All people in this story are 18 or over
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James Porter was tired of being a virgin. Here he was a grown man -- twenty-four -- and the closest he ever got to getting laid was feeling up Valerie Martino. But Valerie came from a strict Catholic family and she was adamant that she would not have sex until she was married. She'd even signed a parish-sponsored purity pact with God, which James, who was also raised Catholic, thought was ludicrous.
Valerie moved away to go to college. James never found out which one. She never said goodbye; one day she was there, the next she wasn't. Her parents always hung up on him when he called her home. The last time, her father threatened to have him arrested. He never called the Martino home again.
James didn't think he was bad looking. He'd measured his erect penis several times. A little over seven inches. He showered daily, wore deodorant, and sometimes wore cologne. He had a good job and wore nice clothes. He implored an attractive (but unfortunately married) female co-worker to bluntly tell him, as a woman, if she saw anything wrong with him.
"Nothing as far as I can tell," she said confused.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
he thought.
He had grown tired of masturbating to Internet porn. Then he came across Literotica.com. James was stunned.
These are ordinary people writing sex stories and getting published online for the world to see!
He became an avid reader of the site. He fantasized himself in raunchy adventure after raunchy adventure as he masturbated to orgasm.
Then he came up with a plan.
Wait a sec! There has to be thousands of female members around the country. This is Chicago. There has to be at least one horny woman in this fucking city on the site who is willing.
Later that night, he decided on a plan. He would write a story about his frustrations. He would create a fictional character which was him. He registered at the website, and for five days, he wrote and rewrote and rewrote. Every one of his sexual frustrations were poured into the six-page story. Once a volunteer editor proofread it and her suggestions were implemented, he submitted it. The lady even gave him words of encouragement, adding that if the pic he'd sent her was real, she'd gladly "pop his man cherry" and extended an invitation for him to "cum down south."
"I don't have the money to fly up there," she said. "It sucks because I'd love to cum to/for you."
A few days later, the sad story of William Adams of Chicago went up on the Literotica site. And although he was not religious anymore, he prayed.
After two days, he'd gotten a few positive comments on his story and his writing ability. But they were from guys saying they could sympathize with William. Then a poster sent him a private message. And it was a woman! ChicagoVixenV was her username. She said she loved the story! He thanked her in his reply.
Then he got another private message.
In many ways, my frustrations were worse than yours. I won't go into details yet.
I was a virgin until I was nineteen. I saved myself for marriage. Then I got married. And within six months, I found that the bastard I'd saved myself for was cheating on me! I dumped him and I got the marriage annulled. As soon as it was official, I whored out like crazy for over two years. I love all kinds of sex, but now I'm responsible with it.
If being a virgin is your problem, I'd like to help you. But I think that's just the tip of the iceberg. And I think I can help there, too.
I'm serious... "William." In confidence, I'm giving you my cell phone number. Call me.
-- V
James was stunned, but wary. Why did she put his false name in quotes? He held his iPhone and stared at it for over three minutes like it would answer back to him.
Oh, to
hell with it! No risk, no reward,
he thought as he nervously dialed the number. A sexy-sounding female voice answered.
"Hello?"
"H-hello, is this ChicagoVixenV?" he asked.
