Can you believe I have never had any web cam action before?

Before this weekend–that is.

It had been several days since I had come, the days have been a bit hectic and I’ve not had the time I usually like to stroke the kitty. So– I was pent up, backed up. My theory on women, they can go either way. If they do not keep the frisky flowing it can disappear, and many women will be okay with that, some might not even notice. Some are okay with letting their lust lay dormant. Frisky takes work. Many of my women friends have reached that phase of no longer having or wanting sex, and there is quite a few of them. They no longer put the effort into this aspect of life. It has lapsed and they do not seem to mind.

I empathize with the notion of  “not being in the mood.” Being in the mood takes some work. For me I constantly try to maintain a thought of sex, of fucking, of cock, of cute girls in tall boots, of sweet hard dick passing across my lips….

While maybe many women think in this manner, they still do not perform the act anymore. Perhaps it is an age thing, I hope not–because I still hope to have many years of sex left. Mostly I think there is a defeat, a loss of interest– dui’s, work,  kids, the same man day in day out, or if single–like me, just that constant search for a true fuck, and just being with yourself takes work, but then adding in the factors of life–sex can so easily disappear. I know this, but I also know that if you start to play, let your mind open, your pussy is sure flow and follow. Basically what I am saying is– I had not come in three days, and that is not acceptable for a little cum slut like me.

I have been flirting with him for awhile, we discussed the idea of the mutuality of web cam fun, but really, you may not know this about me–but I’m quite shy. So, while I liked the idea, I simultaneously had excusing circling around my head. The absolute live-ness of it sort of freaked me out. There is no photo magic to hide behind, no edits I can make, no sound bites I cut, it is just me and he on the screen.  It has turn-offs, equally as it has turn-ons, but I love technology (when it is not fucking with me that is), it has done wonders for porn and sexuality, or maybe not, but fuck it–I love it anyway.

My camera goes on.

“can you see my toes?”  still in their Valentine red.

“yes”

Big smile.

I push back with my feet that are propped on the desk, the view of my legs and thighs spans the screen. My knees slightly bent. I know I am wet already before I even begin to run my fingers through my silk.

Your cock, that has been in state of tease is now pointing at me, being stroked for me. I like that. The impersonality of machine to machine becomes personal. Momentarily at least, just like everything. Moments are just that, moments, it is on us to take them.

His words begin to flow, odes of beautiful filth just like I like. I taste myself and report back on the sweetness I suspected.

“I taste good, you should be between my legs.”

Innuendo has gone. It is me my legs spreading for your view. Your cock being stroked. Your so hard, throbbing, shades of red. Ready. You could come anytime.

But you want to watch me come don’t you?

It does not take long for me. The moment I slide my wand in, I feel the flow surround my fingers. I get so wet, so quick, it has been days, I am ready, to be fucked.  The first one comes quick.

“oh that felt so good, I want to come again.”

“I want you to come again, you naughty slut.”

You may not be able to see it from the camera on your screen, but your words make me smile and drip at the same time. There is something about being called a slut, that turns me on. It is like my duality being uttered into the world and I like it, accept it, own it.

I am a slut, fucking you online on our web cam. Coming and dripping all over myself. While one watches the other.

It symbiotic.

Even when flesh to flesh, I like to watch you stroke, I like you to watch me, the way I react to my own body as your eyes take me in.

I come again for the third time, hard, I bring the wand to my lips and taste myself off. Sweeter than when I started. Sliding the wand in and out of  my mouth, lips caressing, longing for it to be your cock, watching you from slit closed eyes, as you long for it to be your cock. You stroke.

“I want you come. I wanna come at the same time.”

“You just tell when you are ready naughty girl.”

I love coming at the same time, which actually may be easier to do online. It’s  a great electric charge. I thoroughly enjoy that fourth come. It sends me over the edge, exhausts me, needles flying out of my brain plunging into my skull then exploding into a pleasure release unlike the three before. Release from all access point.

Plunging and slow grinding that curve of the wand into my spot, dripping all around.

“come for me, come for me…”

Messy girl in a pool of her own cum, messy boy in a splatter of his own. Separated and together.