(This is my first go at writing a story like this. Of course, there are many more excerpts from Tony and Anya, but here is their origin.)
His name is Tony, mine is Anya. Things first got "interesting" about 12 years ago, when we kissed and touched each other and that was that. I told myself it wouldn't happen again, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. He lives many states away from me and I've since married. We keep up chatting and flirting online as I know I'll never see him again.
Tony is… well… he's beautiful. He's not a gym rat, but he takes care of himself. At about six feet tall, his hair is long, with green eyes, and freckles across his nose. He's also naturally tan, so he fascinated me with his features when I first met him. I'm petite, coming in at 5'4" with pale skin and freckles, blue eyes, and I fall somewhere between blonde and strawberry blonde on the Ginger Scale. Everything about me is small except for my ass, which I think is why he liked me so much. He could lift me into his arms for a hug even when we were still just kids.
I had hit a rough patch with my husband, before we were married, where sex just wasn't happening. Neither one of us thought to leave even though we argued about my lack of desire and his incessant asking for sex. We made it through and neither of us strayed, but I kept up the flirtatious talk with Tony. I've always blocked out that what I do with Tony over the 'net could definitely be seen as "cheating," and I never gave to him what I wouldn't give to my husband… at least, not until recently.
I turned 30 and something happened to me. I was turned on way more often, I wanted sex in the middle of the night, I wanted it more than once per session, I wanted new and exciting places to do it. My husband and I have two young children, so we are incredibly limited on what alone time we have. In my seemingly constant need for stimulation, I turned again to Tony. He had grown a lot more adventurous in his sexual interests, and he asked me about mine. I was pretty vanilla considering, but I’d always fantasized about being wild. I told him some of the things I thought about when I was alone, or bored at work, and he laughed about how “normal” it all was. Things changed when I came home from a night of drinking and my husband was asleep upstairs. Tony was online and my inhibitions were gone.
We had often chosen the “cybersex” route in years past, but I'd never actually masturbated while we talked. It was thrilling, and it definitely turned me on, but then I'd grab my husband and fuck his brains out to release it. I’ve never told him what Tony and I talk about, but he does know that the man exists. This evening, I was looking for fun and Tony was being very honest about what he wanted me to do to him. He’d had a few as well, and told me he had started getting into ass play during oral sex and asked if I’d ever fuck him with a strap-on. He told me how badly he wanted to be dominated by a tiny woman like me, and my heart raced. I quietly went upstairs to grab my vibrator.
He was all alone, his long-time girlfriend having left for the weekend, and he promised me he’d be stroking himself as we talked. I couldn’t deny how much power I felt, and the heat it sent running under my skin was incredible. I told him I’d touch myself as well, and the game was on. I awaited each new message from him eagerly as I stroked my fingers over the outside of my panties at first, but I couldn’t hold back. I pulled my toy onto myself and slid it carefully lengthwise between my sensitive lips, focusing on my clit for a second or two at a time until the need to cum overwhelmed my brain.
I flipped on the voice recorder on my phone just before I came, and nearly dropped it as my orgasm coursed through me. My voice caught in my throat, I was whimpering from the force as I spasmed around my toy and my fingers. I sent the audio clip to Tony, not telling him what it was. He was beside himself with lust and told me what a bad girl I was, how he would cum to the sound of my voice, and I grinned to myself all alone in the dark. Our friendship has taken on a new angle since that night, and I’m slowly exploring my newly found sexual power one new kink at a time.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/3kg11a/a_good_girl_goes_bad_mf