While pretending he was her Daddy or the long-lost grandfather she never had, Kimberly roleplayed with a stranger, a much older man that she met online.
Something she'd normally wouldn't do, would never do, she'd never meet a stranger she met on the Internet in person. That's just crazy and a good way to put herself in harm's way. Yet, with them seemingly hitting it off in their many online correspondences, e-mails, and long chatroom sessions, Kim was thinking about taking the chance that their sexy talk could lead to romance. She knew it sounded crazy with him so very much older than her but what if he's the one?
What if she discounted him because of their differences in age and made a horrible mistake? With her only 23-years-old and with Walter, 66-years-old, he was not only old enough to be the father she never had, he was old enough to be the grandfather she never had either. Yet, already deciding her fate, in the back of her mind, she had already decided to meet this much older man who she had been corresponding with online for several weeks.
It was a big risk to leave her home and leave her state to meet a man she didn't know and had never met, but he seemed so nice. In all of the funny, sexy, and sincere things he wrote to her, he seemed so perfect. Perhaps he'd be the Daddy she never had. Perhaps, he'd be the grandfather she never had. Perhaps, he'd be her Daddy and Pappy both rolled into one. Perhaps, he'd be her boyfriend, her lover, her Daddy, and her Pappy all rolled into one.
'Wow,' she thought excited about finally having an older man in her life.
Then again, with him more than forty-years older than her, she could be making a big mistake by agreeing to meet him. Then again, if she decided not to meet him in person, perhaps, she'd forever regret her decision for the rest of her life. Instead of looking fit and trim in the way that most men her age did, he could be fat, bald, and wrinkled. He could look old, wicked old. He could have no teeth. He could have a limp dick. What would she do with him then, if he looked like that and couldn't even get an erection?
"Eww," she said for no one to hear while imagining his flaccid prick.
Having told her so very much about himself, he had already voluntarily confessed more than any man her age or older had ever freely admitted. Feeling as if she could trust him, she liked the fact that he seemed so openly honest. Different from any man she had ever met, most men aren't that forthcoming with personal information, especially when it comes to past romantic relationships. Always hiding something, a girlfriend or a wedding ring, most men don't reveal private things about themselves that this man had already expressed early on and right from the start.
With them obviously feeling perversely perverted and self-conscious about their sexual peccadilloes, most men don't confess their deepest, darkest sexual fantasies in the way he already had. Most men are only looking for sex and nothing more. Along with the personal tidbits about him, he included hints about his sexual fantasies, something that no other man had done with her so early in their relationship. He included some of the sexy, sexual things that he'd love to do to her naked body, should he ever have the lucky chance to meet her. She reciprocated by telling him some of the sexy, sexual things that she'd like to do with him and his naked, erect prick, should she ever have the lucky chance to meet him.
She had never met a man who was so openly honest in his sexuality. He literally blew her mind with all that he shared. Not apologizing for lusting over her, he wrote things in such a way that made her feel sexy instead of dirty. In the way that younger men may her feel when not calling her after she had sex with them, he made her feel like a wanted and desired woman instead of an unwanted and undesired whore. As if he was her king and she was his princess, he made her feel special instead of average. He made her feel as if he was the father and/or the grandfather she never had.
'Wow,' she thought when she read some of the kind, sensitive, sincere, and even the sexually outrageous things he wrote to her. Words to a woman he never even met from a man she probably would never meet, there was something about him that made her want to continue writing him. She knew he was a pervert but she was no virgin either. Not yet a whore, she was definitely a slut.
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After corresponding back and forth for months in a chatroom, she was comfortable enough corresponding with him that when he suggested that they do some roleplaying, she was agreeable to having some sexy fun. It took some arm twisting but once he explained what roleplaying was, she was willing to try it. In her short, young life, with the men she dated not very bright, creative, and/or imaginative, she had never roleplayed with anyone. Yet, unbeknownst to her, as if she was a natural born actress, she was actually quite good at roleplaying. As if she was playing a sexy game, she grew to love playing this sexy game of roleplaying.
"Roleplaying? What the Hell is that? I don't know what that is," she wrote. "What is roleplaying?"
She waited for him to respond.
"As if we're actors on a stage, it's a game of pretend but spiced with sex. Instead of a normal game of make believe, it's an X-rated game of you tell me your sexual fantasies and I'll tell you my sexual fantasies. It's show and tell but on an adult level. It's truth or dare but uncensored. I write something and then you elaborate on what I've written. Then, it's your turn. You write something and I'll elaborate on what you've written," he wrote.
With the cursor blinking in anticipation of what she was going to write in response to what he just wrote, he was obviously waiting for her to respond before he wrote back to her.
'Blink, blink, blink,' as if she was stopped at a green light with her turn signal still on, the cursor continued blinking at her as if there was someone behind her beeping their horn. Suddenly, she felt pressured to perform. Suddenly, she felt pressured to write something that she knew he'd like to read. Suddenly, instead of taking it easy on the old man, as if wanting to test him, she wanted to shock him.
"Okay, Walter," she said stalling for time while she thought of what to write. "Shall I go first or would you like to go first?"
She hoped he'd want to go first. She waited impatiently for him to respond while running all of her sexual fantasies and sexy scenarios through her mind. A big step, she'd be telling him, personal, private, sexual things that she never told anyone. After this roleplaying session was over, he'd know more about her than anyone.
