~~~~~KYLE~~~~~
The world is spinning.
"I know sweetie,"
I know she knows...
Ow my dose....
"Your gonna be just fine,"
I see the lights.
"Lights for me..."
I stand up to try and go through the crowd when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see my guy behind the bar. He quickly ushers us towards the back door, behind the bar. I hear him yell something but I don't pay attention. Instead I focus on trying to get out of the club.
SHIT! Michael...
Later...bleeding more important...
My friend helps us through the back away and I soon find myself out side. Moments later two doctors are with me, trying to attach me to a stretcher. They seem to be talking to Tess but I'm not paying attention...
"My dose...."
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I don‘t have to torture myself awaiting her answer. She supplies it quickly and with such a vibrant response that I wish I could quite literally crawl through the screen and take her into my arms. Is it even possible that I‘ve met someone who understands me so completely and yet doesn‘t even know my real name?
It seems unimaginable but there‘s a picture in my heart of the woman I hope she is and the one I know her to be. I pray to a God I‘m not sure I believe in that these two women are in fact the same person and the lady that I‘m going to spend the rest of my life with.
Sounds crazy I know ,but you can‘t shut off a feeling as strong as this one. I wouldn‘t dare try. It‘s the only real thing I think I‘ve ever had total faith in.
"Everything, No question. But a very close second would have to be "You and Me". Its just how I imagine love to be like." Me too. I think love should wondrous as well as mysterious and exciting. All the things that this appears to be. Is this it? Could I really be falling in love? “Ok....this is so... strange. I can't believe you like the same things as me."
My fingers fly across the key board typing out my thoughts almost quicker then I can process them. “I know. It is rather odd. You wouldn’t happen to be stalking me would you? *Wink* I confess I can think of worse things thing having a witty and article woman obsessed with my ever move.” I add teasingly.
I don‘t have to torture myself awaiting her answer. She supplies it quickly and with such a vibrant response that I wish I could quite literally crawl through the screen and take her into my arms. Is it even possible that I‘ve met someone who understands me so completely and yet doesn‘t even know my real name?
It seems unimaginable but there‘s a picture in my heart of the woman I hope she is and the one I know her to be. I pray to a God I‘m not sure I believe in that these two women are in fact the same person and the lady that I‘m going to spend the rest of my life with.
Sounds crazy I know ,but you can‘t shut off a feeling as strong as this one. I wouldn‘t dare try. It‘s the only real thing I think I‘ve ever had total faith in.
"Everything, No question. But a very close second would have to be "You and Me". Its just how I imagine love to be like." Me too. I think love should wondrous as well as mysterious and exciting. All the things that this appears to be. Is this it? Could I really be falling in love? “Ok....this is so... strange. I can't believe you like the same things as me."
My fingers fly across the key board typing out my thoughts almost quicker then I can process them. “I know. It is rather odd. You wouldn’t happen to be stalking me would you? *Wink* I confess I can think of worse things thing having a witty and article woman obsessed with my ever move.” I add teasingly.
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“Isabel.” I look into Alex's gorgeous eyes and the love reflected leaves me breathless. I didn't know that it was possible to love someone so much and to love them back with as much if not more love. I feel like if he was hurt, then I would be hurt, his hapiness is my hapiness and it's the most amazing sensation that I have ever felt.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” I begin to tear up at his words, how could I have gotten so lucky to find someone who could love me so completely."I need to make you mine." I shake my in the negative and for a second I think he must think I mean I don't want to be his.
"Oh, Alex you don't need to make me yours...Marriage will only make me yours on paper and I have been yours since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, my lovely sweet Alex" I murmer as tears fall down my cheeks.
"Happy Tears" I say with a small laugh.
“Isabel.” I look into Alex's gorgeous eyes and the love reflected leaves me breathless. I didn't know that it was possible to love someone so much and to love them back with as much if not more love. I feel like if he was hurt, then I would be hurt, his hapiness is my hapiness and it's the most amazing sensation that I have ever felt.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” I begin to tear up at his words, how could I have gotten so lucky to find someone who could love me so completely."I need to make you mine." I shake my in the negative and for a second I think he must think I mean I don't want to be his.
"Oh, Alex you don't need to make me yours...Marriage will only make me yours on paper and I have been yours since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, my lovely sweet Alex" I murmer as tears fall down my cheeks.
"Happy Tears" I say with a small laugh.
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“I know. It is rather odd. You wouldn’t happen to be stalking me would you? *Wink* I confess I can think of worse things thing having a witty and article woman obsessed with my ever move.” he types so fast. Immediately, I can't help but type back at what seems to me as the speed of light.
"This is so freaky... I was thinking the exact same thing, but with you following me..." I reply. "How do I know you aren't following me? How do I know your not watching me right now..."
I can't help but flush at the exciting thought of him watching me...mm....oh I feel soo hot right now with the thought of it. I can just picture a sexy, brooding man staring at me... knowing me so well... knowing my soul...
"How do I know your not watching my every single move..."
I have to hold my self back from groaning. I have to stop that... right now... he would never be interested in me.
I'm at a loss as to what to say. I don't trust myself to keep typing or I mite blurt out that the small thought of him watching me is so...provactive. So... hot.
And its even more hot because it's like he knows me. He knows my soul. And its so exciting and scary and...intense.... Oh god....what if he realises how he was turning me on? What if he reads into what I'm typing... Ok...I need to get myself back in control....
Internet marriage and internet kids...
I reach over to my bedside cabinet for my glass of water and take a large gulp. I need to cool it. He probably doesnt even think anything of it that we like the same things...
“I know. It is rather odd. You wouldn’t happen to be stalking me would you? *Wink* I confess I can think of worse things thing having a witty and article woman obsessed with my ever move.” he types so fast. Immediately, I can't help but type back at what seems to me as the speed of light.
"This is so freaky... I was thinking the exact same thing, but with you following me..." I reply. "How do I know you aren't following me? How do I know your not watching me right now..."
I can't help but flush at the exciting thought of him watching me...mm....oh I feel soo hot right now with the thought of it. I can just picture a sexy, brooding man staring at me... knowing me so well... knowing my soul...
"How do I know your not watching my every single move..."
I have to hold my self back from groaning. I have to stop that... right now... he would never be interested in me.
I'm at a loss as to what to say. I don't trust myself to keep typing or I mite blurt out that the small thought of him watching me is so...provactive. So... hot.
And its even more hot because it's like he knows me. He knows my soul. And its so exciting and scary and...intense.... Oh god....what if he realises how he was turning me on? What if he reads into what I'm typing... Ok...I need to get myself back in control....
Internet marriage and internet kids...
I reach over to my bedside cabinet for my glass of water and take a large gulp. I need to cool it. He probably doesnt even think anything of it that we like the same things...
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I feel a satisfied smirk play across my features as she types back quickly. "This is so freaky... I was thinking the exact same thing, but with you following me..." I have to admit if I‘d saw her at some coffee shop and our eyes met across the room and we had this… I dunno connection. I can‘t say I wouldn‘t try to find out whatever I could about her before approaching her. I‘d want to make sure that the feeling was real before trying to decipher wither or not it‘s mutual. Which I hope it is.
A frown marls my once enthusiastic features when fear steps in and rears it’s ugly head. What if she thinks us having so much in common is creepy instead of sexy? "How do I know you aren't following me? How do I know your not watching me right now..." My mood fluctuates from one extreme to the other. At once I am having very lustful thoughts involving a brunette and that wonderful mind of hers. I lean back in my chair letting those wicked thoughts take flight.
Apparently I leaned a little too far back because now I’m flat on my ass in the floor. Opps. Scrambling up I sit back down in the computer chair and read her next quote. "How do I know your not watching my every single move..." Licking my lips in anticipation I let my fingertips stroke the keys oh so lightly. The way I’d like to touch Gidge if he were here.
“I guess you don’t. Still it’s the not knowing… the mysteries in life that make it worth living. Does it bother you? The thought of me looking at you?” I inquire needing to throw that in there for good measure. “If you knew I was watching would you put on a good show for me?” I snicker and almost imagine the computer screen fogging up. Damn is it getting steamy in here or is it just me.
I feel a satisfied smirk play across my features as she types back quickly. "This is so freaky... I was thinking the exact same thing, but with you following me..." I have to admit if I‘d saw her at some coffee shop and our eyes met across the room and we had this… I dunno connection. I can‘t say I wouldn‘t try to find out whatever I could about her before approaching her. I‘d want to make sure that the feeling was real before trying to decipher wither or not it‘s mutual. Which I hope it is.
A frown marls my once enthusiastic features when fear steps in and rears it’s ugly head. What if she thinks us having so much in common is creepy instead of sexy? "How do I know you aren't following me? How do I know your not watching me right now..." My mood fluctuates from one extreme to the other. At once I am having very lustful thoughts involving a brunette and that wonderful mind of hers. I lean back in my chair letting those wicked thoughts take flight.
Apparently I leaned a little too far back because now I’m flat on my ass in the floor. Opps. Scrambling up I sit back down in the computer chair and read her next quote. "How do I know your not watching my every single move..." Licking my lips in anticipation I let my fingertips stroke the keys oh so lightly. The way I’d like to touch Gidge if he were here.
“I guess you don’t. Still it’s the not knowing… the mysteries in life that make it worth living. Does it bother you? The thought of me looking at you?” I inquire needing to throw that in there for good measure. “If you knew I was watching would you put on a good show for me?” I snicker and almost imagine the computer screen fogging up. Damn is it getting steamy in here or is it just me.
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“I guess you don’t. Still it’s the not knowing… the mysteries in life that make it worth living. Does it bother you? The thought of me looking at you?”
Bother me?! Bother me?! Only in the sense that its making my breath rather close together. I can picture him right now staring at me with gorgeous eyes... of course I don't know that but... I'm not going to think of that now...
“If you knew I was watching would you put on a good show for me?”
A low growl emits from the back of my throat involuntarily. I would lie back fully on my bed, but then I wouldn't be able to type. Oh the tingles running through my body right now...
"Your a bad boy moondoggie." I reply. I pause for a long while, just so I can play with him as much as he's playing with me. "If you were here moondoggie you wouldn't just be watching."
I bite my lip imagining him taking me in his arms and having his bad way with me. "Does the knowledge of that bother you?" I ask teasingly. "Would WE put on a good show?"
I bite my lip, sudden realising he might have been joking. Oh god if he was...no... he wasn't... right?
“I guess you don’t. Still it’s the not knowing… the mysteries in life that make it worth living. Does it bother you? The thought of me looking at you?”
Bother me?! Bother me?! Only in the sense that its making my breath rather close together. I can picture him right now staring at me with gorgeous eyes... of course I don't know that but... I'm not going to think of that now...
“If you knew I was watching would you put on a good show for me?”
A low growl emits from the back of my throat involuntarily. I would lie back fully on my bed, but then I wouldn't be able to type. Oh the tingles running through my body right now...
"Your a bad boy moondoggie." I reply. I pause for a long while, just so I can play with him as much as he's playing with me. "If you were here moondoggie you wouldn't just be watching."
I bite my lip imagining him taking me in his arms and having his bad way with me. "Does the knowledge of that bother you?" I ask teasingly. "Would WE put on a good show?"
I bite my lip, sudden realising he might have been joking. Oh god if he was...no... he wasn't... right?
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*Max*
I wait on baited breath for her reply. Oh no! What if I freaked her out? I guess there’s no turning back now. If she’s not into me in that way I’ll just have to deal with the fall out. Still the thought pains me more then it should for someone I’ve only chatted online with. Just when I’d feared the worst the types in. "Your a bad boy moondoggie."
Mmmm. She has no idea. I’d like to show her though. We both could test the limits of naughtiness together. I have many wicked little thoughts running through my mind and every single one of them involves me and a deliciously satisfied Gidge. "If you were here moondoggie you wouldn't just be watching."
Damn. I release a animalist growl from low deep in my throat. My response is entirely primal and one I was not expecting. How can you be so turned on my just letters on a computer screen. She does have a rather arousing way with words. I’d like to show her what she’s been missing. Going all this time without having me in her bed has got to be a crime of sorts. One I’d wish to rectify if given the chance.
"Does the knowledge of that bother you?" She taunts me in such a provocative way that I feel my cock stiffening in response. That‘s one thing men can‘t lie about. When we have strong feelings about a girl it‘s pretty apparent. I let my hand drift into the waist band of my pants cupping myself and imagining it‘s Gidge‘s long tiny fingers wrapped around my aching member.
"Would WE put on a good show?" Okay, this could get tricky. How well do I type left handed. I let out a slight chuckle at myself. She’d probably be totally grossed out and disturbed by my actions but I simply can’t help it. Conversing with her has turned me on more in the past hour then I’ve been in my past ten dates. I type one handed with relative ease.
“Gidge, there is no doubt in my mind that we would fit well together. I get the feeling they would write epic sonnets about what we have and as far as I can tell tearing up the sheets with you would be an adventure I couldn’t possibly forget a moment of.” I let out a harsh uneven breath and it’s almost as if I can feel her dark eyes peering at me. Filled with lust and unbridled passion just for me. Only me. “I am bad baby ,but you like me that way.” I finish with a heated smile.
I wait on baited breath for her reply. Oh no! What if I freaked her out? I guess there’s no turning back now. If she’s not into me in that way I’ll just have to deal with the fall out. Still the thought pains me more then it should for someone I’ve only chatted online with. Just when I’d feared the worst the types in. "Your a bad boy moondoggie."
Mmmm. She has no idea. I’d like to show her though. We both could test the limits of naughtiness together. I have many wicked little thoughts running through my mind and every single one of them involves me and a deliciously satisfied Gidge. "If you were here moondoggie you wouldn't just be watching."
Damn. I release a animalist growl from low deep in my throat. My response is entirely primal and one I was not expecting. How can you be so turned on my just letters on a computer screen. She does have a rather arousing way with words. I’d like to show her what she’s been missing. Going all this time without having me in her bed has got to be a crime of sorts. One I’d wish to rectify if given the chance.
"Does the knowledge of that bother you?" She taunts me in such a provocative way that I feel my cock stiffening in response. That‘s one thing men can‘t lie about. When we have strong feelings about a girl it‘s pretty apparent. I let my hand drift into the waist band of my pants cupping myself and imagining it‘s Gidge‘s long tiny fingers wrapped around my aching member.
"Would WE put on a good show?" Okay, this could get tricky. How well do I type left handed. I let out a slight chuckle at myself. She’d probably be totally grossed out and disturbed by my actions but I simply can’t help it. Conversing with her has turned me on more in the past hour then I’ve been in my past ten dates. I type one handed with relative ease.
“Gidge, there is no doubt in my mind that we would fit well together. I get the feeling they would write epic sonnets about what we have and as far as I can tell tearing up the sheets with you would be an adventure I couldn’t possibly forget a moment of.” I let out a harsh uneven breath and it’s almost as if I can feel her dark eyes peering at me. Filled with lust and unbridled passion just for me. Only me. “I am bad baby ,but you like me that way.” I finish with a heated smile.
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~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
“Gidge, there is no doubt in my mind that we would fit well together. I get the feeling they would write epic sonnets about what we have and as far as I can tell tearing up the sheets with you would be an adventure I couldn’t possibly forget a moment of.”
His words strike a cord with my heart... and my body. I can't help but buck slightly, wanting to feel him deep within me. I'm longing to ease myself... but I'm a hopeless one handed writer. I bite my lip thoughtfully.
“I am bad baby ,but you like me that way.”
Oh he's so right. I do. I love him bad... but I love him good too...
Did I just think that? Don't be a prat Liz... love is COMPLETELY the wrong word to use. I don't even know him.
"Your right... I do... EVERY part of me does..." I say hoping he gets my drift. "I can't help but wonder what your picturing right now in that dirty mind of yours... because if its anything like what I'm seeing...well...lets just say that its hard to think or do... or even not to do anything else right now..."
It almost makes me wish I had a webcam. Of course thats only one step away from meeting the guy which is a ridiculous notion... we're not even what you could call friends after all.
"So Max... is your attention entirely fixed on what you and I are typing... is your mind and body somewhere else...."
And now I have absolutely no option but to my hand under my nightie and to touch my breast, relieving myself slightly of the intense feelings riding round my body. Like I said....I would go for the kill but... when I'm typing I will need both hands and a wet keyboard isn't a great idea....especially as it will be dripping if I did what I long to do.
“Gidge, there is no doubt in my mind that we would fit well together. I get the feeling they would write epic sonnets about what we have and as far as I can tell tearing up the sheets with you would be an adventure I couldn’t possibly forget a moment of.”
His words strike a cord with my heart... and my body. I can't help but buck slightly, wanting to feel him deep within me. I'm longing to ease myself... but I'm a hopeless one handed writer. I bite my lip thoughtfully.
“I am bad baby ,but you like me that way.”
Oh he's so right. I do. I love him bad... but I love him good too...
Did I just think that? Don't be a prat Liz... love is COMPLETELY the wrong word to use. I don't even know him.
"Your right... I do... EVERY part of me does..." I say hoping he gets my drift. "I can't help but wonder what your picturing right now in that dirty mind of yours... because if its anything like what I'm seeing...well...lets just say that its hard to think or do... or even not to do anything else right now..."
It almost makes me wish I had a webcam. Of course thats only one step away from meeting the guy which is a ridiculous notion... we're not even what you could call friends after all.
"So Max... is your attention entirely fixed on what you and I are typing... is your mind and body somewhere else...."
And now I have absolutely no option but to my hand under my nightie and to touch my breast, relieving myself slightly of the intense feelings riding round my body. Like I said....I would go for the kill but... when I'm typing I will need both hands and a wet keyboard isn't a great idea....especially as it will be dripping if I did what I long to do.
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OOC: Damn, that was hot Mad!
*Max*
My hand picks up a nice little rhythm which causes my blood pressure to rise significantly. Sweat lightly highlights my brow as I find myself becoming entranced by the scorching words of a talented seductress. Does she have the slightest clue the effects of her words over my tortured body. I don‘t even know this woman and yet I long to feel her beneath me. Writhing in pleasure that only I can bestow upon her.
"Your right... I do... EVERY part of me does..." My mind wanders over all the intriguing parts of her body imagining how it would feel to touch her in her most private of places. Would she moan in pleasure and arch against me begging for more? I like to think she would and seeing as how this is my fantasy anything goes.
"I can't help but wonder what your picturing right now in that dirty mind of yours... because if its anything like what I'm seeing...well...lets just say that its hard to think or do... or even not to do anything else right now..." I can feel my heart beat pounding in my ears. My fingers ache to caress flesh that is not available to me.
How is it that I can feel so strongly and passionately about a complete stranger? What if we’ve met before. Perhaps passed each other on the street without saying a word. It sounds tragically romantic even to me and romance is my profession.
I know it sounds corny ,but I’d do just about anything to hear her angelic voice speak my name. I need to put an image to this picture I have in my head. Is she the woman I’ve been looking for? The temptress in all my fantasies. My dream girl. My heart wants to say yes but my head’s afraid to believe. Afraid to hope for the tiny miracle she has brought into me life.
"So Max... is your attention entirely fixed on what you and I are typing... is your mind and body somewhere else...." I imagine we are rather far a part from one another but I’ve never felt closer to another person in my entire life. She intrigues ever fiber of my being. I yearn just to catch a whiff of her hair. I imagine it would smell of jasmine bloomed in the early spring.
I feel there are so many odds stacked against us. I mean really how many internet romances work out? Still there’s nothing I wouldn’t do just to try. I’d cheat destiny just to be near her. Is it crazy to say I miss her? I feel like I’d miss her even if we’d never met. She’s my chosen one. Still as I come to that startling conclusion it scares me to death.
When you have such intense emotions for someone it gives them power over you and I’ve never been very good at all that. I can instruct you on how to keep the perfect relationship ,but I don’t have the slightest clue on how to get one.
My mouth waters as I picture her biting her bottom lip while trailing her fingertips over her breast. I certainly wish I could lend her a helping hand. It’s what I’m good at after all.
“In my imagination it is just the two of us without boundaries or restrictions. Safe from the harsh judgment of the world and it’s hypocrisy. In my fantasy you allow me to see a side of yourself that you don’t show to anyone. I appreciate the gesture and I show you all my fears and anxieties with ease ,because I know that out of everyone in the world you will understand.”
Taking a much needed cleansing breath I continue typing as I divulge the details of the Utopia I have created within my mind. “We strip away our reservations as well as clothing and I touch you in such a way that leaves you burning with need. You realize that I have ruined you for all other men and we spend the rest of eternity enjoying each others company and worshipping each others bodies by committing the act that is as old as time as self over and over again.” I finish typing and then wipe the sweat from my brow.
*Max*
My hand picks up a nice little rhythm which causes my blood pressure to rise significantly. Sweat lightly highlights my brow as I find myself becoming entranced by the scorching words of a talented seductress. Does she have the slightest clue the effects of her words over my tortured body. I don‘t even know this woman and yet I long to feel her beneath me. Writhing in pleasure that only I can bestow upon her.
"Your right... I do... EVERY part of me does..." My mind wanders over all the intriguing parts of her body imagining how it would feel to touch her in her most private of places. Would she moan in pleasure and arch against me begging for more? I like to think she would and seeing as how this is my fantasy anything goes.
"I can't help but wonder what your picturing right now in that dirty mind of yours... because if its anything like what I'm seeing...well...lets just say that its hard to think or do... or even not to do anything else right now..." I can feel my heart beat pounding in my ears. My fingers ache to caress flesh that is not available to me.
How is it that I can feel so strongly and passionately about a complete stranger? What if we’ve met before. Perhaps passed each other on the street without saying a word. It sounds tragically romantic even to me and romance is my profession.
I know it sounds corny ,but I’d do just about anything to hear her angelic voice speak my name. I need to put an image to this picture I have in my head. Is she the woman I’ve been looking for? The temptress in all my fantasies. My dream girl. My heart wants to say yes but my head’s afraid to believe. Afraid to hope for the tiny miracle she has brought into me life.
"So Max... is your attention entirely fixed on what you and I are typing... is your mind and body somewhere else...." I imagine we are rather far a part from one another but I’ve never felt closer to another person in my entire life. She intrigues ever fiber of my being. I yearn just to catch a whiff of her hair. I imagine it would smell of jasmine bloomed in the early spring.
I feel there are so many odds stacked against us. I mean really how many internet romances work out? Still there’s nothing I wouldn’t do just to try. I’d cheat destiny just to be near her. Is it crazy to say I miss her? I feel like I’d miss her even if we’d never met. She’s my chosen one. Still as I come to that startling conclusion it scares me to death.
When you have such intense emotions for someone it gives them power over you and I’ve never been very good at all that. I can instruct you on how to keep the perfect relationship ,but I don’t have the slightest clue on how to get one.
My mouth waters as I picture her biting her bottom lip while trailing her fingertips over her breast. I certainly wish I could lend her a helping hand. It’s what I’m good at after all.
“In my imagination it is just the two of us without boundaries or restrictions. Safe from the harsh judgment of the world and it’s hypocrisy. In my fantasy you allow me to see a side of yourself that you don’t show to anyone. I appreciate the gesture and I show you all my fears and anxieties with ease ,because I know that out of everyone in the world you will understand.”
Taking a much needed cleansing breath I continue typing as I divulge the details of the Utopia I have created within my mind. “We strip away our reservations as well as clothing and I touch you in such a way that leaves you burning with need. You realize that I have ruined you for all other men and we spend the rest of eternity enjoying each others company and worshipping each others bodies by committing the act that is as old as time as self over and over again.” I finish typing and then wipe the sweat from my brow.
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“In my imagination it is just the two of us without boundaries or restrictions. Safe from the harsh judgment of the world and it’s hypocrisy. In my fantasy you allow me to see a side of yourself that you don’t show to anyone. I appreciate the gesture and I show you all my fears and anxieties with ease ,because I know that out of everyone in the world you will understand.”
I swallow hard as I read his words. Why does it feel like he should be here right now. Like we should be together always. In the back of my mind, I know that after this conversation he will probably never ever speak to me again. And I don't want that. But I can't stop myself. I can't change the conversation...I can't back away. And that scares me. But I'm not going anywhere.
“We strip away our reservations as well as clothing and I touch you in such a way that leaves you burning with need. You realize that I have ruined you for all other men and we spend the rest of eternity enjoying each others company and worshipping each others bodies by committing the act that is as old as time as self over and over again.”
I groan loudly, wishing deeply that he was here with me... that he could hold me... that I could have a face to picture in my mind... I could have a name. But I can't. Because it would ruin everything. Reluctantly I remove my hand from my breast to type to him.
"You have NO idea how that makes me feel moondoggie." I type, wishing I could put his real name rather than some stupid internet name. "Why does this feel so right.... but so wrong."
I then realise what I typed and quickly add so he doesn't get the wrong impression, "Wrong in the sense that we shouldn't be doing this through the internet."
I now realise that that sounds like I want us to meet. And sure I do but we can't. It's not going to happen. No way. Firstly he wouldn't want to... and secondly...it just wouldnt work out. I'd disappoint him. How am I going to get out of this.
"Moondoggie... I..."
Oh god....help!
"Does that make sense?" I finish lamely.
I put my laptop beside me and push my head back against the pillow. I just fucked up didn't I. Oh HELL. I'm not used to... this. I don't meet strange guys and I don't imagine them...
My body is still so hot, and I want to touch my breast again but I can't help but think that I may have killed the mood for him. And if I have I don't want to touch myself. Infact the thought of it makes me want to gag. I shut my eyes, waiting and hoping that he decides to reply.
“In my imagination it is just the two of us without boundaries or restrictions. Safe from the harsh judgment of the world and it’s hypocrisy. In my fantasy you allow me to see a side of yourself that you don’t show to anyone. I appreciate the gesture and I show you all my fears and anxieties with ease ,because I know that out of everyone in the world you will understand.”
I swallow hard as I read his words. Why does it feel like he should be here right now. Like we should be together always. In the back of my mind, I know that after this conversation he will probably never ever speak to me again. And I don't want that. But I can't stop myself. I can't change the conversation...I can't back away. And that scares me. But I'm not going anywhere.
“We strip away our reservations as well as clothing and I touch you in such a way that leaves you burning with need. You realize that I have ruined you for all other men and we spend the rest of eternity enjoying each others company and worshipping each others bodies by committing the act that is as old as time as self over and over again.”
I groan loudly, wishing deeply that he was here with me... that he could hold me... that I could have a face to picture in my mind... I could have a name. But I can't. Because it would ruin everything. Reluctantly I remove my hand from my breast to type to him.
"You have NO idea how that makes me feel moondoggie." I type, wishing I could put his real name rather than some stupid internet name. "Why does this feel so right.... but so wrong."
I then realise what I typed and quickly add so he doesn't get the wrong impression, "Wrong in the sense that we shouldn't be doing this through the internet."
I now realise that that sounds like I want us to meet. And sure I do but we can't. It's not going to happen. No way. Firstly he wouldn't want to... and secondly...it just wouldnt work out. I'd disappoint him. How am I going to get out of this.
"Moondoggie... I..."
Oh god....help!
"Does that make sense?" I finish lamely.
I put my laptop beside me and push my head back against the pillow. I just fucked up didn't I. Oh HELL. I'm not used to... this. I don't meet strange guys and I don't imagine them...
My body is still so hot, and I want to touch my breast again but I can't help but think that I may have killed the mood for him. And if I have I don't want to touch myself. Infact the thought of it makes me want to gag. I shut my eyes, waiting and hoping that he decides to reply.