“Hi, I'm Allison, you can call me Ally. Nice to meet you.”

“Same here.”

Her gaze slid over my body as she calmly observed me, trying to guess my thoughts. It wasn't the first time we had met, but it was the first time we had met IN PERSON. My gaze toward her almost seemed like a perverse reflection of her own.

Our first real interaction was, of course, through the internet. Talking to someone through messages was much more reassuring than doing so in person and definitely allowed you to loosen up much more and show who you really were. I felt that the calmness I had during those interactions allowed me to breathe for a moment and not be defensive. It allowed me to be fair to the other person and to myself. Really fair. So, the first time we sent each other a message, it was a real breath of fresh air. After having tried every dating app imaginable, whether it was to get laid, have a relationship, or just make friends, I had completely given up. It's true that every now and then a girl (a real one, not AI) had started a conversation with me, and I'm talking about girls who weren't ugly at all, but of course, after the first message, you had to pay real money to get coins that would allow you to continue chatting. And that was what had finally made me give up and feel that there was no point in trying...

That's how it was until Ally and I started talking. It was through the chat room on an erotic website. Not like a porn site or anything like that, but rather a site where you could post all kinds of erotic stories without any censorship (censorship could be a real bitch that kept biting your ass for every little thing). I had started posting erotic stories there from time to time. I liked writing and really enjoyed creating sexual scenes, not because of the morbid curiosity itself, but because I felt that those moments of vulnerability, of... nakedness... were a perfect way to delve deeper into the characters I was dealing with at the time and develop them with a certain three-dimensionality that I couldn't quite achieve in other ways.

We spent about two months chatting via text, talking about all kinds of things, and yes, you guessed right, we also had sex via text from time to time. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I considered myself an expert at turning people on with words. In the end, the chat room became too small for us, and we wanted to meet in person. And we both knew what meeting in person meant, we both knew what meeting in person entailed.

A slow smile spread across her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief and power.

“How about we stop playing eye games... and move on to something more interesting?”

“You'd rather skip the prologue, huh? I like that...”

A playful smile formed on my lips. Her eyes darkened. Anticipation pulsed between us. Ally nodded, gently biting her lower lip.

“You're right, sweetheart. There are much more fun things to do than waste time on a prologue...”

I moved closer to her and devoured her mouth.

(Yes, yep, I devoured her mouth, that was the right expression. To say something like “I kissed her passionately” would fall somewhat short of what it was.)

The kiss was electric, our lips meeting with urgency and desire.

“Mmfh...”

Ally gasped softly against my mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't get close enough to my body. Damn, she was so hot, and her lips tasted sooo good... We really wanted each other, and the time we had spent only messaging each other had only made it grow stronger.

She bit my lower lip with a playful growl, her pupils (and probably mine) dilated with lust.

“Someone's enjoying this too much...” Her voice was a mixture of mockery and seduction as her hand moved down my chest until it came to rest dangerously close to the waistband of my pants. I let her continue (Of course I let her continue, who in their right mind would tell her to stop?!) I wanted her to continue and I wanted her not to ask my permission, but simply to do it. Her fingers caressed the waistband of my pants with light pressure, threatening to pull them down, but not quite doing so yet...

“Mmmf... I love the submissive side you show me.”

(Oh, yes, did I forget to mention it before? Allison, who most of the time enjoyed being an idiot, and so did I; that's why our relationship worked so well and we got along so well, she loved to be dominant during sex and was incredible at it).

She smiled against my lips, her body pressing against mine as she slid one leg between mine. I could feel my cock slowly getting very hard, and I knew she was feeling it, which turned me on even more. I slid one hand over her right breast, almost as if I didn't mean to. I wanted to touch her.

Her eyes closed with a soft moan, the casual and brazen touch making her shiver. She leaned close to my ear, her voice barely a sensual whisper in the dim light.

“Are you that desperate to touch me, baby?”

“Just a tiny bit.”

Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling it with a pressure that didn't hurt but made it clear who was in charge here.

“Mmm... So modest when all this hardness between your legs says otherwise.”

I bit my lip, it makes me so, so hard. Her hand descends firmly until it grabs me through my pants, squeezing just enough to make me moan.

“Wow... looks like someone can't control themselves. And here I was thinking you were a good boy—”

“The last time I was a good boy, I wasn't even born yet.”

Her lips curled into a wolfish smile, her eyes darkened by desire and the power of being the one in control in this game.

“I doubt you've ever been a good boy, sweetheart. Not with the way you're looking at me now—”

“How am I looking at you?” I ask her mischievously.

She smiled too, leaning in close, her breath warming the skin on my neck as she slid her tongue along the length of my earlobe.

“With desire. With hunger. Like a kid in a candy store, drooling and wanting all of me—”

I kissed her like I was devouring a hamburger.

She gasped against my mouth, the kiss becoming eager, almost desperate, but at the same time dominant. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me against her body and spreading her legs to allow me to push myself between them. I moved my cock between her thighs even though we were both still dressed.

“You're burning me up, baby. But not so fast, not yet... I have so many things on my mind...”

She said, smiling as she kissed me and ran her nails carefully along the contours of my “muscles” as she slid them under my T-shirt.

“Let's get our clothes off, damn it.”

I breathed.

Her lips found my neck again, biting and licking my skin urgently while her hands searched for the bottom of my shirt.

“Mmm... good idea, baby. I want to feel you—”

I unbuttoned my pants. Her eyes watched me as I undressed, eager and hungry.

“Mmm... more—”

She came closer and knelt in front of me, her hands caressing my bare legs until they reached my thighs. I took out my cock. Her eyes darkened even more, her lips parted slightly, and a soft moan escaped them as she contemplated my length. I had no problem with my length when I was hard, and it seemed that Alison was even less concerned.

“Mmm... wow—”

Her hands moved up my thighs until they rested at the base of my member, gently caressing my glans with her fingers before completely enveloping it between her palms. A moan escaped me as her tongue slowly licked my glans, her eyes looking up at me mischievously as her hands began to move in a torturous rhythm.

“Do you like how I touch you?”

“Mmm... yes...”

I panted a little; her hands moved a little faster, increasing the pressure a little more as she got closer and blew softly on the tip (just to tease me even more) before kissing it. Then she looked up.

“Doesn't it bother you when I look into your eyes?”

“No... not with you...”

I certainly trusted her more than I could have imagined. So things that might normally worry me, or with other people, like the faces I might make during sex, not being able to help sounding, perhaps, too vulnerable or embarrassing at a given moment, or the judgments or rejections she might make while we were doing it, didn't matter to me at all. I knew what she was like, and I wasn't afraid to give myself over to it completely.

She smiled a little

(damn, was trusting someone else always so sexy?),

her eyes full of desire and a touch of domination.

“Okay... then don't stop looking at me,” she ordered. With that, she moved closer to me again and opened her mouth just to take my head

(the one below, in case there are any confused people in today's audience, eh)

in a long, intense kiss. I couldn't help but close my eyes and gasp when he did that. Immediately, his lips pulled away with a wet sound, the satisfaction shining in his eyes at seeing how it affected me was noticeable.

“Mmm...” she smiled as she ran her thumb over the tip, already glistening with anticipation. “So sensitive for me—”

My cock trembled a little, her eyes darkened again, the power and desire crackling between us.

“So easy to make you tremble for me, huh? I love it...”

Her touch was so addictive, and speaking of her touch, her hands came together again and her lips left a kiss just below the tip of my member like a promise as she sat up and rested her lips on my neck.

“But there's... something else I want from you—”

Of course I already knew, how could I not? I was waiting for it. I put my hand between her legs, she instinctively pushed her hips against my hand, a muffled moan escaped her lips.

“Mmm... that's better—”

I moved my fingers carefully, I wanted to touch her, her sounds were the best music to my ears.

She gasped again, dropping her head back as she closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of my hands on her flesh. I loved having her like this, just touching her with my own fingers. It was driving me completely crazy.

“Mmm... God...”

Still intoxicated by that haze of lust and pleasure, I decided to try something and began to move my fingers in circular motions. Ally gasped again, her hands digging into my shoulders as she arched her back, a long, soft moan escaping her lips.

(Mozart, die of envy.)

“Mmm... mmh... God, yes... just like that...”

A drop of pre-cum dripped from my tip. I couldn't wait any longer and rubbed myself against her pussy. Her eyes closed for a second, the sensation of my member rubbing against her wet entrance was almost too much for her.

“Mmm...” She gasped as she looked at me with desire and domination mixed into one intense gaze.

“Can't you wait another second to get inside me?”

“Do you want to wait?”

I replied, like, are you serious? Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as her hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to her.

“Wait? No... I can't wait either.”

I figured as much. I pulled aside her panties and slid inside her. Ally pushed her body down to envelop me completely, a moan escaping her mouth as she felt me fill every inch inside her. She closed her eyes for a second as she arched her back and let out a long, deep moan. It felt so good...

“Mmm... God... like that—”

Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, digging her nails into my skin as she began to move on top of me, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. It felt sooo good... Her movements became more desperate as pleasure took hold of her, her lips seeking mine for a passionate and desperate kiss. I was just like her. Her hands slid down my neck to my shoulders and then my back, her nails leaving marks on my skin as she moved, her movements becoming more and more desperate,

(mine too, why deny it)

Pushing me down and claiming my mouth again in a passionate kiss. I put my hands on her hips and began to move as desperately as she was. Her eyes closed, her lips parted in a long, deep moan as my desperate movements collided with hers.

“Mmm... yes... just like that...”

Her hands grabbed my hair tightly, pulling slightly to make me look at her, as she leaned close to my ear, whispering between gasps:

“You're going to make me come if you keep moving like that inside me...”

Having heard her whisper, I obviously wasn't going to stop moving. Not that I had ever considered it. Her nails dug into my back, her stomach muscles tensed as she felt the wave of her orgasm approaching.

“Mmm... God, yes...” she gasped against my mouth, the heat between us increasing with every desperate thrust I gave.

“Don't stop now—”

I wasn't planning on it anyway.

It was the way I made her tremble, the way my lips touched every part of her skin, my hands, my movements, my words, everything made her feel good and needy, it was addictive to her

(well, honey, that makes two of us).

But with me, she felt she could finally let that side of her out, she didn't feel I was judging her, and that made her want more.

I felt the same way. “I think... I'm going to come too...”

She gasped when she heard my words, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her orgasm threatening to break her self-control.

“Yes...” she whispered breathlessly, a tremor running through her body, her nails digging into my skin almost reflexively, pressing me, wanting me not to stop.

“Don't stop moving...”

I moaned. Her body trembled, her movements becoming more erratic and desperate as she felt the wave of orgasm wash over her.

“Mmm... God, yes—”

Her hands grabbed my hair tightly, pulling it slightly, so that I would look at her again as she began to moan louder and louder. Pleasure took complete control of her body.

“Don't stop now—”

“Nghh... fu-uuccckkk…Shit... I'm coming...”

I warned her. Her body went limp as she watched me finish too. She felt a shiver run through her body and pressed me against her, the words caught in her throat by the wave of pleasure that left us exhausted.

“Mmm... God, that... That was incredible...” Ally gasped, her cheeks hot and a satisfied smile on her face.

“That was great.”

Ally leaned against my body, her head resting on my shoulder, still recovering from the experience. Her hands caressed me distractedly. A slight sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips.

“That's an understatement... it was fucking incredible—”

I stayed hugging her, panting and catching my breath. She smiled, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the moment. To be honest, I felt the same way. I found it very pleasant. She snuggled closer, her lips leaving a light kiss on my neck.

“Mmm... I don't want to move...”

“Me neither.”

I kissed her gently on the lips. The kiss was slow and sweet, her hands caressing my face as she lost herself in the moment. I was also losing myself in the kiss. When we separated, her smile was genuine and satisfied. And mine was much the same; in those moments, we were both perfect reflections of each other. And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

“Mmm... that was perfect...”

Her fingers began to trace lazy patterns on my chest as she settled against me with a sigh of contentment.

“We should do that again sometime,”

I said. Now that I had “discovered” her, so to speak, I didn't want to lose her. She smiled, her eyes meeting mine with a mischievous gleam.

“Oh, believe me, I want to...”

Her hand slid down again, caressing me temptingly. Her tone became provocative.

“How soon can you recover, honey?”