"You aren't real and I'm not playing anymore." Lori finally recognized and accepted all the signs of a scammer setting his trap and finally said goodbye.
All she needed to do was Google, "Word With Friends and Google Hangouts," and the stories of lonely women 50 plus getting swindled out of retirement funds and lifelong savings came pouring forth. The signs were all there: poor spelling and grammar, asking odd questions, staying away from sexy talk, never having answers for the questions being asked, etc.. She learned, confronted, blocked and wanted to move on. She knew intellectually she was talking to a Nigerian gang of scammers but it still hurt.
Lori's libido turned back on, seemingly on its own, after enduring a 16 year sexless marriage. She awoke to discover it wasn't that she didn't want sex, she just didn't want sex from her husband. Once the longing set in, it was hard to subdue. Lori is incredibly independent and used to taking care of business. She's managed the household, the kids and kept the family afloat on her salary for years. She longed for a real connection with a real person but wasn't sure of how to go about finding it. And then her friend Kathy, also in her early 50's, let her know about her new lover and how they met through an online personal classifieds ad.
Of course! Online personals. What could possibly go wrong? She browsed through ads promising to lick kitties, guaranteed orgasms, 9 inch cocks, and offers to explore her ass and to stretch it out. Lori wasn't even sure what all the terms meant. She was constantly looking up meanings to FWB, HWP, MWM, BBC, cuckolds/bulls, BDSM and MILF's. She tried responding to promising ads. She sent two messages out and waited for a whole half hour before she gave up and wrote her own ad.
Lori wanted to share the sexy stories from her pre-married life. She wanted others to know about her sex-positive sexuality and how she sat naked on a motorcycle in her manfriend's (boyfriend sounds stupid when you are talking about someone 23 years your senior) garage and how he introduced her to toys and light kink. She wanted to tell someone about the time she and another manfriend fucked in his kitchen in front of the sliding glass door that reflected perfectly into the living room where his friend was sitting. Lori and Gary were playing out the scene the three of them had just watched on screen. Where he was behind and she was bending over on her tiptoes and he was perfectly entering her with ball slapping accuracy. She wanted to relive the time she sat in a hot tub with two men and how the three of them played with each other at the same time. She wanted to tell someone about the time she sat in the back of the movie theater and let a man bring her to climax during the viewing of "Oh Brother Where Art Thou." He started playing with her during the siren scene and she came when the Soggy Bottom Boys were singing, "A Man of Constant Sorrow."
She wanted someone to know that sex was important to her and she wanted to get her sexy-self back. She wanted to be connected to a man. She wanted to feel orgasms, and the rush of ejaculate in her mouth and she wanted someone to care about her mundane world too. She wanted to share. She wanted to take that little ember glowing inside her and nurture it to a slow and steady burn. She couldn't wait for others to respond back. She needed to place her own ad and so she did.
She didn't know how to ask for what she wanted but she did her best and after looking at over 30 responses she landed on 3 and one easily rose to the top. His name was Jeff. He lived about 3 hours away, was married but like her was living without the warm burn of a sexy someone special.
They started writing to each other and in their own way they found friendship and connection and soon enough their stories became about them coupling and less and less about past experiences. And by writing out their own future sex scenes they learned what they each liked and how they wanted to be treated.
Lori learned she was submissive and liked being with a man in control. She learned that she loved intense sensations and she wanted things to be done to her. She was able to articulate how she wanted to be a cherished toy brought out on special occasions to be used and enjoyed. She wanted sex toys in her life and someone to master them on her.
Lori and Jeff wrote "you and me stories", back and forth. Sometimes they would start a new scene, other times they finish each other's scene and sometimes they would rewrite what the other wrote to make it fit better with what they wanted. Here is an email Lori wrote to Jeff after corresponding for several months and still having never met:
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