I did not hear from Anna again until Sunday evening, almost 48 hours since I left her apartment. I was starting to wonder if I was going to hear from her again.

When the message finally arrived, there was a collection of new photos attached and a note that read as follows:

“Good evening, Bart, I have attached some new photos for you. First, there is a group of four, with me modeling a sexy black bra; then a group of two, taken on a beach, one of me with a small bikini and the other of me totally nude; and, finally, a single photo of me wearing an amazing sheer black negligee.

These photos have the potential to give you a huge amount of sexual pleasure, but be warned: they are all very potent, at least on par with the photos from last week, or even stronger, so you may want to experience just one or two per day. Don’t hesitate to return to the comfort of last week’s photos if you feel overwhelmed.

Like last week, I will be available Wednesday evening for an online chat—or, better still, let’s make it a phone call, 8 p.m.

That’s all for now. I know you can’t wait to see me Friday, but at least you have these wonderful new photos to get you by. You can tell me all about the sexy fantasies they inspire on Wednesday.

Talk soon,

Anna”

Well, the same vain, self-obsessed Anna. God’s gift to men everywhere, I thought after reading the note, but then, on further thought, Oh, who am I kidding? I believe every last thing she says about herself, and I’m OK with that.

Disregarding Anna’s warning about the new photos, I opened all the files at once and placed them side by side on my 34-inch ultra-wide monitor, and my mouth hung open!

Holy fucking Christ on a cracker, Anna!

First, there was the promised photo of her modeling a black lacy bra, a set of four actually, all with her wearing skin-tight jeans; secondly, there were two photos taken on a beach, one of her in a very small black bikini and the other, an incredible image taken of her fully nude, walking in ankle-deep water, head turned to look at the camera, hair blowing backwards in the wind. Lastly, there was one of her with a knee-length sheer black negligee with nothing underneath.

I looked at the seven images arrayed across my monitor and realized Anna was right; I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough.

A Phone Call with Anna

Wednesday evening, Anna called me right at 8 p.m. as promised and immediately wanted a full report about her photos.

“So, Bart, what sexy fantasies did I inspire with those incredible bra modeling photos? Tell me all about it. It must have been fantastic for you.”

“Yes, it was, Anna; I spent a memorable Sunday evening with them, and I enjoyed them again on Monday, I must say.”

The first one captivated me, with the sheer black bra, hands on your waist, smiling seductively at me, and hair cascading around your shoulders. I loved the contrast between the black fabric and your fair skin.

“I followed that with the photo of you turning your back to the camera, looking over your shoulder at me, arms behind you, unfastening the bra. I felt my anticipation growing rapidly.

“Then it was on to the third photo. My beautiful Anna is facing me again, one big boob escaping the bra and begging for attention, your eyes and smile teasing me. It was what some call a ‘one tit out’ photo—a keen interest of mine. I now felt something else on me growing rapidly!

“Finally, the last photo, with you standing, topless, both amazing tits defying gravity and proudly displaying lovely nipples. You are extending your arm, handing me the bra, a flirtatious look in your eyes. I almost died of pleasure.”

“That sounds wonderful, Bart. I’m breathless myself; you must have gotten very hard. I can just picture that little cock of yours pointing straight up while gazing longingly at those amazing photos of me. You...are so lucky!”

“I was very hard indeed, Anna, but I survived it. I then fantasized that we snuck into one of those fitting rooms at a store together, and I helped you try on bras, one after another, putting them on, adjusting your lovely tits, discussing the bras with you as we both admired your image in the mirror, then taking them off.”

“Oooh, Bart, you are on fire! I would be willing to do that with you sometime; you would be in heaven.”

“I would love that, Anna. Oh, and about those skin-tight jeans in the photos, I imagined myself standing behind you, unfastening and removing your bra, then wrapping both my arms around you, my left arm cupping your left breast, and...my right hand slipping into those tight jeans, sliding under your panties and feeling your pussy lips between my fingers.”

“Wow...and wow, Bart, I bet you didn’t survive beyond that thought! Did it get very messy?”

“Yes, Anna, it sure did. I practically exploded.”

“I wish I had been there to see that, Bart. It pleases me beyond measure to be able to do that to you.”

She then moved on.

“We will leave talk of that beautiful black negligee for Friday, Bart, but do tell me about your experience with those amazing beach photos. I felt certain that bikini photo would tent pole your bathing suit. Maybe someday you will see it in person.”

“Oh, god, yes, Anna. I spent hours with those last night. I couldn’t believe how small that bikini bottom was and how well your boobs held their shape with no shoulder straps. You must have had heads turning that day.”

“I sure did, Bart, but tell me about your fantasy with as much detail as you can. You know how much that pleases me.”

“OK, we were standing on the beach in the hot sun. You turned to face me, smiled, then slowly...painfully slowly...removed your bikini top and tossed it to me. You looked statuesque standing there topless wearing only a bikini bottom. Those tits needed to be free, I thought, feeling the sun and the breeze and available for everyone to admire.

“I noticed some sand on your left breast, which was spoiling the image of perfection. It bothered me; I stared at it, and my hand started to reach for it. You looked down and saw what I was fixated upon. You smiled and nodded to me.

“I brushed the sand away with my hand, feeling your nipple brush my palm and your breast sway back and forth.

“You then looked down at your bikini bottom, then up at me with a devilish smile. You shook your head with a sad, teasing look, then nodded with a big smile. You repeated both gestures a couple more times, trying to drive me crazy—no...yes...no...yes. I nodded weakly and mouthed the word ‘please.’ You relented and, again painfully slowly, removed the bikini bottom and tossed it to me. You stood before me totally naked in the full sun. I stood transfixed, admiring your whole body.

“You then turned away and ran to the water, with tits bouncing joyfully, and jumped into a large wave. I was spellbound.”

“Oh God, Bart, I was wonderful; I will enjoy reliving that memory for some time. Do go on,” she implored.

“A moment later, you emerged from the water, your whole body glistening wet in the sun, drops of water running down your breasts and dripping from your nipples.”

“Oooh, that’s an image I would enjoy seeing every bit as much as you! It must have been beautiful. Please continue."

“You sat on a towel next to me and asked me to reapply sunscreen to your entire beautiful body. I had to remove my own bathing suit first because I was rapidly outgrowing it.

“I started with your breasts, rubbing in the sunscreen, perhaps a little longer than necessary. I didn’t feel like moving on, but I eventually continued with your midsection and on to your legs. I was using both hands, one on each leg; I was gazing down lustfully. Your pussy was looking up at me, tempting me; I gave in and was lowering my head to kiss it, when...”

“Yes, Bart, and then? Don’t stop there! I am enjoying this immensely. Go on.”

“The fantasy sort of ended there, Anna. I had some cleanup duties to attend to; if you get my meaning.”

“Of course, Bart; you did well to get that far, really. It was a wonderful experience for you, but again you fell inches short of your goal. Obviously just the thought of kissing my pussy makes you come—that’s understandable, I guess. Don’t worry, I will get you there this week, and it will be well worth it.

“Let’s finish this call with a new fantasy for you. I am sending you one more photograph of me that I just posed for this afternoon. I made it specifically for you, Bart, to help you realize your most desired fantasy. You can try it now; then on Friday I will bring it to life for you in spectacular fashion.”

I breathlessly opened the new file. At first glance it looked like a copy of the third photo from last week, the exact same pose and clothing, an up-skirt view with sheer black stockings, but with two distinct differences: her striped sweater was pulled down, covering her breasts, and...she was not wearing panties.

“OK, Bart, I hope you are naked. Just gaze longingly at the photo and let my voice guide you. As you can see, I have covered my lovely tits. That’s to help focus your attention, Bart; I know how much of a distraction they are for you.”

“Go for it, Anna. I’m ready,” I replied.

“Start by cupping your right hand over those oversized balls of yours. Slowly squeeze and release them repeatedly, and turn your attention to my photo.

“In your mind, rest both arms on my stockinged legs and feel the soft material from your fingers to your elbows. Slowly run your hands downward right to my toes and then, even more slowly, back up, all while staring up my skirt at my beautiful pussy. It is calling to you, Bart.”

“I feel it, Anna, and my cock is pointing straight up already.”

“Take your cock in your right hand. Squeeze gently with all five fingers and stroke very slowly. Don’t rush.

“Now, again in your mind, place both hands on my thighs, above the stockings. Lean forward and kiss my inner thighs again and again. Now feel my curly hair on your cheeks and lips. Start stroking yourself a little faster in anticipation of what is to come.”

“I am doing it, Anna. Please continue,” I whispered weakly.

“Now, Bart, kiss my inner lips; you can do it—again and again, Bart. Now lick them from bottom to top. Begin to stroke yourself faster. Take my lips in your mouth and gently suck on them, as if they were the source of life itself. Now...”

“Stop, Anna, please. My whole body started to shake, and a wave of pleasure washed over me. I couldn’t take any more. It’s over, but it ended beautifully. You are incredible, Anna.”

“I really am, Bart, and I could really sense your pleasure; it infected me too. Practice that on your own and try to last a little longer next time. I will see you Friday evening. We will make a memory for you that will last a lifetime. Goodnight, Bart.”

Visiting Anna Again

I arrived at Anna’s apartment right on time. I was so excited that I could already sense a wetness that could only be a bit of pre-cum.

Anna greeted me wearing the sheer black negligee I had seen in her photo. It was knee-length, see-through material with a fancy pattern woven into it, topped with sheer bra cups with a floral pattern obscuring her nipples. The thin straps extended from the shoulders up and over her breasts, passing right over her nipples to join the lower skirt section. Underneath, however—unlike the photo—I could see small black panties. She wore no stockings.

“Welcome, Bart,” she said and then promptly embraced me, kissing me slowly on the mouth while pressing her breasts against me and lightly squeezing my balls with her right hand. She held that position for about a count of ten.

I felt a bit dizzy while I removed all my clothes and placed them on the shelf as I had been instructed the previous week.

Anna learned from last week too; she provided the initial spark to get me aroused right at the door this time. And it worked; I was already fully erect, my thin five-inch boner pointed sharply upward. As Anna requested, I had re-tied the yellow ribbon from the previous week around my balls like a cock ring.

“Wow, that worked well, Bart. Allow me a quick test.” She placed her fingers on the head of my penis and slowly pushed it down towards the floor, then released. It instantly sprang upwards to its original position, pointing at her face. “Perfect. You are very pleased to see me,” she said, then added, “and I am pleased to see that my effect on you is as strong as ever.

“I am sure you have observed that, unlike the photo I sent you, I am wearing panties under this lovely negligee; I know an important detail like that would never escape your notice. I am trying to slow the effect my body has on you for your sake, Bart, to prolong your pleasure.”

“Thank you, Anna,” I replied meekly.

She then tapped my erect penis several times with her hand, watching it bounce back, and with a satisfied smile said, “Go make yourself comfortable, Bart, while I mix us a couple drinks.”

Anna joined me in the living room and placed the two drinks on the end table. We remained standing, facing each other, my fully erect cock pointing upward at Anna’s face.

A Stocking Fetish

“So, no black stockings this week, Anna?” I asked.

“Ah, you miss them, don’t you, Bart? We can easily fix that. Wait here a moment.”

Anna returned from the bedroom with a pair of sheer black stay-up stockings and handed them to me.

“Here they are, Bart. You...may have the pleasure of putting them on me. I am certain you will enjoy that,” she said with a wink.

I was right onboard with that idea! Anna sat down on the sofa, leaned back, and extended her right leg.

“Kneel in front of me, Bart. Now gently collapse the fabric into your hands so you can start with the toe. That’s it. Extend it smoothly all the way up to my thigh. Beautifully done.

“Hey, Bart, no peeking at my panties; that will come later,” she added with a giggle.

She then extended her left leg and received the same treatment.

“Is that better, Bart? Even more beautiful now?”

“Yes, Anna, I love it,” I replied honestly.

“I see that, Bart. I would even venture to guess that you like wearing them too. Am I right?”

“I do, Anna,” I admitted.

“I thought so,” she confirmed.

Anna then extended her newly stockinged right foot, tapped my balls gently, and continued caressing my stomach and chest, moving all the way up to my face. She stroked my left cheek, then the right one, and then lightly touched my mouth. She didn’t need to ask; I lowered my head and softly kissed her sheer black stockinged toes.

“Is that sufficient, Bart, or are you feeling a strong desire to experience my left leg too?”

“I would love to feel the left as well, Anna,” I replied. “And I am sure you know that.”

She repeated the same ritual with her left leg and I kissed that foot too.

“Stand up now, Bart,” she instructed.

Anna rose as well, and we stood facing each other.

Some Intense Breast Worship

Anna slowly stretched, extending her arms above her head, then proceeded to strike several sensual poses, finishing with a sigh and a long glance, admiring herself in the mirror above the sofa.

“Have you ever seen anything so beautiful, Bart?” And then she answered for me, “No, just kidding; of course you haven’t.”

“Your beauty is overwhelming me, Anna,” I said. “May I touch you?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, Bart, but let me guide you.” She took my hand in hers and continued. “Explore the shape of my beautiful tits and the exquisite feel of this material, Bart. Pass your fingertips over my breasts very lightly; don’t squeeze or lift. Close your eyes and study them like a blind person learns a friend’s face.

“Locate the little bumps my nipples make. Explore the lacy pattern around my nipples. Picture those nipples bare like you saw last week. Imagine yourself kissing my nipples. How many more times can I mention them, I wonder? One more time. Aren’t my nipples beautiful, Bart?

“Find the boundary where the material ends and my flesh begins. Follow the edge of the fabric as it leads you to my cleavage. Probe gently into this area; feel the warmth of my breasts on both sides of your fingers.”

I did exactly as she described; it was wonderful, and I told her so.

“Now, Bart, cup both breasts from below and lift gently, feel their weight, then release. That’s double-D, Bart; remember that weight.”

“I will, Anna, I promise. They are perfection.”

“Would you like me to pop one boob out for you to admire, feel, and kiss, Bart? Or need I ask?” she said rhetorically.

“Yes, please, Anna,” I pleaded. “You know very well I would love that.”

She pulled her right breast free of the negligee. It bounced slightly, maintaining its youthful shape while still showing the natural influence of gravity. Her nipple was proudly erect.

“My gift to you, Bart, is this opportunity to fulfill your profile fantasy for breast worship. Let your feelings guide you. I will monitor your pulse for you.” She took my erect cock in her right hand, using all five fingers to gently squeeze it.

I held her large breast with both hands while I softly kissed it all over. I enjoyed feeling the weight and the softness by lightly squeezing and lifting. My tongue found her nipple and circled it a few times before my lips closed around it and pulled it gently.

My right hand then found her left breast, and without asking permission, I slipped my hand under the fabric from the top. I could feel the nipple poking the palm of my hand and the sheer black fabric on the back of my hand. I pushed the fabric down, releasing the equally wonderful left tit, which bounced into full view.

Anna started stroking my hard cock very slowly in and out while I continued my unabashed breast worship. With each outstroke, I thought I was going to lose it.

My fingertips explored the contours of both breasts simultaneously while my mouth moved from one to the other, trying to equally favor both nipples with kisses.

After about a couple minutes of this, I could tell the end was near. I slowly looked up into Anna’s eyes and nodded imperceptibly; she squeezed a bit harder and made one quick, strong stroke, and I spontaneously pumped three loads of cum into Anna’s hand. My whole body shuddered, my knees went weak, and I needed to steady myself by holding Anna’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Anna,” I managed to say between heavy breaths.

Like the week before, she led me to the bathroom to gently wash my balls and penis with a warm cloth, and just as the previous week, I didn’t want her to stop. First removing the yellow ribbon, she then tied a red ribbon on me.

“You have advanced another level, Bart; only one more to go. Go back to the living room, and I will join you in a moment.”

I sat on the sofa and waited for Anna. She returned shortly, carrying a small desk lamp, which she placed on the chair across from me, then turned towards me.

A Hint of Pussy Worship

“I have a very special treat for you this week, Bart. I know that you have returned to a non-aroused state after that amazing experience you had, getting to know my lovely tits, but I am certain this will get you hard and pointing at the ceiling yet again.”

She took my penis in her right hand, feeling its softness. “Don’t worry, little guy. Help is on the way,” she promised. “Bart, have you ever seen any of those short videos on Instagram where a woman, wearing only a very light sundress, stands in front of a bright light such that it shines through the dress between her legs, creating a beautiful outline of her pussy details?”

“Yes, I have; I love those videos, Anna. Are you going to do that for me?”

“Yes, Bart, and we will make a video of it for you so you can enjoy it as often as you like. I am sure it will bring you years of pleasure.”

She turned on the lamp and started recording with her phone, which was on a small tripod beside me.

“Focus on me, Bart; try to look me in the eyes for as long as you can. Hold eye contact with me. It will be very difficult,” she added with a smile.

She started moving sensuously, her thin black negligee swirling side to side. She maintained constant eye contact with a teasing, provocative smile.

After a few seconds, my peripheral vision caught a light shining through the sheer fabric between her legs, and my eyes moved involuntarily downward. I saw the backlit outline of her pussy—plump outer lips beautifully framing inner labia, which hung down an inch or more and were slowly swinging back and forth. I inhaled sharply. Anna had won; I failed to hold eye contact with her.

My eyes darted rapidly up and down...up and down, looking alternately into Anna’s eyes which were almost hypnotic and then between her legs. I continued this for what seemed like an hour but was likely just a couple minutes. My gaze eventually stopped shifting and was transfixed, staring impotently into Anna’s eyes. I could sense without looking that I was hard as a rock.

“Wonderful, Bart, that worked perfectly—as I knew it would. You were completely helpless, under my spell, like putty in my hands. Now, I will allow you one quick kiss on the lips, and then we will relax a bit. I don’t want you going over the edge just yet.”

Any doubt in my mind about what Anna meant by a ‘kiss on the lips’ was quickly erased as she walked up close to me and raised the hem of her negligee.

“It’s now or never, Bart. Take pleasure in it but don’t get too excited. You have a long road ahead tonight.”

I inhaled slowly, then leaned forward and lightly kissed her pussy lips for the first time. I tried to linger there, but she turned away. I closed my eyes and relived the experience a couple more times.

Anna stopped the video recording and said, “I will send you the video file. I know you will want to re-watch it many pleasurable times; I will too, actually. I look so amazing in this black negligee and sheer black stockings.

“Stand up for me, Bart, and show me what I have accomplished.”

I stood, and Anna took the phone and snapped a photo of me from about my waist to my knees.

“Perfect,” she said, “I will include this photo with the video as a memento of your experience. Take a look.”

She showed me the photo with my boner pointed sharply upwards, the red ribbon tied around my large balls. I felt relieved that she didn’t include my face.

Admiring Anna’s Body

“Relax and catch your breath for a moment, Bart,” she said. “Then we will realize your ultimate fantasy, as promised. It will be your opportunity to combine all you have learned. My entire beautiful body will be yours to worship and adore as you choose. It will be an experience you will cherish for life.”

In one smooth motion, Anna removed the black negligee and tossed it aside. She also removed the stockings I had so lovingly put on her. She stood before me, totally naked for the first time. She didn’t just stand like she was waiting for a bus; she posed with her left leg extended to her side, toes pointed, and her arms raised, open, and palms up, like she was presenting herself for me to admire—and I did.

I was awestruck! Despite the fact that I had seen all her sexy parts individually, her completely nude pose just floored me. As they say, the whole is often greater than the sum of the parts.

Anna knew not to rush a dramatic moment like that. She held that pose like she could tell from my face that I was still too entranced to move.

I loved the way her hair landed on her shoulder, with some falling in front and some in back. I gazed anew at her breasts; looking up from a seated position, they looked more shapely and pointy than ever, with her prominent nipples looking down at me. Her extended left leg opened the view of her pussy, revealing extra details. Her bare legs, long and refined, looked just as ravishing as they did wearing the sheer black stockings.

Never one to rush somebody who was busy admiring her body, she nevertheless eventually extended her hand and said, “Take my hand and come with me, Bart.”

I followed with great anticipation as she led me to the bedroom.

A Bit of Foreplay

Standing in front of me at the foot of the bed, Anna put her arms around my neck and pulled our two naked bodies together.

“You need a bit of a boost, Bart. You’re just barely pointing above the horizontal. I expect your usual 60-degree salute to my beauty. I will take care of it for you.

“Place your hands on my back, and use just your fingertips to explore my lovely contours,” she instructed.

She then started to sensuously kiss my chest all over, including my nipples, which she was also lightly biting. She brushed my chest with her tits, moving them back and forth. I sighed with pleasure.

Anna then took my right hand and moved it down between her legs.

“Lightly explore my exterior pussy details, Bart. Very lightly, don’t push or squeeze anything; just trace the shape and form an image in your mind. Feel the softness of my hair and imagine feeling it against your lips.”

After a very pleasurable moment, I felt a hand caress my balls, and Anna said, “Mission accomplished, Bart. Look here, a full 60 degrees, I would say. It’s pointing right up at me.”

I was indeed fully erect and pointing at Anna. I could also see a few drops of pre-cum on the tip of my cock. Anna noticed it too.

“Oh, I may have gone a bit too far, Bart. Let me take care of that for you,” she said as she bent over, took the head of my penis in her mouth, and cleaned it off.

That...sent a wave of pleasure through me. She darn near had a lot more than a couple drops to take care of.

Total Female Body Worship

“You are 100% ready, Bart. Your long-awaited fantasy starts now. My incredible body is yours to worship and adore. I will lie on the bed like this, to start.”

She lay on her back, her arms extended above her head towards the wall, and her legs spread wide.

“And when the time is right, I will do this.”

She lifted her legs high in the air, forming a large V, and wrapped her arms around them. She pulled her legs back, curving her torso and raising her pussy high. It was the ideal position for me to indulge my desires and for her to watch every moment.

Anna relaxed back to lying flat and said, “Well, what are you waiting for, Bart? A beautiful pussy waits for no man.”

I started at the head of the bed, kissing Anna’s arms and shoulders while my right hand caressed her body—over the left breast and down, stopping at the soft pubic hair. My mouth traveled down the inside of her right arm and into her armpit. It was warm and moist, and I felt a hint of trimmed hair. Pussy substitute, I thought.

I moved on to kissing her right breast on all sides, then spent a good amount of time on her nipple, pulling it up gently with my lips. My right hand explored her inner thighs, moving as far as I could reach and then back to the comfort of her pussy.

My lips continued their journey downward, kissing her every couple of inches across Anna’s chest and belly until finally reaching the gates of paradise—I felt her hair on my lips.

I moved around, between Anna’s legs, and she promptly raised them into a V and pulled them back, giving both of us a front-row seat to admire her pussy together. I dove right in, first feeling her curly hair with my lips, circling around all sides. I kissed her outer and inner lips and ran my tongue from bottom to top along them.

I was breathing hard and felt more aroused than I had in a long time. I had longed for this moment since I first saw photo 3, a week and a half ago.

And then I stopped.

I Learn What Pleasures Anna

“Anna,” I said. “I am worried that I am not satisfying you. I am not very experienced at pleasuring a woman in this way.”

“Relax, Bart. You are doing great...”

“But, Anna, I...”

“Bart, let me explain,” she interrupted. “I don’t rely on your tongue or your penis for my pleasure, or anybody else’s. This is for you, Bart. This is your fantasy. You can do no wrong.

“My pleasure comes from sharing my beautiful body with others and seeing firsthand the pleasure and pure joy it gives them. Long after you have gone, I will be able to lie down, close my eyes, and relive all the moments of ecstasy that I saw in your face; and this will bring me orgasmic pleasure beyond what any man could...and I may touch myself a bit too; even I can’t resist this body.

“All that being said, Bart. I was enjoying what you were doing...so get back to it.”

It all made sense to me now, and I wasted no more time. Without another word, I jumped on that beautiful pussy like a starving man.

A Fantasy Fulfilled

I pushed my tongue between her inner labia, separating them, then closed my mouth around one lip, which extended out about an inch. I sucked it gently for a moment, then gave equal attention to the other.

My tongue found Anna’s clit and began circling it, then stroking up and over it, and then down as far as I could reach.

I pushed my nose as deep as I could and moved it up and down. When I tried to withdraw my nose, I suddenly felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing it back down deeper.

Anna, likely sensing that being forced would turn me on even more, refused to allow escape from this position. I moved my head back and forth and felt myself becoming more aroused by the second.

I was soon breathing rapidly in loud, short gasps and could sense that I was hard as a rock, but I continued.

I felt Anna’s body start to move up and down, and the level of wetness was increasing rapidly. She sighed loudly.

Inspired by her response, I impulsively took the initiative! I shifted forward and pushed my hard cock into Anna. She gasped loudly. I made just three or four strokes before I experienced an involuntary muscle contraction and spontaneously ejaculated.

I lay face down beside Anna, my right hand resting on her left breast. What just happened? I wondered. Did I actually bring Anna to orgasm, or did she sense the level of pleasure that her body was giving me, and that did it for her? Is she a true sexual empath? I may never know for sure, I thought.

Leaving Anna

Apparently, I had now reached the end of my fantasy adventure with Anna. After getting dressed, Anna met me by the door. She had two items with her.

“Here is your blue ribbon, Bart. I will leave it for you to install at home if you like. Oh, and one more thing.”

She then showed me the computer tablet that I used the previous week. It displayed a matrix of small thumbnail images of photos.

“Look, Bart, I have added your photo to my logbook, to remember you by.”

I looked down, aghast, at a dozen or more erect cocks of all shapes and sizes, all with red ribbons.

Seeing the shocked look on my face, Anna quickly added, “I hope you are not offended, Bart. I really loved our time together.”

Despite this indignity, I still wanted to see Anna again.

“Ah, not at all, Anna.” I smiled. “Can I see you again sometime?” I asked.

“Message me next year, on the anniversary of our first message, and we’ll arrange something,” she replied.

She then kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodbye, Bart, or whatever your name is.”

“Goodbye, Anna,” I said.

Back Home

I thought for a moment about my two profiles on the dating site. The sensible thing to do would be to delete the ‘alternate,’ intimate profile and focus on the main profile in pursuit of a serious relationship. Yes, that would’ve been the right thing to do, but...an image of Anna flashed through my mind and stopped me. I reached out and temporarily deactivated my main profile instead.

Why hurry? I thought.