My name is Tanya, and I'm a chat room addict.
It all started last year when I went on Facebook to reconnect with friends from all stages of my life. It was so much fun to find people and update each other on what had been happening in our lives. And that's when I started to chat.
Chat really opened up the world for me. Faster and easier than a phone call. You could even chat while on the computer doing work or other stuff. Chat with friends all over the country and see their pictures. So I really got into it big time.
Soon I was chatting not just with old friends but with old lovers as well. Discussing the old times and fun we had when we were younger and much more adventurous. I found it easy to to say things I would never say out loud in a conversation. I found out that most if not all men love to chat about sex and soon we were discussing in detail our sexual escapades from the past. And what would happen if we saw each other today. Lots and lots of sex talk, mostly fantasies but with some real possibilities. I liked it... a lot.
But everyone gets busy with their lives and soon my Facebook friends weren't enough for me. I wanted more friends to chat with and maybe even chat about sex and sexual fantasies. It really turned me on and with my kids grown and out of the house, I was ready to heat my sex life up again. So I started looking for other chat rooms where I could make more chat buddies.
I found out rather quickly that lots of the adult chat rooms were very pornographic and I got pinged all the time and couldn't follow any of the conversations. If that guy would just stop asking everyone if they wanted to see his 13 inch cock every 15 seconds, maybe I could make sense of it all. So I kept looking and finally found a few chat rooms in web sites that had less than 20 people on them with real conversations. Maybe some were risque, but that was what I was looking for, after all.
I started making new chat friends. Some were nice. Some propositioned me and if I said no they went away (which was fine with me). Most were happy to have a woman to chat with that would talk about sex. My sex life at home was getting better and more frequent. I'm married and as in all marriages, our sex had gotten complacent and stale. But chatting was turning me on and I put all that extra sexual energy into my marriage.
Now on some sites, people put up pictures of themselves. Some are tasteful nudes, some are erotic, some are way too explicit and some are drawings. So I decided I wanted a picture I could put up. Maybe something partially clothed, showing some parts, but tasteful and not showing my face. I thought I could be wearing some sexy lingerie or something like that.
I tried to take pictures of myself, but they just weren't very good and not at all what I wanted. Besides I didn't really have anywhere to pose that had a good, unidentifiable background. I knew my husband wouldn't like me taking these pictures, let alone putting them up on the internet. He knew I chatted sometimes with old friends but had no idea of the sexual content of my chats. So I obviously couldn't get him to take my pictures.
I didn't want to get involved physically with my new chat buddies. I had never met any of them and wanted to keep it that way. I wasn't looking for a new relationship, just some stimulating conversation. And I would have to really trust someone to have these kind of pictures taken of me. It was a dilemma.
I did have one past lover that I chatted with regularly. We hadn't seen each other in 20 years and we were both happily married. We had chatted about possibly getting together because Paul didn't live too far from me, but we had never followed through. So I started thinking and wondering if I could get him to take my pictures. I knew it would be a risk because in our chats we were always talking about how we would love to explore each others bodies. Our relationship all those years ago had been explosive sexually and I know we both wondered what it would be like if we got together now. But I had never cheated on my husband and I didn't think I wanted to go down that road.
Time went on and I kept thinking about my pictures. I knew just what I wanted to wear... I have a few pieces of lingerie that I thought I looked really good in. I just needed someone I trusted to help me pick the best outfit and then take a bunch of pictures And with digital cameras, I figured I could have lots of pictures taken from different angles and then decide which ones were the best. Then I could erase the pictures I didn't want and keep the ones I liked. I figured if I could talk Paul into doing this, I could let him keep a few of the more risque pictures if he liked them. You know, the ones I would never post or reveal to anyone.
Now all I had to do was figure out a way to talk him into taking pictures of me in lingerie without us ending up having a sexual encounter. And that would be no easy task, since I wanted him as much or maybe even more than I think he wanted me. I'd like to think that this would just be two friends getting together for fun, laughing and taking pictures. But I wasn't fooling myself. Wearing lingerie and posing for even tasteful pictures would be almost like waving a red flag in front of an angry bull. You just knew he was going to charge. The question was, could I manage to stay out of the way and avoid his horns?
I started talking about us getting together when we chatted. "Maybe we could have lunch together in a very public place? I would really love to see you and talk to you, but nothing could happen. We are both married and we wouldn't want to jeopardize our marriages, would we?" So, finally we agreed to meet for a late breakfast.
I picked a restaurant that was in a nice hotel, about a half an hour from each of our locations. It wasn't in the middle but rather out farther where we didn't know anyone. I brought my camera and lingerie and got there about a half and hour early. I got a room and went up to check it out. It was nice and clean and very nondescript. I didn't think anyone would know where the pictures were taken. Then I laid my lingerie across the bed, left the camera on the dresser, checked my makeup and headed down to the restaurant. Needless to say, I was extremely nervous.
When Paul arrived, we greeted each other with a big hug and kisses on the cheeks. We got a nice sunny table and ordered our breakfasts. It was so good to see him, and I could tell by his smiling face that he was happy to see me too. We talked and then I brought up how much I liked chatting with him.
"So many people put pictures of themselves up for their chat friends," I said. "I was thinking maybe I'd like to put up a picture. What do you think?"
"Well, you have to be careful. I mean, a lot of people see those pictures, you know." Paul replied.
"I have seen some really nice, tasteful sexy pictures and I think I want something like that, but not showing my face. That way I won't be readily identified. You think that would be okay?" I asked.
Paul agreed that maybe that would be okay, but repeated that I would have to be careful so that my face couldn't be seen. I certainly agreed with that and then, taking a deep breath, I asked what I had come here to ask.
"Do you think you could help me take some pictures? I mean, I've tried to take some myself, but it's really hard to get the angle and focus just right. Plus, you are the only person I know that understands my interest in chatting and why I would want this kind of picture. Will you help me, Paul? Will you take pictures of me?" I looked him in the eyes as I asked my questions.