A little disclaimer first. This was posted as a blog on a page I started for my erotica.
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So I've been visiting family the last couple weeks. I had a few days with nothing to do and somewhere along the line, I decided to start this Erotica page. I had written the New Neighbor story for a site called xxxxxx. It was fun writing it but I never had much motivation to write another one and I thought starting this page might give me that extra push.
Pretty much the first day I started this, I had a few new friends, some were just 'hot chick' pages like suicide girls and 666chicks. But a few were actual people too and I started trading a few messages with them, so I knew they were real. I even received a couple requests right away. I am still working on a couple, but one took off pretty easily an quickly. I was getting a great response from the woman who requested it so it inspired to keep going with it.
That turned into the Chance Encounter story. She wanted a story about two strangers meeting and there is that immediate chemistry and lust there and... I had to fill in the rest. Of course they were going to fuck. Eventually. It was an Erotica story after all - which is just a pretty word for written porn, isn't it?
I wrote three of the little chapters and so far o was fairly slow, drawn out tension of the man and woman circling each other and figuring out a way to meet. It was a lot like a night out with very physical dancing, maybe some intense kissing, then hours of foreplay... and meanwhile both your heads are screaming "I just want to fuck this person already... enough foreplay!"
So I tried to step it up in the fourth section, then the story got back to her place so it was finally on. And I released all that tension in a quick wham-bam up against the wall, bang session. No love-making here.
So I finished the story, at least to that point. I got a response from the woman who requested it saying something like "Wow... You got it going on... You actually made me cum... I will sleep good tonight..." That was all I was really waiting to hear. It turns me on to know that I got that reaction.
Well, we kept trading messages the next day, talking more about ourselves now than the story. And it was pretty obvious we had a little chemistry of our own going. So, were we going to act on it, or just let that stranger in the story pass like we normally do?
She lives nearby but I am only here for a few more days now, so I told her if we were going to get together that tonight (last night) would be my only chance. And that was the truth. I had plans for every other day and three days later, I would be on a plane. I think she was leaving work or was not able to sign on for awhile. I was about to be leaving for the night too, so I took a chance and sent her my cell phone number saying that we might not get another chance to talk online, so if there's any chance you can get together tonight, give me a call.