I think I might, in fact I do!
After my last Journey into that place between fantasy and reality, I thought I must try and resolve my doubts. I joined an internet chatroom, and got chatting to a young TV from the north of England. He asked me to call him my special little girl friend; we were just posting photos and messages to start.
As time passed she asked if she could e-mail me, at first I was unsure (my wife used the computer). I set up another e-mail alias on the computer, and agreed to her request. I explained that I was quite a bit older than she was, I sincerely hoped that this wouldn't matter. She replied that age didn't matter (she is 23) and that she probably needed a daddy to take her in hand. Some of the photos she sent me were absolutely fantastic, and I was getting more and more sure that I wanted to meet her. She asked me to get a bit more daring with my photos, so I went out and bought a selection of women's underwear. I posed for some photos, and was getting aroused not by wearing them but by what I was doing.
I was really being drawn into this fantasy world of mine, but this was a real person I was in contact with. Photos of me in women's panties moved on to almost full cross-dressed photos, I loved it.
We started chatting to each other thro IM's; I would have a picture of her in front of me as we chatted. There I was a married man chatting to some young TV who I hadn't seen, telling her what I would like to do to her. One photo she had mailed me was an upskirt shot, I told her what I would do if I were with her. I described how I would have put my head up between her thighs and moved her panties aside, and licked the crack between her buns finding her boy pussy with my tongue. I would then pull her panties down, turn her round and devour her clit in one.... My computer screen was red hot, my cock needed attention.
She asked if we could have phone sex, I was all for this as we would be in personal contact. We exchanged cell phone numbers, and arranged to text each other before phoning. The big day arrived we arranged a time, I couldn't wait. I kept thinking that my clocks had stopped, my wife was away for the weekend. Then my cell phone rang, it was her.
I asked her what she was wearing, my black party dress, white thong, and black fishnet stockings. Instant lust, we talked for what seemed hours. We described in minute detail what we were doing to each other. This was turning me on, here I was actually chatting to a real person. It was happening to fast, I thought I must slow down. She was saying how much she was enjoying me sucking and licking her clit, I asked her if she would like to fuck me. She then went into great detail of how she would use and abuse me if we ever met. I ended up a gibbering wreck, I needed to meet her.
I asked if we could meet, it seemed an age before she answered. YES, my heart leapt, my brain said no, my cum covered cock screamed YES, YES, YES. We arranged to meet in Staffordshire about halfway between London and her home town. The arrangement was to meet at the railway station as both our trains stopped there. That was easy wasn't it I thought, but what can I tell my wife.