I'm home alone, yet horny. If I was single, I would be straight down to the bar on the prowl for a quick hookup. But there is a ring on my finger, so, not an option.
I close the curtains and turn on the VPN. In the mood for the familiar, I look up Jordi, my favourite porn star. He is young and athletic and, of course, well-endowed, but he is also unfailingly respectful, and he focuses on the woman's pleasure.
I watch him undress. How many times have I seen that cock? I know every inch of his naked body. I've seen him cum in mouths, in pussies, in the open air. I've seen him approach orgasm. I know how his facial expressions change when he is close, the most open and vulnerable a man can ever be.
I feel like I know the man personally and yet, of course, it is an illusion. If I actually met him in Starbucks, the spell would probably be broken. They say you should never meet your heroes. I conclude I would meet him for an hour in the bedroom but not for dinner. My husband and I have a joke, 'Who is on your free pass list?' I could turn a blind eye to my husband straying with, what was her name, Sabrina? If, of course, I got an hour with Jordi. But I'd only want to break bread with my man.
I close my eyes and slip my fingers into my pyjama bottoms. I begin to stroke my clit gently. I need some visual stimuli, so I freeze the screen. My screen crush is on his back and getting hard as his...well, they are working so, technically, his colleague...is working his erection up with her hand. She's hot too, a twenty-something Asian with smooth black hair, which helps.
Look at that cock! It's long and hard, beautifully cut. Oh, I could just ride that til it snapped. I'm stroking with my fingers and I can feel I'm starting to wetten, but I'm going to need a dildo tonight. I pause and hurry to the toy box under the bed. There's old faithful. I keep it off, for now. I go back to diddling. I press gently at my lips with the toy while my fingers stroke inside.
Back to the movie. I watch her suck that tasty cock. I close my eyes and give my dildo a suck, but it's not the same. Too plastic. Not throbbing, the way a really hard one does. Still diddling, though, and now it's time to ramp it up. I reach down with the toy in my hand and flick it on. That's better. That's warming me up. I'm in the mood for oral tonight, so I switch toys and pull out my suction dildo, then I squeeze some lube onto my fingers...it's getting messy down there, but who cares?