I come into our chat room, and see him with another woman. His words are arousing, seductive, sexy as he plays with her.
My heart races, knowing this is part of our arrangement. That cybering sexually with others is just part of the game. But this time, my lust boils over, and I interrupt him. I tell him to meet me in our private chat room. He agrees, and I exit out of one site and click into another.
I wait in a private room, one for only two people, and shortly he appears. As he enters, I type furiously, feeling such a tangle of emotions I don't know where to begin. I tell him what I am doing, and as I type, one emotion clearly separates itself from the others; jealousy. Pure, unadulterated, full blown green eyed jealously.
I grab his shirt in my fists, shoving him against the wall, flattening myself against him. I kiss him ferociously, my tongue plunging into his mouth, searching for his tongue, finding it, biting it with my teeth. He responds to my aggressiveness with his own. turning us so my back is against the wall, his hard chest crushing me into it.
I tell him exactly what my body would be doing, what I would be feeling as he takes me. Its a hard, brutal, possessive kiss. He describes how he is sucking my tongue, kissing me almost savagely. How he feels my passion, my lust, my need for him obliterating everything, everyone else.
I describe how my nipples are puckered and hard, poking him in the chest as he kisses me. He tells me he is sucking my sexy full bottom lip. I do the same, then I bite his lip, hard enough to draw blood.
He pulls away suddenly, telling me he is gazing into my eyes, searching for what I am feeling. The intensity of our conversation is taking my breath away. I feel like the house could burn down around me and I would not move away from him, from the screen, from his words, his thoughts, his emotions.
He describes how he shoves me back, pushing me to the floor. I tell him how I land, on my bottom, legs spread wide apart, my nightgown riding up my long legs, bunching around my waist. I write how my cunt is dripping wet with arousal, lust, desire. We tell each other how hot we are, how the blood lust is surging in our veins, our words perfectly matched, completing each others sentences at times.
Telling me he is lying down on top of me, he describes his body. How rock hard his cock is between my legs, rubbing up against my plump, swollen pussy lips, his heart thundering in his chest as the lust builds. I picture him there with me, his strong male body covering mine as I look into his eyes, searching them, wanting to see what I feel reflected back to me in his.
He paints a picture of him above me, a drop of blood gathering on his lip where I bit it. The scarlet drop slowly drips down from his mouth to mine, and I can almost taste it. I savor the saltiness of it, and I describe how I would lick it off my lip, my soft pink tongue darting out, arousing, inflaming him further.
He tells me how he would take his iron hard cock in his fist, rubbing it along my wet slit, coating himself with my honeyed female juices. I tell him how I respond, my hips arching up towards him, my body begging for his possession.
He continues, telling me how he enters me, a hard, rough, forceful drive into me, plunging into my depths until our pubic hair is meshing together. Holding himself there, his powerful hands gripping me tight I feel it in my heart, feel him buried inside me, his male to my female, a glorious act of love and lust.
