(Not a writer, just want to get this off my chest)
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**Cue Dial Up Noise**
It’s been 8 years since we broke up and rarely a day goes by that I don’t think of Jay. We met at the young age of 13 on some random chat room.
*15 years earlier*
“asl?”
“13/f/Canada,” I replied.
“13/m/Aus”, he replied.
He was trapped in bed with a broken leg. I was sneaking onto the internet late at night while I was staying with my grandmother, house sitting.
There was something different about him. For one, he didn’t immediately start talking about masturbating, that would come later. Second, he was actually fucking hilarious. Third, he actually got me, like really understood me.
We talked for years all through out high school on my favourite, now dead, program, MSN Messenger. At first, we were both paranoid about being ‘cat-fished’, before cat-fishing was even a term. It took years to build up to actual video chats and we were both so nervous.
When we finally did connect, over horrible dial-up internet I found this scruffy Australian sitting in a blue bedroom staring at me, in the middle of the night. I immediately fell in love with his accent and just everything about the way he spoke. To this day, I still have a thing for Aussies.
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**The Day I Got a Web Cam**
We had a really slow burn on this, but I had been falling in love with him for years. I might have had crushes and other boyfriends irl, but nothing could hold a candle to the man I’d never met. He gave me butterflies deep in my chest, the kind that make you do really stupid shit.
It was after my first serious boyfriend that something changed. I think maybe it was the fact that I had finally loosened up a bit. I was finally starting to say how I felt, in a whole bunch of different ways.
We were 19 and I don’t know what specifically caused it, but he told me how he felt about me. He actually asked me to be his girlfriend, which was pretty damn cute when I think back on that now. I wish I’d kept those old messages.
He was funny and he always knew when I was holding something back. I always knew when something was up with him.
One day I realized that sometimes he got really quiet when we were videochatting. He seemed distracted by something and his voice was a bit off. Then I saw there was something moving at the bottom of the screen.
He started moaning ever so quietly. To this day, just the thought of him moaning gets me wetter than anything else.
As a young, dumb girl it probably took me a long time to realize something was up. However, when I figured it out, it turned me on like nothing else. There’s something incredibly sexy about being able to turn a guy on by doing nothing at all.
“Whatcha doin?”
“Nothing,” he replied, trying to keep from moaning but failing. His voice quivered at the end of the word.
“I don’t believe you,” I replied in a teasing voice. My nipples were hard from hearing him trying to muffle his moans.
He kept stroking his cock through his pants and soon the moaning was my own. This only fueled him further. I saw his grasping get more and more frantic.
Soon, I was mad with lust, grasping at my breasts and plunging my hand into my wet panties. As the moaning got more and more frantic, someone made noise outside the computer room.
Shit.
I was still at home, 19 years old and home for the summer while attending university. My door was paper thin, literally. It was one of those cheap Japanese paper doors. I swear, the only purpose for having a door like that is to keep teenagers from having orgasms. Getting interrupted by your family is just a thing that happened all too often to us. One time it’s my family, the next time his friends walk in. Trying to get off was ridiculously difficult.
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**Alone, Finally**
When I moved back to university, the fun really started. I was in a basement suite, all to myself and I had unlimited internet access. Fuck. Yes.
We talked for hours. Literally. There was one time where we talked for 16 hours. We couldn’t get enough.
My favourite time was when I discovered that I had a super power, aside from getting his cock to leak pre-cum like a science-fair volcano.
He had a great cock. He could cum over and over and over, each time just as impressive as the last. This worked perfectly for me because as a girl, it took me awhile to warm up. So, by the time he was on his 3rd orgasm, I was ready to get 3 fingers deep in my pussy.
I was sitting on a little stool in front of the webcam, dildo in hand working away at my G-Spot. I loved hearing him moan and watching him stroke his thick, veiny cock while I plunged into my tight, dripping pussy.
I lay back on one arm to get the perfect angle and spread my legs to the webcam. I was losing my mind to his deep, guttural sounds when all of a sudden something happened.
The best pleasure I have ever felt washed over me as I squirted absolutely everywhere. Jay lost his mind and cum flew from his stomach, to his face and up to the ceiling.
Fuck. That was beautiful. I’d say that was one of my crowning achievements.
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**I need some cock**
At this point you are undoubtedly wondering why in the hell I’m writing this here. For one, it’s terrible porn. *Do you mean you didn’t even get to fuck!?? Not even a little?* Yeah. I know, our relationship has basically be one big cock tease.
I’m writing this because about 9 years have gone by since I was that young girl, endlessly masturbating on that stool. I did, eventually learn that I needed towels. I also learned to start squirting on the bed, which was a mistake. I did it so often, it looked like I was peeing the bed. Oops. So, I graduated up to the shower. The only problem with the shower was that I couldn’t talk on the phone very easily there. However, I could get in at least a couple orgasms a day in the shower before school.
No, I’m writing this because I’m like so many other people, nostalgic because I fucked it up.
I had a deep, persistent yearn for Jay that only got worse and worse every day. After all, there comes a point in every person’s relationship when you just need some penetration. Well, I was the one who broke first.
I had been working a part time job in some crappy gas station when I found a sweet boy who had the hots for me. I was pent up in every possible way. Even though I took the time to cum every morning and every night, it wasn’t enough. I needed some dick and I needed it now.
Dylan and I were sitting in my basement ‘watching a movie’ underneath some blankets. He was a virgin and I was very much delighting in being the one to break his cock in.
I grasped his leaking cock underneath the blanket, he had been dying to have it touched. I stroked it at first slowly and then slowly got quicker and quicker until his breathing became more and more frantic. Then, I got up and left the room.
I came back in a slinky red piece of lingerie, my hard nipples stretching against the fabric. I taught him how to suck my nipples through my clothing and he was a quick learner.
I seriously could not resist crawling on top of his thick, rigid cock because I ached to be filled. That first feeling felt so deeply satisfying that I was completely addicted.
I rode his cock deep, while he silently lost his mind. All of his best dreams had just come true. That was until I asked him if he wanted to do anything to me.
“I want to turn you around and fuck you from behind,” he said.
I stuck my round ass into the air, and presented my dripping wet pussy. He spread my lips open and guided his cock into my aching body.
I had been waiting for this for so long. When I was videochatting with Jay, I’d lay on my stomach and just wish someone would take me from behind. Finally, here I was, getting filled with a cock that was so deep, stretching my pussy so wide that it felt like my brain was pouring out into the mattress that I was screaming into.
It wasn’t long after my moans subsided that the guilt set in. I loved Jay so much, but I also loved having a thick cock inside me.
Jay, however, wasn’t so pleased about my sexual exploration.
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I started dating Dylan after Jay and I broke up. However, the whole ‘break up’ thing didn’t go as we planned…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5itij4/how_i_met_my_soulmates_inspired_by_true_events