Let me just say one thing about me before I tell you anything else: I love cock.
I love everything about it. I love the texture, soft and velvety and so silky smooth. I love the taste, so virile and strong and potent. The smell...captivating and masculine. Every single one is unique and different, but equally beautiful to me. Kind of like a snowflake.
But the one thing that gets me more excited than any other thing regarding cocks combined is their ability to get erect. I love nothing more in this world than a good rock hard cock. I am absolutely amazed and in awe of the entire process. Seeing it go from lifeless and flaccid to a state of painful arousal, swollen and engorged and ready to fuck. I love knowing that if I treat that beautiful cock just right, give it just the right attention, then I'll get to cause the most breathtaking explosion of pearly white cum. It's like my own private 4th of July!
Unfortunately, I haven't had much personal experience with them. I've had my embarrassingly few lovers and then finally my husband, and we've been together for ten years. This has only served to feed my appreciation for cock, though. Let's face it, we really do want what we can't have. I am a loving, loyal wife...but I think about hard cock all the time. Whenever I see an attractive man, I wonder what it would take to make his cock strain against the confines of his jeans...to make it desperate to be sucked and fucked by me. That's what gets me the most. The thought that I could have the power to make a man's cock stand up and take notice, either by my looks, actions or even words. Why do you think I love to write erotica so much? One of the best feedbacks I ever got was just a simple thank you for an amazing orgasm. I tell you, I was on cloud nine all day after that.
Now, because of my fascination with all things erect, I have a wicked fixation with men masturbating. I had always wanted to see a man get painfully hard for me, then stroke that fucker until he was spurting hot cum everywhere.(preferably all over me!) But of course, I end up with a man that has no urge to stroke it at all, let alone for an audience. "Why bother," he asks, "I have you." Nevermind the fact that I think a man stroking it while thinking of me is the ultimate compliment that I could be given. No, that's not important at all.
So onward my fascination grew, and onward my love of self-gratified cocks continued unrequited. What was a lonely faithful girl to do? She discovers a beautiful word: webcam. Or shall I say that it discovered me?
It was a little over a week ago that I was found, idly observing some chat room discussions on my favorite site, Literotica. I don't even remember what room I was in, I could have still been in the main lounge for all I remember. I know that things were very slow that night, and nobody had anything interesting to talk about. I was just getting ready to log out, when all of a sudden a private message popped up.
"Do you like to watch men?" he asked me. Do I! I couldn't believe that somehow this question was aimed at me. It was like I'd been sitting in the sidelines my entire life, and the coach finally tapped me to join the big game. I couldn't respond quick enough.
"YES!" I shouted thru my cable modem. We began to talk lightly and a little playfully, and he asked if I'd like to view his webcam. Now, I'd heard of these, but since I'd never had my own, I wasn't really sure how they worked. I have a very old piece of crap computer, and I never bothered getting one because I knew it would be too much to handle. Plus, I've always been a little shy regarding my looks. Most men seem to want a tiny supermodel, and no one could accuse me of that profession. I'm comfortable in my skin, but not comfortable enough to broadcast it to hundreds of nameless faceless people. Well, not comfortable enough yet. Every day has been a growing and learning experience for me, so I'll never say never.