I have tried to start without you, indulging in the free porn and touching myself, but you’ve actually managed to all but ruin masturbation for me! It’s now not the same without your ‘Mmmm’ or teasing me with what you’d do to me if we were neighbors as opposed to miles apart. It’s just not the same unless you’re cummin with me.
So, I am waiting for dawn to appear, to brighten the darkness outside, and to light up my Inbox with a witty comment from you, following a warm hello! Even today, with all the anticipation and pent-up sexual tension from where we left off last night, I imagine you’ll still be sweet, my Sexy Gent, and ask how I am, how my evening was before asking if I’ve been a good girl. Your question, as always, makes me giggle at my laptop screen as the answer is never changing, “Nah,” and I know it pleases you! I’ve been good at being naughty, of course!
At this point in our typed on-site conversation, you will switch to my Sex Name, indicating that it is on! I am ready as I came prepared—naked under my bathrobe, as instructed. My hands begin to wander at the use of my Sex name before you even open the gates yet, I know that you’ll jump right in now.
Sure enough, I’m not disappointed. Your very next message makes me tingly all over as a burst of heat spreads through my belly and continues on down until it reaches my toes.
Did you bring that pretty pussy already wet, mmmmmmmmm or shall I give you a hand with that, my lovely sexy lady? mmmmmmmmmm
{SIGH!} Yes and YES, Please!!
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(To Be Continued… Real-time Touchy-feely Break Needed)
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See what you do to me?
Just thinking about—writing about— our cyber time together makes me so hot that I couldn’t help but go at it again. I just had to squeeze my own tits, imagining each touch was yours. I just had to bring my own nipples to my mouth, wishing it was you sucking them hard and your tongue flicking them mercilessly when I mistakenly thought they were as hard as they were going to get.
I couldn’t take it any longer—even ‘ imaginary’ you began driving me crazy! Without preamble, my hands found their way to my pussy, rubbing my clit and keeping a pair of fingers just slightly in my opening. I came hard and fast, but it was not as satisfying as when we are communicating. I was missing your encouragement, your sexy chatting, your Mmmmmmmmms.
After a few more quick, hot bursts, I decided I was making matters worse, not better, so I cleaned up (no easy task with a sensitive pussy on fire) and tried to accomplish some other forms of writing, some work, and even—when all else failed— some housework. None of these tasks were adequate distractions. I typed while horny. I researched while horny. I did laundry while horny—and pictured you taking me on top of the washer! Mmmmmmmmmmm!
At that point, I gave up and gave in, moved outside to the deck, carrying a blanket, and acted out all my fantasies of you & me in my mind while touching myself—out in the open. I mused about your having that telescope we chat about that would allow you to watch from so far away, and it just got more intense.
After cummin multiple times, my whole body convulsing with each surge, I felt depleted and feared there’d be nothing left when our time to “visit” came.
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Real-life interrupts as I feel my mouth go dry, as well as the pangs of hunger deep in my stomach. I fill a glass of cold water and a bowl of fresh mango but forgetting about my fantasies for even a few moments proves impossible. The refreshing water cascading down my throat makes me long to suck you dry and have your cum coat the path that the water is trickling down. With each bite of sweet fruit, I imagine you eating the mango slices from my pussy. Mmmmmmmmmm
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The brightening sky is coming into view, just beginning to change the night sky to daybreak—for me anyway. Oh, just look at the time—it sure does fly when you’re having fun. I log onto the site 15 minutes ahead of schedule, hoping against hope that you’d be early and, when I do, my Inbox is lit up. I smile involuntarily, as I always do at that sight and all that it holds in store.
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Readers, this is where I leave you. You do not have an invitation into our magical world of passion; it is just us, for us, and between us. We like to keep it “our little secret” and that It shall remain.
Thanks so much for the reads and the votes, both favorable and unfavorable. I would love to see some comments as ANY feedback--posiitve or negative--or a combination of the two--is helpful in fine-tuning my writing AND making sure I better please the readers out there.
This was a special piece dedicated to a special friend. Stay tuned for more, diverse topics to come and to cum....
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This was a special piece dedicated to a special friend. Stay tuned for more, diverse topics to come and to cum....