We met online. When we first started talking, I really wasn't looking for a relationship. I had been scanning he pages of pictures people put up when I came across hers. I thought she was gorgeous. So I left her a little comment telling her that. I moved on along through the pictures, looking for something to masturbate to when I was notified that I had received a message. Not sure who it was from, I ignored it for a bit, figuring it was probably someone spamming the site with ads for cheep Viagra or some kind of supposedly free porn site.
After spending another ten or fifteen minutes looking through the site, and not really finding anything that got me going, I decided to move onto another site to get off on. Just as I was about to close the page, I remembered the message that was sent. I decided that I should go ahead and delete it before I moved on. After a click or two, I saw that it was a message from the woman I had commented on. The subject line simply said "thank you".
I clicked open the message and she told me how flattered she was about what I had said, and that she had added a couple new pictures if I cared to look at them. And is exactly what I did. The new additions were some of the greatest I had ever seen. Within seconds, my cock became as hard as petrified wood and I was slowly stroking myself. I picked up the pace and was soon cumming harder than I had in years. After cleaning myself up, I left her another comment on her new pictures and responded to her message telling her in a bit more detail how much I liked them, and then I was off to bed.
The next evening, I was feeling a little horny again, so I returned to the site. A new message was waiting for me. She was very flattered about my new comments and my response to her of what I did. She told me about a couple more pictures she posted and would be waiting for my opinion of them. Just like before, I was very turned on by them and was cumming.
This went on for a couple weeks. She would tell me about some new pictures. I would view them and cum. Then I would comment on them and then tell her a few details of how much I enjoyed them. Then we began to actually talk to one another. Not just about pictures, but about each other. Things we liked. Things we didn't like. Music. Movies. Books. Though, both of us were being very careful about the more personal information about ourselves... At least, at first we did.
The more we talked, the more we shared about ourselves. Three weeks went by. Every night we would spend hours sending messages back and forth, growing closer with each sentence we typed out. She told me her name was Alyssa and then she asked me about myself. I told her that my name was Mac and that I was a bit on the heavy side.
Almost an hour went by with no response. I figured that after she found out that I was heavy, she lost interest in me. Then a response finally came. She first apologized for taking so long to get back to me. She wasn't used to the message system of the site and didn't really notice I had responded. Then she said that she didn't care that I was heavy, and that she was a bit on the heavy side as well. Which I did know since I had seen her pictures and came while looking at them many times before. She then asked me if I had an IM so we could talk back and forth without having to wait for one of us to notice a message and then wait for a full response.
I had some problems with IM's in the past. AIM didn't like my computer and YAHOO would always go belly up on me. She suggested that I try MSN, and that's what I did. After a quick download and setting up my account, I was ready to go. I sent her my IM screen name and hoped that it would work. I signed in and a few moments later, I had a request to add a friend. It was Alyssa. I added her and we began to talk. 5 minutes went by and it worked. 10 minutes and still working. 15, 20, 30 minutes and all was well.
We stayed up till almost 2 am just talking and enjoying each other's company. She was curious about what I looked like, so I told her that I would send her an email with some pictures of myself. We finished talking and said our goodnights. As she went off to bed, I stayed up a bit longer and went through all the pictures I had of me to find the best ones to send. I decided on some of the more artistic style shots of me, like the one that is only lit by the flame of my lighter as I lit up a cigarette.