Technology how I love thee- and with love comes my hate for thee.
I live in this two (three, four..) realmed world of computer life and real life– we all do– nothing big there. But in my search to explore my sexuality, computer technology has had a big impact. My longest sexiest relationship lately- has been with a man I’ve never met- I will not say “never will,” because you know I’m a hopeful girl– but I love what it is– 100% electronic relationship. The expectations are defined by our hard drives and my wired electric little clit.
All I intend to say about it is– I appear to be living in this fictional reality– and sexually it’s interesting how it all plays out over the wires.
Lately, more often than usual- I make recordings of myself having an orgasm, or two and cumming in my typical juicy fashion. There is usually an intended recipient of the recording in mind. Three or four other people may get to hear the recording and they may believe the recording is intended for them (and it is)- you too, may get to hear it. Even while in making the recordings I shift all the time in my mind of whose cock is sliding down my throat, of whose hands are wrapped in my pile of hair and sliding my face slowly back and forth around their cock, bending me, spreading me and fucking me. The mental mind shifting of masturbation.
Generally it’s one (or two) of three people- the person I want to be fucking (which varies, but are people I have fucked and want to fuck more), the person I am fucking online (which varies, but are people I have fucked online and want to fuck more of online), and the thick juicy cock I am watching on the porn screen.
I thought about you- I always do- my porn buddy. Thinking about you standing there- grabbing your balls teasing me, waving your cock at me, so close to my face I can smell you– waving that big dripping head right at my lips, under my nose. Sliding my fingers between my pussy I start to coax at my clit- I think about you feeding me that stiff cock I’ve been craving– about your hands dropping down onto the back of my head, strong and firm with want and need. Your fingers locking in my curls and pulling my face around you, sliding it on and off in slow and rhythmic pace with just the right amount of choke– just enough to make me salivate more, causing me to slobber all over your shaft, but not gag.
Sliding the round tip of the Njoy wand between my now growing pulsing with blood lips– I drift into the idea of you pulling me up by the hair pushing me on the bed and running your spit soaked cock from my mouth, across my face to between my tits- as I mash them around your branch-surrounding. Thrusting between my tits makes me want you to thrust between my legs, to spread me open wide and rub that thick cock all over my pussy- I beg you, beg you to fuck me.
My fingers are spreading my full flesh apart as my greedy cunt swallows the metal wand, which is now hot from being deep inside me. My cunt is so tight the bulbed end of the wand has trouble coming out, so I just keep pushing it in further hitting that wet spot inside of me. I already want to come and my mind is shifting all over the place, Now it’s you fucking me deep and hard, it is you who I am begging to make me come, to splay my leg over my head so you can bury that cock deep as possible into me while still looking at me and whispering all that delicious filth into my ear. The feeling to cum takes over- I fuck and grind harder onto my hand and the wand the clicking juice of my pussy being fucked can be heard– it is you I’m sliding on, pushing and pulling my pussy on and off your cock deeper each time- making me feel it, making me cum.
With the wand deep inside hitting me just right and my fingers rubbing and slipping around my pussy– flicking at my clit I can feel my cunt grab up and on your cock, my fingers– pulse and pull deeply in before releasing in a gush of cum and orgasim. My clit is supercharged and popping out– I want you to see what you have done to me and I want you to make me cum again.
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