Warning: this is not a story, just a single scene.
I met Ronald here, on Lit, about three years ago. I was flipping through the boards, stumbled on an "In Three Words" game where people for the most part were talking about their day, "bored to death", "time to sleap", these sort of things. I was new, not really familiar with the format, so decided to flirt a little and to take things in a bit more interesting direction by offering somebody a blindfold. And then something unexpected happened: I got a reply from a different person who in two moves turned the things around and we took it zero to sixty really fast. That day we ended up roleplaying the whole thing all the way through aftercare right there on the board in three word sentences. It was hot. Exciting. Refreshing.
All his responses hit exactly the right spots and I wanted more. Apparently, he did too as he PMed me right after. We started talking and never really stopped. Three years is a significant time even for the real life connections, for the online ones, that tend to move much faster, it's a lifetime.
So, this is for you, my friend. Maybe one day it will be our reality.
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"Was it good baby?"
The voice came through the fog, my head still buzzing and the whole body shaking with occasional aftershocks.
"Yes it was. Still is. Thank you..."
I closed my eyes to revel in the pure pleasure filling my body, but you would not let me slip away this easy: a sharp flick on my nipple made me cry out from an unexpected sensation and my body reaction told you all you needed to know. I arched, my head automatically going back and my clit pushing against your hand that was still there.
"You want more?"
There was laughter in your voice: by now you knew that I always wanted more, the real question was if I could take it.
"Yes... No? ... Maybe a bit later?"
It was so hard to say no! And I knew that you could bring me over again, but the mere thought of anything, let alone a vibe, touching my abused clit was terrifying.
"Ok, later it is."
But you could not resist the temptation of pressing on my clit and seeing me simultaneously wincing in pain (the poor thing was so sore!!) and moaning in pleasure, arching and not finding your hand anymore. How can one feel relief and frustration at the same time? My head was begging for a break, but my body was reacting to you as if the night was still young and we did not spend almost an hour making a complete mess out of the bed.
This time the head won: I rolled over to get away from your hands then sat up.
"Your turn!"
"My turn of what, baby?"
Nope, not telling you! You will know soon enough of what!!