| Straight: Online Lovers: Cyber (1/4) |
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You're five hours ahead of my time and love to wake me up a certain way. First, the phone rings- just once. I know it's you and jump out of bed, turn on the computer and put a pot of coffee on. While it's brewing, I hear the small chime that tells me you're waiting for me. I open my email and smile when I see your note. "Hello, darling. Today, I believe you'll need your vibrator, the thin dildo and some lubricant. Sleep well? Are you ready to face a new day?" "Yes, R. I'll be there in a minute. I can't wait." I run in the bedroom and collect what you've listed before I pour a cup of coffee, add sugar and cream and settle down to sign onto chat. And there you are. "It's a beautiful day today here. Let's make your day even better, shall we?" I slip my robe open and shiver, but not from cold. I know what you're going to do to me using my hands as instruments for your pleasure - our pleasure. We've never met, but I know you better than I know many. And you know me just as well. "I'm ready, lover. So ready and hot for you right now." I run a hand over my left nipple and shiver again as I wait for your response. "Good girl. I want you very wet first, so lick your finger and touch your breasts. Caress your nipples and tell me how they're feeling." I follow your gentle instructions and watch my hardened nipples tighten more. They're light pink and so tender, I can feel my fingers sending messages to my groin through them. I sigh and stroke them slowly, running my finger in circles around each. I tell you in detail what they look like: stiff, pointed, flushing darker pink with each passing moment of my desire. I lick my fingers over and over to run wet paths over each. I ask you if you're touching yourself yet, and you say yes, through your pants. You're hard and straining against the zipper, but you don't want to do anything yet. You've told me so many times how easily I can make you cum. "Is your robe open?" "Yes. And I'm naked except for a pair of panties. Black satin with lace at the top. And they're already damp." I know how you love when I tell you about what panties I'm wearing and how wet you've made me already. "Run your hand down from your nipple and rest it on your pussy lightly but over your knickers. Tell me what you're feeling." I let my hand wander from breast to groin. I write to you about the heat I can feel from my slit, how my clit is already pushing up from between my lips and again, how the dampness is now drenching me. I shiver when my palm makes contact with my clit through the satin, but I stop because you haven't told me what to do next. I eye the vibrator and thin dildo with longing but don't touch them either. You'll get to them soon enough. "Take your finger and very lightly press on your clit. Very lightly, Lisa. Then write to me and tell me everything." I use in index finger to do |
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Very Nice
