So. I’ve met someone. A new someone, yes…. and it makes me think of the sappy saying about one door closing and another opening. I’m captivated even though we haven’t met….and won’t for a long time, if at all. He’s a long way away. It’s a bit complicated. More stories to come, I promise.
Due to an incredibly strong mental connection, things have accelerated quickly, as much as they can from a distance. He’s seen some of my body parts via pictures. We’ve had great phone conversations and dabbled in some naughty discussions.
He sent me the positively most sexy thing I’ve ever received. I had shared one of my Dropbox folders with him so I could send him some pictures…and in response one day I received a strip tease “flip book” of pictures of him. Starting with him, fully dressed, and concluding with a cum shot.
I have never received anything like it. There is a pic of each button on his shirt being undone, him exposing his chest, undoing his pants, putting his hand into his boxers, and then his hand on his cock, stroking. It was so hot I was instantly wet, my heart rate increased, breathing rapid. I couldn’t concentrate. I looked at it several times in a row. Kept going back to it…but I can’t look unless I know I can spend a bit of time getting some relief from the desire that builds from it.
Some women say they don’t like cock shots, don’t like the naked mirror selfies. I love them. Okay, the only caveat is on an online dating profile, if that’s all you have then I’m a bit suspicious. But I love it when a man has taken the time to take a photo just for me…a reaction shot to something I have sent…or in this case, taken the time to create an entire series of photos. Smokin’ hot.