CYBER INTERLUDE #2:

I start to type…

hmmm… how delicious!

I imagine you still asleep on the verge of waking,

you stir.

You can feel me.

Sense my need.

Your erection…

Just like a gent to be ready.

My nipples harden,

legs widen on the wing backed chair where I perch.

Waiting.

You spy me…

and I touch…

my neck…

my breasts…

my stomach…

To my mound.

To my lips …

To my hood…

sooo wet….

my mouth lets out a moan.

I want you to watch.

you hold your cock…

slowly taking all of me in…

my skin…. glistening

as you stroke…

I stroke…

More sounds…

Wetness…

Sucking…

Saliva drips…

Fingers slide…

Eyes locked…

Fuck,

This

Is

Intense…

Bit lip…

Ohhh….

You move faster…

I move faster…

Stroke faster…

bodies shudder…

Eyes shut!

Ahhhh….

“Good morning…”

I lick…

And we log off.

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48 thoughts on “CYBER INTERLUDE #2:

      1. I always loved to be watched. Probably stems from my childhood. When I was an adolescent my sister used to give me porn. Tame stuff for now. I’d go into my room to stroke myself. I’d be so hard I’d have to pry my cock from my abdomen just to get my fingers around it.

        My bedroom door did not close well. Always somewhat ajar. It took me a long time — months– to notice my sister sitting in the hall. Quietly watching me. Fingers working her pussy. Watching me stroke myself. Expanding as I took my time. My cock moving of its own accord. Painfully hard …

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      2. Only if you want. After I found out I used to leave the door further open. We only had one bathroom across from my bedroom. Sometimes her friends would visit. Catholic school girls. They would walk up quietly to use the bathroom. But get distracted.

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      3. She lifted her skirt and sat down in the hallway She stoked her pussy thru the now pretty damp pink panties. This excited me more and I erupted shooting my semen over my stomach and chest. About this time she closed her eyes and shuddered.

        We both stayed where we were for a few minutes. Then I walked toward the bathroom still makes semen glistening in my chest and stomach starting to drip down. She stood up letting her skirt fall. We smiled at each other.

        she scooped up a drop of my semen of my chest with her finger. Then still smiling she popped her finger into her mouth With that she turned and almost kind of skipped down the stairs.

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      4. It was back in the 70s. She was wearing a green and white plaid skirt. White blouse. And green knee socks. Standing there watching. Her right hand fingering the hem of her rolled up skirt. Girls uses to roll the waist bands when the nuns weren’t around lol

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