Well, it's been nearly a month since my last gallery and quite frankly, I didn't know what to write about. Call it writer's block, lack of creative spark, whatever you want to call it; I had it in a bad way.
Then, along comes a friend online and we begin to talk (flirting a little) and the subject of showing himself (yes, naked) comes up in our conversation. After thinking about it for a few seconds I thought sure, I'd take him up on his offer. Moments later he sent me a link that lead me to some pretty steamy pictures. They excited me. To make a long story short, he was hot.
NOTE: Before I proceed I want to say I was so aroused--horny is a better description--that I politely asked him if it was alright if I left our chat in order to take care of my needs (masturbate) because being as horny as I was required both of my hands and nearly all of my fingers. You see it's difficult to type in chat while pulling my clit hood back, rubbing my clitoris and fingering myself. Being a gentleman, he replied yes, said that he took it as a compliment (which it was) and I left to take care of myself for nearly an hour.
Back to story:
Following my alone time, I laid in bed and thought about what had just happened. I asked myself, what created such an erotic stir in me? Then I realized the reason I felt excited was because I felt a connection. Something extra was there to bridge the gap between the two of us. The combination of our friendship connection and his images excited me. This connection is why I enjoy chatting to someone while I masturbate online. It adds another dimension to my erotic experience, and in this case, us knowing each other made it even more erotic and exciting for me.
Okay, I realize this is quite different than me describing alien abduction or scientific experiments, but it spoke to what I have been going through for the last year and a half--my lack of intimacy. Yes, I do masturbate frequently. Yes, I go to the chat rooms on this website to enjoy moments of erotic pleasure, but deep down I desire intimacy like everyone else. I want to feel special. We all do.
So a big thanks to my friend for those blissful moments while rubbing myself and fantasizing to thoughts of making love, kissing and rolling under the sheets on my squeaky and way-too-small twin size bed. We were exquisite together, at least in my vivid and imaginative mind we were.
Now, back to my gratuitous images that illustrate my panties, fingering myself and subsequent lubricated and aroused vagina following my orgasm.
Thank you for reading.
