A friend of mine had an experience with a new on-line lover and to I challenged her to record it in her own words.
This kind of play is new to her, but her description intrigued me so much that I insisted that she write it down. She came through with a brilliant piece and has graciously allowed me to publish, since, in her own words, "It may confuse my church friends to see this on the Parish newsletter."
"What I Did in the Bathroom"
by a friend
I could not stay at my desk another second! I could not answer one
more call. Or talk to another person. I had to stand up. And put on
a neutral face. And walk. All very tricky things when I am in the
midst of the most intense sexual experience in ages. Maybe ever.
The Way It Was
I'm a good girl. Not because I want to be, but because no one helps
me be bad. No one looks twice at me in real life except one old flame
who remembers what I looked like at 14. And online? I don't play
with strangers. They are interested in who I am, trying to crack the
mystery, dig up silly details, get photos I won't share. They tiptoe,
inch closer, until they are sure of their reception... and not
strangers anymore. I thought that was the only way.
But you changed me today. You lunged. You pounced. You revved me
right up. Even though you don't know me, or what I look like, yet you
knew what to do. Even if it wasn't your usual style... you found a
way. While I was at work in an open office with people all around me.
You made me forget where I was. And who I am. and do new things. I
was soaring... dripping... from your words. Damn you. Bless you.
You told me to go to the bathroom. Penetrate. Cum. Report.
I chose the "private" bathroom in the department across the hall. I
was going to disobey. I hate that word... Obey... didn't even say it
at my wedding! Said "Amuse" instead! Ha! I was going to do the
usual stuff and go back to my desk. Forget your order. Defy. I
washed my hands. I looked in the mirror. How can I not look
different? I feel different! Then I closed my eyes and remembered
your words. "Cum for me." That .gif... your tongue on my breast...my
neck bent back...you fucking my mouth with your hard, hot cock. Your
hips rolling toward me. Arrrgh! I tried to shut you out. I have work
to do! But you were there with me. Over me. Pressing me...touching
me... surrounding me with your arms and your legs... your mouth and
your hands on me... teasing me, torturing... yes. I am so bad and
this is so good.
I don't touch myself. Need to learn. But haven't. Usually use my
mind. But I sat on the edge of sink. You convinced me to use my
hand... to reach down, inside my clothes. To put two fingers down my
slit, teasing my swollen lips... flicking my clit... mmmm... then
lower.. deeper... inside. So wet. One finger... NOT ENOUGH... two
fingers... mmmm.... Oh... that's causing my body to react. Squirming
again... head back... breathing hard... biting my lip... whimpering...
need more room. So I spread for you... clothes too tight... roll
down, exposed, and twisting against the sink until...
I started to shake all over. That means I am very close. Fingers
moving faster...in/out/in/out. Hey this works! Other hand inside my
shirt, pinching a hard nipple. Like you would? Think of you
watching... smiling... smoldering, crooning, "Do it. Let go. You look
so hot. I want to be the first one to see it all... do it!" Arrgh...
"I am going to fuck you next..." My brain shut off... I soared.
Big smile. Relaxed. Pull it together. Go back to work. Forget
about it. Feeling very bad. But very good. Grateful. Puzzled. Why
would he do that? Will he do it again? Will I? Could it be even
better? Crap... will he blog about it? Is that good or bad? What
kind of girl am I now?
Damn it. Can't stop thinking about it! Can't work. Gotta write.
Get it out of my head. Phones. People asking questions. Arrgh!
Must write! Find a small gift to attach...okay two... hmmm... done.
Still can't get it out my head. Drat. Yum.
Sending. Half excited, half terrified. Be kind.