Emma
Dear Owen,
I feel the chill of the dark room as I slip out from under the covers, sliding my panties off and ambling around a pile of clothes to the other side of the bed. Reaching under the duvet, I start to run my fingertips gently along his soft warm member. It responds obediently to my touch, stiffening as he dreams. In the dark, I imagine it’s you, snuggled naked in my bed, unaware of the blood rushing to your groin. Once he’s fully erect, I take his tip into my mouth, softly running my tongue along his shaft and soaking him with my saliva. He stirs but doesn’t wake, and I close my eyes to savor the warm flesh between my lips. Sweet sticky drips emerge like candy from his tip. Thinking back on the words you crafted for me, my pussy is flooded, pulsing with desire. I straddle him in the dark and guide him inside me. I want to feel your hands on my cheek, your kiss on my breast, I want you to fill me with your manhood and use me for your pleasure.
“Emma? What are you… oh… oh wow…”
I shush him with my finger and start to slide up and down on his erection. He moans, fully awake now, and I shush him again. I put his hands on my breasts in the dark, conjuring your fingers as they pinch my stiff nipples. I grind my clit against the base of his cock and squeeze him tight inside me. Before long, my pace accelerates, and I build toward a climax. When I cum, I bite back the words in my throat: Oh yes, Owen, fuck me!
I tug on his thigh, signaling him to get on top. He rolls me over and starts to thrust. Laying there in the dark, legs spread wide as he penetrates me, I can hear your words, beckoning me toward ecstasy. My fingers orbit my clit, and I start to cum again, contracting my dripping cunt as waves of pleasure flow through me. “Oh baby. . . cum for me. . .” I squeeze him tight and hear him grunt as he shoots his load inside me.
He holds still for a minute, breathing hard, and then rolls off me. Moments later, he’s asleep. I trundle back under the covers and run my fingertips along my tender vulva. Dipping a finger inside, I lift a drop of his cum to my lips and fantasize about being showered in ropes of your thick, hot sperm.
Talk again soon?
Emma xx
Owen
“That’s it, I have to meet her in person!” I exclaim as I enter the living room.
“Are you talking about Emma again?” asks my roommate, Olivia, amused.
“Yeah. You should see the message she just sent me. She’s literally begging me to come rescue her from her boyfriend and fuck her brains out. Look.”
I toss her my iPad and head into the kitchen to make coffee. Emma and I have been messaging for a couple of months now, and it has been the hottest ‘relationship’ of my life, even though the physical aspect of it has technically involved only my hand. I had no idea how erotic cybersex could be. Her exhibitionism certainly helps. The photos she sends me are unbelievable.
More importantly, I’ve told her things I’ve never told anyone else. When something good happens, I find myself pulling out my phone to message her. That’s when I knew I had to be with her. We even live in the same city! Of course, she has a boyfriend, but I know she wants me. I just need to convince her to take the leap.
“Oh shit, Owen, check this out,” Olivia calls from the living room.
Rushing from the kitchen, I grab my iPad back and see there’s a new message.
“P.S. I think it’s time we meet.”
Emma
His face lights up as he spots me across the bar. I hold up two glasses of wine and nod toward a table in the window. My stomach is fluttering like a teenager's—I can’t believe it’s really him. He’s in a soft green sweater and black jeans that show off his strong calves. His smile is even brighter in person, standing out from a short-cropped beard and dark wavy hair.
If he’s nervous, he hides it well. Owen is playful and charming, and I can’t take my eyes off him. The wine eases the vertigo that comes with meeting a stranger I already know so intimately.
I place a hand on his bicep, laughing at one of our stupid jokes. He pulls me close to evade a stumbling waiter. Surrounded by strangers, I kiss him, relishing my first taste of him. Then I reach between his legs and whisper into his ear: “I need you inside me.”
Owen
“Oh, yes… Emma… Mmm…”
I’m backed against the wall in my bedroom, jeans pulled partway down my thighs and shirt unbuttoned. Kneeling in front of me, Emma tugs her dress down to expose her breasts. My cock is deep in her mouth as her hands caress my balls. Her dark, intelligent eyes lock onto mine while her red lips slide extravagantly up and down my shaft. My muscles stiffen, and I reach to hold the side of her head while she pleasures me. Months of foreplay and her agile tongue are making it hard not to cum already. I hold her head still for a moment, catching my breath, and she smiles knowingly up at me.
“You were about to cum, weren’t you?” She squeezes my shaft, making me shudder.
“No way,” I lie, pulling her up for a kiss.
She shimmies her dress down over her hips, hooking her panties with her thumbs on the way past. In one, enthralling motion, she’s naked. My eyes drink her in. Through photos, I have already memorized every inch of her skin, from the swell of her breasts to her flat stomach and round hips. She spins slowly for me, knowing how long I’ve craved this moment.
With her back turned, she leans forward, resting her elbows on the end of my bed, and gives me a full view of her perfect ass and smooth pink pussy. I drop to my knees behind her and run my tongue along the length of her slit. She whimpers and spreads wider for me. She tastes like heaven, and I bury my face in her folds, sucking at her sex and circling her clit with my tongue.
My beard is slick with her juices as I kiss her vulva. I kneel there for long minutes, relishing the way she responds to my touch and moans into the mattress. Eventually, I stand up, grasp her hips, and start to fuck her. My shaft slides in smoothly and I reach for her breast, cupping her soft flesh in my hand as I thrust.
