Fuck, this feels good, really good. Every electrical pulse of energy flowing from my frontal cortex spread wave after wave of indescribable pleasure, emanating into the very sinewy fabric of my muscles.

My hips now thrust upward to meet my long full strokes. Breathless, I fought the oddity of the pain of beating myself off, knowing just beyond was the ecstasy of fathomless pleasure. I needed to yield to the building, filling, consuming need to cum hard to my lover’s spell.

At NN, women almost begged for men to cum on their pics, and my lover had never asked this of anyone, though she had not posted any pic as yet.

Passionately, I shoved back the keyboard in front of me, placed that final page upon the desk, and then quickly stood to deliver my percolating load. Barely able to focus, since I was stroking faster, harder, quicker, again, and again, and again and again, I held the dark, wide, purplish head of my thick, throbbing cock over the story’s final page.

My prick’s length was longer than I have ever remembered. Even though I had only taken 50mg of Viagra, I believed it was her power over my core being presenting this gift. Reaching well beyond mid length of the paper, I stroked long and eagerly its full length, faster and harder, seeking a shuddering climax. The room was filled with my sex. My dick pulsed with bulging veins, full of a boiling mixture of unrestrained want and a manly determination.

Bent on satisfying my cyber lover with the eminent explosion of my hot, thick jissom, I held back more while stroking, pumping, siphoning every possible drop from my bluing balls. Surely from my depth of penetration of my purple diamond-cutter, our mixed elixir of comingled cum would spill outward onto her ass.

Holding the paper in place tightly against the desktop, I eagerly awaited the moment I would give homage with forceful spews of baby juice covering her words, which cast their magic over my entity – mind, body and soul. Faster, more quickly, I pumped its length stretching outward before me, hunting down with savagery a consummate satisfaction in a job well done. Now, thrusting my hips hard against the desk, arching backward, thrusting my head even farther back, a grimacing banshee screech escaped past my tightened jaw.

Vigorous, thick, bluish-white spews of cum jerked spasmodically from the depths of my masculine being. Continuous, uncontrolled, pulsing waves of pleasure devoured my very presence of self, before I tilted forward to see the last, potent shots of my spirit conquered by my cyber lover’s words of lust be set free. Loosed forever upon the soul of her desires, the spirit of her lust, and the sensuality of her womanly sexuality, my rare, mellow potion fed the enticing fires of our impassioned souls of erotica.