Not an Erotic Fantasy

Now, a divorced woman with two adult kids in college. I was lonely and needed sex. A man to talk with and to lie on top of me, touching and sucking me. Then I would give it right back to him. My options were limitless, or so I thought.

I tried a few dating sites for the over-50 crowd. If I'm lucky, I might find a date who lives too far away or has no personality. So, I went out and bought a new vibrator and started watching porn. Somehow, I wandered onto a live chat site that had all sorts of naked bodies to look at. Well, this was new at least to me.

My marriage had been wild, sexual, and kinky. We didn't need porn or chat sites. This sexy chat site with live hosts was a world I did not know. Each person had their specialty, promise of greatness, or kink. I just marveled that there were so many men with hard dicks!

After looking through many pages of thumbnail photos, I noticed that only a handful of the men were smiling. I went back through, learning as I went along. I learned about tokens and watched people chat, some for fun and most for sex. Then, I stopped in a room because the man was smiling...due to his hard-on.

The next day, I stayed in rooms with hundreds of guests or users. I continued for a few days until I found a handsome man with a large following. He was nice, chatted with his guests, and put on a sexy show. The guests in the room responded to him. It was fun and engaging, and he was a pleasure to watch.

I was hooked on watching. Occasionally, I'd get pesky private requests to chat, which I deleted. I continued watching my favorite guy. Finally, I chatted with my preferred host, and he said hello, using my code name. It made my day! He was always polite, kind, and hot.

Getting bolder, I started checking out other rooms. I was not timid and knew what I liked. I did not start private conversations.

Then I found a few more hot keepers, a great-looking man with fabulous facial hair, a great sense of humor, and tattoos; a lovely and fascinating man who shared a kink with me; and another who chatted, requested songs from his guests, and danced. The men I followed had four things in common: they spoke to me directly, made me feel safe, were fun, and were welcoming.

The unsolicited direct or private messages continued. Finally, I took a chance and answered, I would type 'Hi'. Some messages were sexual, and others just wanted to chat. I was getting more and more courageous; I even flirted.

One day, I stumbled upon a room. The cute young man was fully clothed, with no sound on, and had a small following. It was not my type of room. I was leaving when I saw he typed hello in the private message area.

He asked where I lived, and I told him about three hours from Chicago, which was my standard answer. He typed Wisconsin. Somehow, he knew. He tried to guess where because he lived in Wisconsin, too. It was fun, but he kept getting closer to the truth.

His code name started with an 'y', so I tried to guess his name. Of course, all my guesses were wrong. Eventually, he told me his name was Luke. I typed, "My real name is Ann." Then he chatted, "Is it okay to call you Annie?" Our private chats escalated fast. We went just beyond flirting, eventually having cyber-sex.

Luke never asked directly to meet, although he indicated in different ways that he'd like to. When chatting, he would call me dear, sweetheart, girlfriend or love. He told me numerous times about how sad he felt when I left his room. Luke was so attentive that it made me feel good and less lonely.

I didn't know this my world would be turned upside down. Even if I knew better, I kept going to Luke's room. He mentioned his family had a lake house within a half hour of where I lived. I almost told him to meet me.

One of his regulars sometimes asked for a private show, which cost tokens. I would sign off when Luke left the room to give his private show. He always told me when he was going and asked me to return later.

I asked Luke about the private shows, what he did, and how much they cost. Now that I had some tokens, I thought I would make him happy. He gave me a general idea of what happened and asked if I wanted one.

"No," was my answer. Yes, my mind replied, I would like a private show, a real-life private show.

Luke wanted me to talk with his number one fan. We could be friends because we were both writers. The request made me uncomfortable. I even felt nervous. When I look back, it amazes me how manipulated I was.

"Now you need to join my fan club. You will be my number one." Luke pleads with me. The next thing I knew, I was in the fan club for three months, and Luke could not have been happier.

Then he told me that if we were to meet, we would first meet at a public place. Luke told me he had feelings for me, and other come-ons left me wondering, should we meet? Instead, I should have thought, get out of here.

"I could never deserve someone like you," he said after one of our hot cyber-sex romps. "Please meet me." Soon after this, I met Luke.

We found a halfway point between where he lived full-time and my farm. It took me over an hour to drive to the restaurant he chose. When I walked in, I immediately knew him. Luke had never seen me, not even a picture, he smiled at me like he knew me forever as I walked toward him.

My body shivered before I even got to him. Luke took my hand and pulled me close. "Nice to meet you, Annie. You look exactly like you said you looked. So pretty." His eyes met mine, and I could feel the blood pumping through my veins.

"Luke, it's good to meet you, too. You are so handsome, so tall," I said. He brought me around to the bench seat, and we held hands while we sat beside each other.

Our conversation never wavered, and now our meals were finished. I did not want to leave his side. "Luke, there is a bar across the street. I know you don't drink, but would you want to go in so we could continue talking?" I questioned.

"Annie, that would be fine. I really don't want this evening to end." As we walked out of the restaurant, he kissed me. Soft and tender at first, holding me tight, the kiss became intimate. When we stopped, I touched my lips and let out a quiet moan. Luke looked at me and gave me an adorable smirk, which made me giggle.

We sat next to each other in a booth. I got up to check out the jukebox and saw a dance floor. I picked a few slow songs and returned to our booth, holding my hand out, "Luke, come dance with me." I knew he did not want to, but he stood and took my hand.

I whispered in his ear, "Press your body on mine." We started to sway, "Yes, Luke, move with me." Our arms around each other, I felt his manhood grow against my body. We lasted two songs before we sat down. Breathing in deeply, we looked at each other and beamed.

Luke murmured, "You are something, Annie. That felt great." The night ended soon after that, and we said our goodbyes with an intense kiss. I knew I wanted to see him again and wanted more than a dance and kisses.

We immediately started our messages in his chat room. Luke asked to see me again, saying how much I had turned him on, and asked if I would like to meet at the lake house. I was hesitant at first, but then I agreed. We would meet on Friday of the coming weekend.

This was scary and exciting all at the same time. I made sure all my sexy nighties and undies were fit for duty. Once I finished packing, it looked like I was going away for a month.

When I arrived at the lake house, I saw him outside, waiting with his adorable, smirky smile. He took me in his arms, lifting me to his lips, and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues danced together for a moment, and he carried me inside.

Once we were in the house, Luke started to undress me. The next thing I know is I'm naked and Luke is naked on top of me. I feel his kisses and then feel sucking as he marks my neck. Moving down to my breasts, again he sucks my skin. I lift my body to his mouth as he tongues my nipples.

"Ohhh...Mm mm....Luke," I mumble. He continues further down and spreads my legs. His face is buried in my pussy, lapping at my clit, tongue tickling my hole. He stopped suddenly and started to rub me with his cock. The sensations that I feel arrive in waves and are intense.

Luke moaned as he entered my vagina, "You're tight, mmmm." It had been a while, and it is great. I feel a fullness with his hard dick inside me. Our bodies move together. He grunts as he pushes in and out of my cunt. My muscles inside clamped down on him. He keeps fucking me and then one strong thrust, he cums, and at the same time, my orgasm went off like a firework.

My eyes opened to a dark room. I was alone, and I could hear water running. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Luke was in the shower. I grabbed a towel off the rack and asked, "Can I join you?"

I startled him, "Who, what...yes, get in here," Luke chuckled.

Once inside the shower, I put the towel on the wet tiles. Dropping to my knees, I take his soft cock in my mouth, Luke moans. He doesn't know how much I love to feel a cock getting hard in my mouth. His shaft grows, and I can hear his soft cries of excitement.

I take my lips and lick the skin down his throbbing shaft. Then I place my mouth around the mushroom head. He starts pushing into my mouth. The tip of his head softly massaged the back of my throat.

Luke holds my head in place as I take the full length down. I gasp for breath, but he continues to fuck my mouth. I look up at him with a wicked gleam, he declares, "Annie, my personal fuck toy." His hands are in my hair now.

The movements become hard and fast, I gag and pull off him for a moment, "Oh Luke, yes, use my mouth, your personal fuck toy, yes, do it." He pulls my head back to his cock by my hair.

Our eyes meet, tears roll down my cheeks, and he screams. He explodes in my mouth, cum dripping down my chin. My tongue licks the tip of his dick again, I look at him, his smirky smile illuminates his face.

We stay up and watch the sun rise. Throughout the morning and afternoon, we touch, kiss, and make love again, falling asleep in each other's arms when our bodies can't take it anymore.

That evening we went out for dinner. Once we return, our clothes litter the floor. Luke is on the bed, already hard. I crawl up the bed between his legs and mouth his cock, sucking and licking. Then I kiss his balls, my tongue all over them, lightly sucking them, while my hand strokes his stiff shaft.

He is moaning, telling me not to stop, as I wet my fingers and touch his hole. I push his legs up, and he keeps them in the air for me. I spit again on him and my fingers, then rub his bum hole.

I push one finger inside, he groans loudly, "More, I want more. Get the lube."

Then I grab the lube, trickling it down his crack and dripping more on my fingers. My fingers circle his hole. His eyes meet mine with an intensity that almost scares me. I press two fingers inside him until I can feel his prostate, then I massage it. He groans loudly.

"Lick my rim," Luke demands, "Do it, do it, now." Then I begin to use my tongue, moving it slowly up and down his taint and then licking his hole. My tongue laps and circles his anus, while my hand strokes his cock. I feel his hand over mine, his hips gyrating. He orgasms with unending spurts of cum.

After a minute or two, Luke insists, "Annie, hands and knees." I do as he requests. His mouth now on my rim, l feel his hot mouth sucking me. His fingers on my clit, flicking and rubbing. My nub is swollen, and my pussy is so wet while he continues to tongue my ass. I get a feeling of electricity shooting up into my body.

I can barely speak, "Uhhh...Uhhh...mm...mm." My body reacts, my hips rotate, while I force my bum on his lips. My climax erupts, "Luke, yes, yes, yes."

We fall onto the bed and hold each other, trying to catch our breath. Luke whispers, "Annie, you are so special. I am getting the feels for you. You need to be mine." My body stiffens, and my mind screams, too soon. But I didn't answer; I just kissed him.

I'm back in his chat room having private conversations, and we go on like this for a few days. Luke asks again and again to meet. I keep him at arm's length, telling him I'm busy. He scares me with his chat about his feelings, that we belong together. But I won't stop him.

He is an incredible lover. He is 15 years younger than me but older than my adult children. We have to talk about whether we should move forward. I want to tell him we need to approach this slowly. I'm in his room, speaking in private. While he is lying back on pillows piled high on his bed, I write, "Luke, come to my home this weekend."

Luke can't hide his excitement. His body almost lifts off the bed, his smile broad, and his fingers fly over the keyboard. "Yes, dear! What time?" He taps out on the keys.

Finally, the day arrives, and as I get out of the shower, I hear the doorbell. I throw on a robe and go to the door. He is an hour early. Luke grabs me, kissing me like he has never kissed anyone before. "I want you; I need you, Annie." He states. I giggle at his enthusiasm.

We bounded up to my bedroom and he sat on the edge of my bed. "Luke, look at me." I would have started a strip tease show for him, but all I have on is a robe. So I seductively drop the robe down my body. I turn and wiggle my ass at him. As I face him, my fingertips touch my breasts, then I start to bring my hands to my pubic hair.

"Enough, enough," he says as he stands and carries me to the bed. He unzips his pants and pushes them down. I see his hard cock already leaking. I lie back and he pushes into me, we both groan. His cock fills me up. He doesn't slow down as he pounds me. Fucking me so hard, over and over, I start to shake.

It is a mix of pain and pleasure. My body shudders again, "Luke...so hard...so good." He is panting as he continues pulsating and driving into me. One final push, I can feel the warmth of his orgasm inside me. After he slips out he takes his hand to his shaft and rubs my clit. It does not take much to reach my climax.

"Annie, you are so special to me. I always want you," Luke admits. Once again, my body quakes with confusion and fear.

Luke pulls up his pants and leaves the room, returning downstairs. I quickly dress and follow him to the kitchen. He looks pale and paces," Do my feelings scare you?"

I sigh, "I have a lot of baggage. My feelings are all jumbled up. I do like you and may be falling for you. I'm not sure."

He held me and told me, "I want you. Maybe we could live together. I know that we both have a lot of baggage. Show me your home. Let me scope out a place for my camming."

Once again, I shook from what he had just said and mumbled, "I...I'm...going to start dinner." That was all I could get out. I thought to myself, Luke is not hearing me. What can I tell him to make him understand I'm not ready?

Then he went upstairs with his bag. At first, I could hear him moving around. He stopped for a while, then moved around the upstairs rooms again.

After dinner, we went back to my bedroom. Luke caressed my face, looking me in the eye. I felt a touch and heat I did not remember from him before. It was loving and soft, and a heat inside of me grew as I went to kiss him. "We can make this work, sweetheart," he whispered.

I kissed him, "It's too fast." His body stiffened, but he held me for what seemed like an eternity until I fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke again to an empty bed. I got my robe and listened to see if I could hear water running. No sounds from anywhere

He was in the kitchen, drinking coffee, and he smirked. Not the cute sexy one I always loved. This smirk came with dark, evil eyes. "What did you mean when you said, it's too soon? You could have been an old ugly bitch or a fat man, I took a chance and met you."

I was stunned and just stood there as he berated me and told me how he was so insulted by what I said. When I started to speak, he'd interrupt me, telling me I was wrong and stupid. I tried to talk some sense into him, but there was no calming him down.

My mind, heart, and body are shattered from the mean and ugly words coming out of his mouth. It felt as if someone was stabbing me with hatred. Tears flowed, and my whole body went to the floor. Never had I experienced anything like this.

I think I blacked out. Luke stands before me, and I see him with his bag. I hear him screaming, but I have no idea what he is saying. My body is broken and shaky. "Luke, we just need to talk this through, calm down," were my last words as he walked out the door.

For some reason, I call my ex-husband, Henry, who lives two hours away. He finds me still on the kitchen floor, my body curled up like a cat sleeping in the sun. Henry gets me to my room, and I sleep for a few hours.

We talk, and I tell him everything. I sobbed through it all. Henry holds me and tells me that he will always help me. I could return to his home for a few days. I tell him no, so he stays with me at the farm, sleeping in the guest room--the room Luke wanted to use for camming.

The next day, Henry told me he went to Luke's chat room. Sure enough, Luke was talking about a deranged woman stalker. He said she was crazy in love with him, and he never understood why. Luke was blameless.

I wasn't sure what was going on with the website. But I found all of our messages (whether from me or him) were gone from my direct message list. Earlier, when we discussed our first meeting, I wanted to write an erotic fantasy. I didn't know it would be a real-life cautionary story, literal irony.