My one year stand: Getting to know her.
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Just like the cheesy cliche. "Everything fell into place." But "fell" is too weak a word to describe how she came to me. More like "splashed"...
I met her online on some online game wherein in order to be recognized, you have to beat up everyone- men, women, children. (Sounds brutal huh?) She was, like any other girls in that place, shy and feminine. But as time flies with her, i got disproved.
She was perky, cheerful and sensual. She loves a good talk, and she enjoys listening. As coincidental as anyone can say, she also studies journalism in the prestigious system I used to attend to. A lot in common, and a whole fucking more.
The first week she and I started chatting I immediately felt the rush. Maybe the intellect or the wits. But she has that natural glow of charming sexiness in her words, coming out of her without effort. Like a wildfire i can't contain. I started realizing I have hard-ons whenever we chat. Which is difficult for me to bear because of my not-so-normal size, and the fact that at that time, I havenÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t had a pc yet, I go to shops. But on that week is when "things fall into place."
Everything happened fast. In four days we talk as if we were friends for years. And in five, we decided we talk over the phone.
10:30pm. Restless over the fact that she should be calling me by now. I was lying in my parent's bedroom, waiting for her to ring me up. At 10:41 she called, and the first thing I realized is, God! That hot voice...
The call is hotter than the usually hot chats. She speaks great english and she giggles every now and then. She have this mix of biting every bait I offer then running off without even touching it. She had my pheromones boiling by merely talking to her about wholesome things. I had to press my raging hard on in between my thighs to keep myself in decent speaking voice as we talked, lest I would definitely take myself out and pump while listening to her. Everytime she exhales suggestively, my cock pulses, screaming in an agonized state. Calling for her. Begging for her to cut the nice talk and suck me off until I burst all of my hot load into her fucking sweet mouth. SheÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s driving me mad but I had to persevere. The night is too young.
We talked about a lot of things, the game, her friends, studies; we even talked about my sexual past. Told her my ex was a nympho. And that we broke up just a year ago. And everything naughty started "splashing" in place.
We decided to have this word game in which the loser has to do what the victor orders. She obliged teasingly, saying she will beat me up in my own child's play. The battle was so intense. Orders upon orders were made. Orders of the winner wanting one piece of clothing off the opponent. It ended up with me still keeping my boxers on and her, all naked, sprawling over her bed laughing like a succubus, with the knowledge that she had her victim on her fingertips. I was insanely horny at that point, my cock making a huge tent in my boxers, oozing with rich precum. Every movement I made just added up to the agony. Knowing that a boiling hot woman, is in the other line, with the sexiest voice IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ve ever heard of and a glorious nakedness that I can just pounce to at any given moment.
I want her. I want to have sex with her over the damn phone!
Then in one final round, IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ve beaten her.
With no more clothes left to take off, I gave her the finishing touch. Summoning all my confidence. I gave her the last order.
"Finger yourself for me, Kitch..."
She giggled teasingly, and then obeyed with a soft moan.
At that point, my cock was at its hardest.