I always enjoyed discovering random new corners of the Internet. And the other day I stumbled upon a particularly fascinating one: “this person does not exist”. I don’t claim to understand the details, but it is a very smart computer that saw a lot of faces and can now make up entirely new ones. You can look straight in the eyes of a person that … is not a person. A very smart computer figured out what makes a face a face and made a new face, a face that no real human being has. It’s crazy. You can look at all kinds of people, and imagine lives for them, but.. it’s all just pixels on a screen.
I clicked a few times, until I saw her. She was a goddess. Not real, I know. But her hair was the most beautiful shade of blonde ever created, by genetics or otherwise. Her eyes had the color of a precious gemstone, albeit not one that I would be able to name. And everything about her was just beautiful, symmetrical, elegant.
And because the website only generates a face, her body was up to me to imagine. Of course, the most voluptuous curves laid hidden just under the bezel of my screen. Oh if one could have looked down, I told myself. And then I decided I’d take my browsing to the other room.
I felt a certain tingle in my lower body, the kind of tingle that says “it has been a few days”. So I went to my favorite website, and pulled up gonewild. And – to my surprise – there she was. The woman who does not exist. She had just posted a photo of herself. Naked. “Jerk off [f]or me – video in comments” it said.
I clicked, opened the comments, and there it was. It was her. Undeniably her. Those same eyes. The same blonde hair, the same smile. But the voluptuous curves of my fantasy had been replaced by perky tiny tits, and an arousingly petite frame.
There it was. The video. I would hear her voice? I clicked. Eager. Restless. My cock was ready for her. My hand was ready for her.
It took a few seconds. It felt like forever.
She was in her bedroom, naked, her legs spread, revealing a well trimmed bush of hair between her pubes, her nipples erect, her cheeks flushed red with lust.
“I want you to cum for me” she started in this soft sensual slow voice. My hand closed around my cock, as if by instinct, by a power stronger than any rational thought.
“Stroke softly. Slowly. Slower. Slower” she said, as her own hand reached between her legs, as her back arched. She was eager. It’s as if I could feel her, as if she was next to me. I could almost smell her scent, taste her wetness.
“I am wet” she said, at exactly the right time. “Do you want to taste it? I know you do” she added, moaning softly, bringing her fingers to her mouth, and closing in on them. I started stroking faster, squeezing my own dick tighter. “No, no”, “be slow. Be gentle. Don’t rush it” she told me once more. It was as if she could see me, as if she could predict my reaction. But she was in charge. The rules were hers. Slow and gentle she wanted. No rush.
She touched her nipples, brought the camera close, showed them hard as perky cherries, “oh I wish you could bite them” she moaned. “Squeeze yourself tight, stroke fast” she said. I obeyed her, mesmerized. I felt myself get closer, I could feel my hips humping and twitching. “And now stop. Stop completely. Keep your hand on your cock. Don’t move it. Just close your eyes. Listen to me”
It was hard. It was so hard to obey her. But I did. I closed my eyes. I felt my cock twitch, I felt it try to hump my closed hand. I denied it.
She started talking. She described how she wanted to be treated. How she liked to be fucked. “Like a common whore” she said. “Like the kind of whore you pick up from the street and leave on the street” she said. “I want everything and everyone to be corrupted by me. I want nothing good and moral in the world”. I feel like I had read that in a book, but I couldn’t quite recall which book.
She continued. The descriptions became even more vivid. “You would choke me, right? Squeeze my neck like this” she said, and it was as if I could feel her gasp for air, skip a breath, maybe even thump on the bed, fighting her imaginary assailant.
“Fuck me so. Fuck me like you want to break me. Give me pain. Hurt me. Emotionally. Physically. Turn me around. Fuck my virgin butthole”.
“Open your eyes. Look at me” she commanded. I opened my eyes, and I saw as she turned herself around, and as she stuck her own finger in her ass. She moaned. Did she really love it that much? Was she exaggerating for effect? She moaned as if she had discovered a higher echelon of sexuality.
“Fuck it so. Fuck it hard.” she chanted in the midst of her own moans as her finger seemed to ravage her ass harder than I imagined possible.
“Make yourself cum” she implored. “I know I am about to. Cum with me. Cum with me baby” she moaned. “Yes yes like that. Harder. Faster. Oh god baby hummm aaaahhhm”
I stroked. And stroked. I felt ever so closer. The longing in my loins almost too painful to bear. I felt on the verge of orgasm, but as if the verge was a wall too tall to climb. And suddenly, she jolted up on the bed and started screaming. “Fuck fuck yes fuck cum” she screamed. And I too came. I felt the first thrust of pleasure, the first jolt of cum spraying out of me. And at that very moment..
..I opened my eyes, jolted up on the bed, and realized that I had just had a wet dream. The woman did not exist. Not on the website. Not in reality. She was a figment of my imagination. And my bed sheet were choke-full of cum I had made in my own sleep. For her. For the imaginary woman of my dreams.
Every so often, I still think I see her somewhere. But then I look closer, and something doesn’t quite add up. She truly does not exist. But the wet dream she has given me does, and so does the memory of her dirty dirty imaginary mind.
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