Sunday, August 5, 2012

Art of Virtual Sex SeXStoRY

Sitting in front of the computer thinking about what to write for my next story, I am suddenly hit with the thing that scares most writers, professional or otherwise: the dreaded writer’s block. But I know that certain things will also inspire me to write, that came in the form of cyber-sex with virtual strangers. As these things goes, it does not take much to get going, all you need: computer and a stranger that you could get horny with. Plenty of horny men to be found online. Most conversation would start like so: (F = me / VS = virtual stranger) VS: Where have you been? Want to help me? F: I’ve been here. What help do you need with? VS: I’m hard and horny. F: Oh, sorry I’m not in the mood. VS: Oh :( Ha, got you, didn’t I? Well, a girl cannot be in the mood for sex all the time, real life or virtual. But when I am in the mood, which is more often than not, I’m more than happy to help the occasional VS or two, sometimes more than two at the same time. If and when I am in the mood, conversation could go like so: (below is an actual excerpt, with minor edits) VS: Couldn't fall asl33p last night, and thought about you. The place was chilly. F: I know how you could keep me hot. VS: I was thinking about kissing your lips lightly then your chin, neck, between those big, beautiful breasts. F: Mmm, I like the sound of that very much. Your beard would feel great scratching my skin. VS: Softer since it’s longer [his beard] than it has been for quite a while. I would kiss one nipple, lick the other then rub my beard down over your belly. F: Bite my nipples, baby, bite me, oooooh, make me cum from my nipples. VS: Noooooo, I want to keep moving, sorry. Kiss your belly, keep going down, but I'm holding your legs together as I do. Well, the guy can set the pace too. It’s always fun cybering with someone you like and get along with. Same goes for phone sex, unfortunately no excerpt possible with phone sex. So I am sitting here, thinking to myself if I really need to play with my hot moist clit or not. I can’t resist the call of my pussy. My hand goes inside my panties and my middle finger stirred my bud, moisture seeped from my body and hotly coated my clitoris. And I thought of the man that could help me get to my orgasm, my mind drifted, his face floated before my eyes, his lips lowered to my pussy, his tongue knew exactly how to make me orgasm quickly or agonisingly slow. I’m being selfish in my fantasy, I only want to be pleasured, and the man does not complain he does what he knows I love. He looked up into my eyes as his lips enclosed over my pussy, my clit deep inside his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressed and massaged, rolled like a wave over and over. Whether he had facial hair or not was immaterial, it was all about his soft-as-feather lips wrapped over my pussy and the way he worked my little nub frenziedly as I orgasm explosively into his mouth. He drank my sweet liquid thirstily as if he was a man dying of thirst getting a taste of water from a bubbling oasis. My finger gently went inside my pussy as I pretend it was his finger delving into my velvety hotness, explored my vagina deeply. My mind ran away as my orgasm ebbed away around my finger, my body shuddered as I sighed with pure satisfaction. I whispered my thanks to my dream man as he slowly faded away, his lips and eyes smiled with hidden promises of our next meeting. I cannot wait for the next meeting in my dreams, in the virtual world.

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