As I sit here, sipping my coffee; Waiting breathlessly for you, I think back to my dreams, how the passions had risen to such a fevered pitch. The “uh-oh” of ICQ rings in my ears and shakes me out of my daydream. A soft smile playing on my lips, I see it is you on my Q. I type:
"G’day"
and ask
"how was your night?”
You reply:
"It was good. How did you sleep Angel?”
"Very well Baby; I had the most interesting dreams last night. I must say they were very wickedly delicious.”
Knowing that I have caught your attention, I wait for you to enquire about my dreams. You probe me for details, but I reply giggling softly:
"Oh no! You have to go to work Baby, I will tell you about them this evening.”
"But Angel, you won’t tell me anything?”
"You have to go to work Love, and there will be more than plenty of time this evening.”
"That’s not fair you know.”
"Mmmmm... I know love, but then, you know it’s more fun that way."
Our conversation is polite and short, as they are every morning before you must leave to go to work. Our exchanges are brief, but the feelings expressed are immeasurable. Snickering and thinking to myself: “I always love the way he calls me Angel.”
We take time to exchange pleasantries, and I promised, that evening I would tell you about my dreams. You sigh telling me you have to be off to work. Bid me a fond farewell, and that you will see me at the regular time.
I reply:
"Ringing me anytime; after 8 is always safe.”
“I love you Angel and I’m thinking of you.”
“I love you more Baby.”
“Sighs...I’m gone”
“Bye Baby!!!! You have a most wonderful day at work. Please be careful getting there!”
Sitting back after you disappear, I down my last swallow of coffee, thinking of events past as I have let myself grow so close to you. My days and thoughts filled with nothing more. The tenderness you show stirs something in me I’ve not felt for so long. You fill my soul and my heart, at times it feels as if it would burst with the closeness we’ve shared.
He’s a kind man with a soft soul. Gentle by nature, but easy to rouse as well. He stands roughly about 6’3”, strong and protective with very stout build. He’s got the most gorgeous eyes and a smile that would make any woman melt. The dimples... oh gawd he has the cutest dimples too, I am always telling him I would love to run my tongue across them... And it never fails to make him blush. His hair is dark, cut short and a nicely trimmed beard. A deep resonate voice, it always made me wonder how he could talk so soft and gentle.
I am 5’7” with a medium build, I wouldn’t say that my figure would win an award, but I wouldn’t scare anyone either. I have hazel eyes and red hair. I tend to smile a lot and love to laugh. He loves to try to make me blush and does a pretty good job of it to. I consider myself to be pretty plain compared to some, but I think I make up for it with my personality.
We talk quite a lot on the microphone in a vocal chat. He whispers ever so softly in my ear, the words for me alone. The tender caresses and passionate kisses, affect me in ways I thought could never be. Gawd, I couldn’t count the times I would leave the computer so wet. His voice always soft and affectionate, as he would tell me things he would love to do. I could hear my breath as it would rise to his words. We always talk of our wants and desires, our dreams and of our realities, the things that go on in our everyday real lives. Gawd knows how much we have laughed at ourselves for the silliest of things, and cried as our emotions swept us up in this torrid life online.
Sitting back reminiscing on times back. I smile, as I remember the first night we cybered. Now I know it was not the first time for me, and I don’t think it was for him either. I think we were both just very nervous. Both of us wanting so much to please the other, and yet wanting to be pleased ourselves. The tender caresses and passionate kisses, affected me in ways I thought could never be. We’ve been together for a couple of months now. We’ve always teased and passed flirtatious play with one another but never went so far as to cyber.
“Patience is a virtue.” I would say, but damn at times my patience was running out quickly. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. When we finally stepped those bounds, it became something I will cherish forever. The things I felt when we were together that night seemed endless. The things he made me feel, had me breathlessly panting on this end. At the time I worried more if he felt the same. I remember so vividly how it began.
We were both eager to touch, but hesitant. You would think “hell online they do not see you.” but the feelings are real; they’re there, you know. There are those who don’t feel the words as we do. Feel the passion as it rises slowly to its crescendo, and then the feeling of coming down from that particular high.
We snuggled up in each others arms whispering sweet, loving words to each other. It all seem to start as a game, we had a pillow fight. Laughing I remember him hitting me with a bean bag chair as the little white Styrofoam beads went everywhere. I ran quickly as I could to the bathroom and him catching me. He scooped me in his strong arms tossing me over his shoulder, and whisked me away to the bedroom. Taking me from his shoulder, he laid me upon the bed, lying beside me and looking into my eyes and truly seeing my soul. His stare was long and deep. No words passed, we just looked deeply into each others eyes. He smiled at me and as I smiled back felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I cast my eyes elsewhere blushing furiously.
He touched my face gently with his fingertips brushing them against my cheek as he reached down to kiss me lightly on my lips. The kiss was soft and passionate, I felt his hand brush down my neck, and along my shoulder to my upper arm as he pulled me too him and deepened the kiss. My heart lurched, as my body responded to his kiss.
The gentlest of touches sending my skin into fits of electrical delight. I began to feel like I was on fire. I could feel the nervousness of his touch, as I am sure he felt the same in me. It was too late to stop then, we had gone too far now. His hand moved slowly to my shirt, unbuttoning it with slow graceful moves as he worked his way down. The last button gave way to his fingers, and he brushed my shirt aside exposing my chest.
The kiss broke. He looked down and watched as he traced his fingers across my chest. I sucked in my breath as his finger brushed carelessly beneath the edge of my bra. I closed my eyes and let out a long, soft sigh. My whole body shivered as I relaxed under his touch. I could feel the warmth of his fingers caressing me, as they worked there way further under my bra line. His finger tips lightly brushing over my nipples as they hardened and swelled under his tender missives. I purred softly under my breath.
I thought to myself: “I wondered how a man can make me desire him so? Why does my body seem to have a mind of its own when he is with me?” These questions whirled through my head, and as soon as he touched me, everything blurred into one massive emotion. Everything poured into feelings and emotions, his soft words and touch unlocked my deepest desires.
I feel his hand brushing over the top of my bra, reaching and finding the front clasp. The clasp gave under his nimble fingers; I felt my bra snap open. The confines of the material eased, my breasts fell free. I glanced to see him smile tenderly, as he gazed down at my breasts brushing his hand lightly across my chest, back and forth. He tweaked my nipples, pulling them up as he twisted them between his fingers. I’m lost in his touch as I gasped softly for a breath, my body trembled.