Ch 01: It is family
Julia was browsing on her favorite website, which had turned into a graveyard of sorts that night: not a soul in sight to chat with. Whatever happened to those guys who were all over her, trying to impress her with their penile size and stamina and what not? It was one of those days when in an unplanned conspiracy no one turned up, leaving you to think of what you wanted to avoid.
And hence she began reluctantly thinking of how a heated argument with her boyfriend had ended their year-old relationship. His dullness and callousness had got to her finally. How love gave people a different color! These same qualities initially had appeared cool to her eyes and later she realized the difference between cool and cold. While she was verbose, he was too quiet for comfort. The death of romance, cuddling and cooing was the last nail in the coffin of their relationship. He had also become prying: what the hell was she doing on the site? How many male friends did she have? What groups did she belong to? All these probing questions sounded the death knell to their already diseased affair. The site was a meat shop where she sold her cunt to all drooling men, that was his frequent accusation. She did join groups on sex and chatted but had not exchanged nude pics of herself like some men demanded. Had her boyfriend sought an intelligent conversation and nicely asked her for such information, she would have been more than willing to share it with him. But his bullying and chauvinistic attitude made her clam up.
After that nasty showdown, Julia decided that she would lay off relationships of any sort for sometime and began chatting more and more for the sake of relaxation after a tedious day's work at a departmental store.
Just then a man called James pinged her. His profile said he was 60 and loved to arouse young girls. She hardly remembered when and why she added him as friend: maybe one of those guys who she added at times without checking any detail when she was pissed off ... and that she was often, after her breakup.
"Hi, baby, ready to be aroused?" the man asked confidently.
"Hmm, how do you propose to do that?" she asked and thought she would just talk to him till someone else came online.
"Ok. I will tell you some erotic incidents that happened in my life when I was young. I am sure you will find them titillating," the man said.
An erotic story teller, a change from men who wanted to be cuckolded, wanted to smell used panties, and wanted her pics on which they would cum and send it back to her, she thought.
"Can you give a brief introduction about yourself," she asked and checked his profile photo which was of an old man and not a cartoon or something like that.
"I am James and am enjoying my retired life after having run a successful family business for many years. I won't ask for your nude photos nor will I want to buy your used panties. My passion is to narrate true sexual encounters I experienced and thereby arouse women. I love to hear them say they are wet and masturbating on hearing my real experiences of lust," he finished his introduction.
"Not bad. After you get them all wet, do you ask the girls to have sex with you?" Julia wanted to know.
"One girl wanted sex with me, and I did oblige her. But I never compel anyone," he replied.