I had only been to Literotica chat a few times. My first time there I met someone, and quickly became involved in an intense affair. My husband showed no interest in me. I was lonely and wanted some kind of companionship, and maybe to release some sexual tension.
I enjoyed going to Literotica. The stories kept bringing me back; but in my loneliness, I soon became addicted to chat.
This particular night, I was waiting on my lover. He was my first, and I was still in that puppy dog crush stage. I was roaming the rooms in chat, talking with some familiar friends and meeting new ones. I'd had several PM's since signing on, telling them all politely no. I only pm'd with my lover. The screen turned yellow again; and there you were.
"Hi," your pm read. "Cute nick."
I was a little flabbergasted. I'd seen your nick before. I found it intriguing. I never saw you chat in public, so I figured you were always "busy". I was flattered, and a little excited, that you had noticed me. Breaking my rule about pm's, I answered you. I just felt compelled to know you.
"Hi," I responded, not sure of myself.
"Hello," came your reply. "Your nick and profile are very cute."
I was nervous, a little tense. I couldn't comprehend the feelings I was experiencing. My lover consumed me, day and night, and yet my heart was racing at the thought of knowing you.
We chatted lightly. Testing the waters. Exchanging A/S/L's, we found out we lived within an hour of each other. We laughed about it, but an image of being with a stranger, intimately, popped in my head.
"Does that scare you?" you teased.
"Naw, I've got a big dog." I answered laughing.
"Good, I like big dogs." you replied.
On the outside I chuckled about the situation. Inside my emotions were in turmoil. I really liked you. Liked the way we connected so easily. We had so much in common. Enjoyed the same music, same taste in movies. Before long we were saying the same things at the same time. I was growing so comfortable with you, and at the same time a little scared of the intense lust I was feeling.
You asked me if I would like to meet for lunch sometime. I figured you were joking, but these thoughts started invading my mind. What if we were to meet? What if the attraction I felt for you here carried over into real life? Would I be willing to risk all I hold sacred, my marriage and family, for the chance to put out this fire you started in me? I didn't have an answer to any of these questions. Not sure if you were serious, I answered playfully.