It was pretty quiet in the apartment as Stacey doffed her coat, shoes and purse having arrived from work in an agitated state. Agitated because of an encounter she had in the copy room when a so-called suave salesman tried to put moves on her. She moved out of the confrontation, but was left drained and distraught from the flirtation. She WAS lonely and would love to have somebody's arms around her, hugging and touching her in the most quiet and intimate ways, but this jerk just wasn't who or what she was after.
She opened the fridge and vacillated between a cup of yogurt or some fruity cottage cheese. The fruit won out. Stacey poured a glass of white wine to go with her feast and headed to her computer in the bedroom.
She'd set it up in the bedroom ever since she had placed an ad on the Internet seeking a contact to fulfill some of her fantasies and maybe meet someone through cyberspace and even, sigh, in person. She had read through many of the ads and had gotten sensually aroused because some of the promises and offers did seem quite exciting and satisfying.
Satisfying, since she had the computer alongside her bed and could read the ads and imagine what it might be like as she touched, rubbed and manipulated her most erotic buttons and sensing points. Many a night she had climaxed when her fantasies really carried her on a cloud of ecstasy. Having read so many different desires and needs, she summoned up the courage to place an ad about herself.
She didn't put much in it, except wanting to hear from others about their life's' experiences, their feelings, desires and thoughts of meeting others through the net. Tonight was the 3rd day since her ad had appeared, and there still had been no response. Well, a couple of guys wanted to come over and have a gang bang, but that just didn't set well with her idea of intimacy.
"Maybe tonight", she thought, as the computer hummed and clicked and she clicked on her provider. She began to moisten at the thought of meeting someone.
The home page came up, the ads flashed on and off for a new credit card, then she clicked on the bookmark for the "Loving Singles Network" and waited for the selection of whom she was seeking. Tonight she picked Women Seeking Women, mainly because the ads here seemed more sincere, more loving and more haunting. She watched as the screen went blank and the numbers and words whipped by in the attempt for her computer to contact the Network.