Now I don't know what made me do it exactly. Maybe it was my anger from being rejected by a couple female interests earlier in the year, the testosterone boost from working out 3-4x per week (as a result of that anger), or the fact that I had not been on a single date in years. Then again, maybe it was a combination of all these things. All I knew was that I needed to get laid.
The closest I achieved to penetrating pussy in the last few years was by proxy of a video-calling service to an eagerly sexual Indonesian girl half-way around the globe. We engaged in several sessions of mutual masturbation. I recall her placing her pussy in full view of the webcam as she laid back, fingering herself as I broadcast my own stroking routine with pleasure. On an earlier occasion when we were chatting, she asked "What size your dick." "5 inches," was my response, to which she followed with neither disappointment nor glee, but went on with her persuit of other questions, as though we were moving into a more serious relationship with each other. When pressed, she let me know that size wasn't that important a matter to her. She was a bit funny though. On one of our video sessions, she had gotten herself off and was then watching me intently as she was typing out messages to "help" me get myself off. "Making a baby" is one of the things she would say, which was probably one of the least sexy things I could think of. Then when I did cum all over myself she said "that's it?" I suppose my ejaculation via webcam was not as explosive and momentous as the porn she had been watching.
That wasn't half bad so I put that as an option in my dating profile. I added some other writing that made it very clear what I was open for, such as sexting, a friends with benefits situation, and even a random desire to make out in public. My faceless body photo appeared to add a generous dose of mystery as well. Soon enough, I had my first curious individual, Heidi.
Now, I don't want to ruin the surprise or anything, but Heidi and I never directly got each other off unfortunately, but, she was an important component to this episode of mine, so I'm going to sum up our correspondance as succinctly as possible. The first message I received was one of many questions.. "Why did you make this profile? Are you cheating on someone? Why aren't you showing your face?" These were sent by Heidi, who traded texts and other messages with me over the following month or so. She was pretty fucking hot, sassy, and apparently a freelance writer in search of interesting individuals to write an article about. I felt she was intrigued by the slight bit of mystery I was putting on, as one of her first requests was to see a picture of my actual face.
In her own words, she had trouble finding herself in a reliable relationship. Anytime she met someone new that showed promise, her ex-boyfriend, who was apparently a stripper, would come back and essentially break her newfound fragile relationship apart. I assume this meant that Heidi was rather low fidelity and her Ex had a great body with a big schlong. But my mind wanders.
I did flirt with her quite a bit and frequently shared my highly testosterone-influenced advice on being a sexually positive member of society. I was so successful in treating her to such ideas, stories, and images of sex that she eagerly sent me a text one day to tell me that she had hurriedly gone home and pleasured herself in the shower amidst all these thoughts. Later in the month, I made it clear that I wanted to meet her. She seemed intrigued with my persistence. "You're not going to take no for an answer are you?" We did eventually meet, talked, and parted ways. She asked her "journalistic questions" and then spoke of her heritage for quite an extent. I'm not much of a talker myself. She refused my random request to kiss each other and my offer to join me at the local beach, where I was headed to next. Beatiful lady, but, sadly, no sex, kissing, or even hugging was to be had.
To be continued
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3c7vsc/the_end_to_4_years_of_no_sex_part_2