Our chat continues to the next subject, sexual fantasies.
“What are you looking for?” he asks me.
“I want to feel deeply connected during sex…” I pause. “I want to be completely into each other.”
“Wow! That’s what I hope to find. It doesn’t have to be crazy or bizarre. I want -”
“Intensity and total surrender.”
“Oh my God, who are you? Is this real?” he is surprised and shocked that we finished each other’s sentences.
He wants to discover again, get to know each other, trust each other and step by step longing for each other. This is also what I want. I am so glad that this handsome man has the same fantasy as I have.
“I only want to meet you if you truly want it, but I know there are enough men who just want fast sex,” he warns me.
He sounds real, at least… I believe his concern for me right away.
We both think it is beautiful and bizarre how we already feel connected during our first chat. Especially finding each other on a wicked dating website for people already in a relationship.
“Who knows where we might end up,” he types.
I send a blushing smiley… He asks me the meaning of the emoticon. I tell him with honesty, that I was fantasizing where we could end.
“But let’s take it slow…” I say.
“Maybe… I was thinking the same?”
I am feeling warmer and warmer, how is this possible? This is our first chat and the way he makes me feel with just words, it must be special. It feels telepathic. He feels it too, we click, mentally.
“I want to know more about you already and I don’t know if I should say this, but I want to feel you…” he says with a blushing emoticon.
“It is a good thing that this is a chat. It would be difficult for me if I could hear or see you.”
He answers his own question at the exact same time I answer.
“To resist…” We both say.
Now I am the one who says: “who are you???”
We decide to cool down, because we want to take it slow.
“Let’s talk tomorrow, before we are virtually having sex,” he says.
“Let’s enjoy the moment we have and let us sleep on it.”
“Wow, you are exactly saying what I want to say and you type it the way I would do it.”
We both don’t want to stop chatting. My mind is still running wild. I promise him to write my thoughts down. For now, we say good night, because we are wise enough to know it is not healthy to continue chatting.
These are my thoughts:
It is weird, the way I am feeling now. I am full of desire for you. I don’t even know your name, it is just photos and our first chat. I… I want to take it slow, but inside I am melting. I want more… I am imagining we met in a cafe, that we had our chat real time… Next to each other. I wish I could have seen your face, to see if you feel what I feel. Feeling butterflies, making me crazy and getting caught in your gaze. Not knowing what is happening around us. But then again, we decided to take it slow. I just can’t help it. I feel so attracted to you, like a magnet. I want to touch you, touch your lips with my lips, kiss. My whole body, aroused. I don’t know if I can stop… If I kiss you now.
I will send him my thoughts tomorrow, when I feel the moment is right. I think he is already asleep now, but I still feel… Sexually aroused. In my mind I am making love to him. I can’t help touching myself. My husband turns around from his computer and sees me caressing my body. Like a good dog he fetches my toy. It is a fairy vibrator with a dildo attached to it. He sits next to the bed on his knees, begging me with puppy eyes to join me. I love how he is so submissive and allow him to lay with me, but to not touch me.
Inserting my sex toy, slowly into my vagina. Imagining it is my new-found lover’s penis. I am so full of desire. My whole body and mind are longing for him. I keep moving him inside me, faster and faster. The sounds my vagina is making… Soaking, so loud. Tears running down my face of ultimate pleasure.
My husband screaming: “No, no, you are thinking about him!”
“Yes, I am, I want him… He is inside me now! And there is nothing you can do about it, you better watch closely now,” I moan to him.
I can’t help wondering what expression he would make if he is on top of me now. I want to connect with him, to connect as one. Imagining his face, his eyes, his lips… I can’t hold it anymore. What is happening? I am squirting… Such an intense orgasm. My husband watches the show and climaxes too.
“I didn’t want to come, but look at all my sperm… I am so jealous, that the thought of him makes you squirt,” he says.
We hug each other. I kiss him and pet him on his head to thank him.
I rarely squirt, but this… This was total surrender. I have written down the naughty and daring thing I just did and maybe… Just maybe I send it to my lover too one day, but without mentioning my husband of course.
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