I sit here, on my side of the screen, imagining what you do on your side of the screen. I mention real life often but treat you like a fantasy. You are real, and we discuss any number of things, not always sexual. I do react to your words, my body reacts to your words. Therefore, there is a factor of reality in every chat.
Do you imagine what I am doing? Do you see me playing with my hair? Do you imagine me naked when I tell you I am still in bed? In your mind, are you watching my fingers caress my breasts, circling my nipples, pinching them, pulling them, and rolling them between my fingers?
I try not to imagine you in your car or your office or work lavatory hand down your pants. I prefer to imagine you at home, music or television on in the background, reading our words. I imagine our heads taking us to the places our typed words suggest or describe.
Your virtual fingers drag along my skin, sending shivers up my spine. I close my eyes and can feel a finger or two gliding up the inside of my leg, pausing at my knee. Leaving me to anticipate what direction you will take next. Will it continue up the inside of my thigh, or will you circle my kneecap as your breath caresses my ear?
I imagine my hand gliding up your arm, across your shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze and then tracing your scapula before caressing lower and lower. My hand flattens on your lower back as I reach the top of your cheeks. Dare I stroke across one or both? Such a cute bum, I cannot resist giving each cheek separate attention. My fingers barely reaching your crack, stopping just shy of the bottom as I squeeze your cheek in my palm and then I move to the other giving equal attention. Will my doing so make you squirm in your seat?
I watch your words as they appear and they make me warm. My hand wanders as I read, tracing where you direct. My nipple hardens as two fingers circle them. One finger moving across the now pointy tip. Goosebumps form on my white skin as you trace the dark circle. Round and round, that single finger strays across every few revolutions.
The image in my head of your eyes locked on mine as we explore each other’s minds. You take me places I had not imagined before. I trace down your chest, around your nipples and down to your belly. Circling your navel, I lick my lips in anticipation of kissing you. Lower my finger traces, a drop of pre-cum lands on the back of my hand. I smile as I bring my hand to my lips, my tongue licking across the back of my hand. I start again, tracing rather quickly down your arm, my eyes still locked on yours as I savor the flavor from the back of my hand. Are you getting hard now?
Lower I reach this time palm up, slowly moving down until I feel the crinkles of the skin wrapped around your two orbs. Holding them in my hand, I gently squeeze as I rub them round and round, my thumb against the base of your shaft.
As I read your words, my hand drags along my arm, tracing my clavicle as you tell me what you are doing in your mind. My fingers trace down between my breasts, do we go left or right? I wait for your words to tell me. Being a southpaw, you start on my right side. My index finger traces around and around slowly moving inward, my thumb accidentally brushes the tip of my nipple. A shiver quakes up my spine, and I feel the spasm in my lower abdomen that moves down to my clit.
As my mind tells me how your touch will feel, my fingers mimic your words. I have goosebumps, more from the thought of your touch than the cool air in my room.
My nipple grows harder and I find it getting more difficult to type my side of this chat. You tell me your philosophy has always been “ladies first” which I find quite charming, yet I feel selfish in not being able to type fast enough as my mind and my body are being distracted by your words.
I tell you how I will hold your cock at its base with my index finger and thumb. I wrap around and tighten my grip as my other three fingers caress your balls. My hand moves up your shaft. Slowly my fingers each wrap around, loosening my grip as I move up. The tip of your head hides beneath your foreskin. I wonder if your hand now has a grip and if you are typing one-handed, as I am.
My index finger now circles the dark center, it is hardening at the thought of your touch. Slowly the circle getting smaller until it is right at the, now hard, pointy tip. Following your instructions, my thumb meets my index finger and with the point right between them, I give a pinch. Another spasm moves through my body, ending at my pelvis. I can feel a twinge in my clit and moisture forming at my opening.
We have been chatting now for half an hour. Each of us is waiting on the other side of the screen, for the words to appear. Some would say a video chat would be hotter, but for me, to have you in my head, leading my body to certain conclusions, is far hotter than anything visual at this moment.
My fingers are now at the end of your long shaft. My index finger crosses over the tip, it is quite wet now. I gently pull your foreskin back revealing your head whose tip is now glistening. Pulling your foreskin down, even more, I start to stroke you. Ever so slowly, up and down, I change the firmness of my grip. Are you now stroking with me?
A few circles and pinches of my left breast and nipple and I feel your fingers glide along my abdomen. Moving lower, your finger takes a dip in my navel. I imagine the look in your eyes as you reach the top of my slit. I see a twinkle as a single finger glides ever so slightly down, farther and farther, pausing as if you will push between my lips. You do not and I fight hard not to let my fingers spread them apart.
Up and down, fast and slow, tight and loose I describe how I will stroke you. I need to kiss you now; I need to feel your lips on mine, your tongue asking permission to enter. Sitting here, my laptop propped on my knees. I imagine it is you, as we sit facing each other. My legs over your legs, my feet rest at your hips. Your legs under my legs and your feet against my hips, we do not look at each other’s bodies, just into each other’s eyes. Are you imagining something similar?