There are times when I look back with shock at the mediocrity of my life and how emotionally invested I become in the most trivial of things. On this particular morning I am about to recount, I was toruturing myself over such an experience. I had stayed up the majority of the night working on spreadsheets that weren't worth the sleep I had given up. But yet I was compelled to complete them.
And so it goes when I'm in such dire straits that complete reversals of fortune smile upon my countenance: suddenly my cyber love was online. it was a good morning indeed from that moment on. We engaged in the most playful, flirtatious chat - alive and playful. I felt schoolgirl giddish and giggly, wanting in vain to be disobedient and naughty. And I indulged.
Spreadsheets forgotten, all concept of time vanished and I became enrapt with my online love, wanting terribly to please him the way he pleased me. My pussy was already wet, my mouth beginning to pout, and my breasts beginning to feel sensuously full and sumptuous. In my mind's eye, I began to undress him, caress his solid body luxuriously, making his nipples and penis erect, his mind racing with lusty thoughts of what corporal acts I would perform upon him. Again as I had imagined so many times before, I tasted his sex, his essence, loving him tenderly at first, kissing softly, licking delicately, delicously, then sucking with such a fervor until I hear him groan and we both cum in unison.
And as my fantasy plays in fast forward in my mind, my lover waits online as I take the pictures he's requested of me. I'm on fire. Goddamn this is the best fucking morning I've had in years.
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