“Yes of course.”

I felt my stomach jump as I pressed send on the email. I had expected the question and deep down I wanted it to be asked. There was now no turning back.

It had been six months since we had first chatted on a website for writers. We found a common interest in trying to use the smallest number of words we could for our own stories and poems. I loved haiku poems because of the discipline needed. She just loved writing poetry and was good at it.

We hooked up outside the website, first by email and then by any number of the various social networking platforms. We’d talk writing, books, music, art and cinema most of the time and occasionally we’d talk about more personal things.

I can’t remember how it started but we took a big step a few weeks ago and had some wonderfully surprising and good phone sex. Nothing like that had ever happened but we’d both been drinking, it was late and we were kidding around when she mentioned she had a stiff neck.

Of course I mentioned my ‘qualification’ in the art of full body massage. She didn’t believe me and even went as far as taunting me. I had to prove myself and proceeded to talk her through how I would sort her neck out. 

I could tell from her voice that my words were having an effect on her. I couldn’t see her but her breathing and changes in her voice made me wonder what she was actually doing.

As I carried on speaking to her, I could feel my cock hardening at the thought of her with her headphones in gently caressing her breasts and nipples. Whilst I hadn’t seen them naked, they always looked good whatever she was wearing.

“Where are you right now?” she asked suddenly.

“On one of my three couches of course and why do you ask?" I replied.

“I just wondered because I am on my bed now and actually wish you were her with me,” she said. “Please carry on.”

I knew instantly what that meant. We had talked about sex and our combined lack of it but left it there rather than doing anything about it. We were both in relationships that had lost all physical contact and could only chat when our other halves were out or away or when we sneaked out for an hour or so.

Slowly and softly I told her how I would be touching her. Caressing her back, kissing her spine, running my oily hands over the back of her thighs and then squeezing her bottom.

Her breathing had changed and every time I touched her somewhere new, she moaned into my ears so beautifully I couldn’t stop myself putting my hand in my shorts and touching my hard cock.

“It's time to turn over,” I whispered.

“About time you bloody tease,” she said.

“Now I am going to use my mouth on you,” I replied and started describing how I would kiss her mouth, her neck, shoulders breasts and nipples. My own voice was beginning to alter as I started to stroke my cock slowly.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as I described my tongue licking her nipples, making them hard and wet. There were moans in my ears as I moved to her pussy, explaining how my tongue would touch her there. We were both getting carried away.

“Are you stroking yourself?” she asked.

Oh yes how could I not be,” I replied.

“Oh god,” she hissed as my tongue found her clit, licking flicking and circling.

I could picture her naked on her bed, one hand between her open legs, rubbing her clit as the other squeezed her breasts and nipples. My voice was shaky as I told her I was sliding my fingers into her wet pussy and slowly finger fucking her.

She moaned loudly in my ears as I pictured her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy faster and faster as I stroked my cock faster and faster.

We were beyond doing anything but cumming together.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum,” she moaned.

“Me too,” I groaned.

I couldn’t hold back and neither could she and we came together, loudly and messily, separated by seventy miles. As we calmed down, letting the pleasure fade slowly, our breathing slowed to normal and we started to speak.

“Oh my that was strong,” I whispered.

“That was the first time I have done that,” she replied.

“Well when we meet, we can do this properly,” I replied.

“I can’t wait,” she said.