The set up was perfect. Dual screens on, gDocs open, discord private server up, and DandyWine5 was joining in chat. “You’re right on time,” I typed.
“Thanks,” he replied. “Wouldn’t miss this for the world. Where did you leave off?”
We’d connected on a public server for roleplaying and after a few sessions trudging through mud-bogged quests, I finally asked for help with my storytelling. He was great! Helped me brainstorm ideas for a new fantasy realm. I’d started with generic knights and dragons but now *Sharcarra Moor* had three warring kingdoms, a vengeful cult of demon worshippers, and the best tavern/armory in all the lands.
I shared my web browser and the text editor filled a window. “The barkeep,” I wrote. Opening a blurb, I found the unfinished history of the tavern’s owner, Sashato Hiig. I reread the segment.
>Sashato is aged 30, a stocky woman with brown eyes and shoulder length blond hair tied in a braid. She can lift a keg of ale on her own but tries not to show off her strength. Often she wears loose clothes that hide her muscles.
“What about her breasts?” Dandy wrote.
“What about them?” I watched the *DandyWine5 is typing* status pulse for an eternity.
“Are they like yours?”
I was gobsmacked. We’d never shared an image, never even spoke before. All this time, I had no idea he was interested. I thought carefully about my next words. “They can be. Do you want me to describe them?”
“Please.”
What a gentleman. I clicked back into the text editor.
>Her breasts are full, like soft fruit ripe for the plucking. When she bathes, the steamy waters turn her skin pink and freckles appear around her nipples. A half-shirt keeps her bosom from distracting the customers, though it had been long since she laid with a man. Or a woman.
I looked at the addition and my cheeks warmed like candlefire. I wondered if Dandy was going to ask for more, and I started to want him to. It didn’t take long this time to get a reply.
“Write about her having sex. If you want her to be believable, you have to really flesh out her character.”
My seat felt warmer and I adjusted my sweatpants. *Shit, am I getting turned on?* I closed my eyes and saw her, the strong maiden with my tits under a tunic.
>Closing time in the tavern when a lone traveler asks for mead…
“Tell me about him,” I wrote. “Who do you see them as?”
Dandy typed in spurts: “He’s a former soldier turned mercenary for hire but he’s tired of killing. Short curly brown hair, broad shoulders and thick arms. His armor is mismatched, like he’s used to scavenging. He looks thirsty. Dangerous. He doesn’t take no for an answer.”
“What’s his name?” I asked, biting my lip. The soldier sounded just like my type. Commanding.
“Andrew.”
Uncharacteristically short for Dandy but I rolled with it. I pasted his text into mine and continued the history.
>The barkeep poured a flagon for the man and watched him drink slowly, his neck pulsing with every swallow. She wanted to taste it, to lick every inch of his skin.
My hand fell inside my waistband and panties. *Fuck*. My clit ached and tingled as my fingertips massaged the pain. In my mind, my character untied her shirt to give him a better view. Typing one-handed was hard.
“I can’t pay you, barkeep,” Dandy wrote. “Is there any way I can settle the debt?”
I snorted with laughter. I hoped he was as aroused as me, stroking his cock to my words. “You’re so fucking cheesy. I love it.”
>Shashato held the hem of her skirt and mounted his lap. With deft fingers, she removed the leather codpiece and took hold of Andrew’s manhood. Thick like his arms, she could barely wrap her fingers around it. Slowly, she rubbed the shaft along the lips of her maidenhood.
I slid two fingers into my pussy and moaned. Thank god we weren’t on voice chat. I curled into myself with a pant, surprised at my own tight grip. Squeezing them between my thighs, I rolled my fingers and waves of pleasure crashed over my body. The tavern faded from my mind. In its place was the sellsword Andrew, still in plate armor, stroking his cock in front of a monitor. “I’m so wet. Are you horny?” I asked.
“So horny. Do you want to go on?”
I rocked my hips into my fingers until soft cupping sounds filled my ears. “Fuck yes!”
“Andrew pushed the maiden onto a table and her skirt flew open. Her folds glistened. Shashato’s tunic was no match for his hands and he tore it off like parchment. Her breasts heaved with deep breaths. Bending over, he took one into his mouth and sucked until she squealed with delight. Lips found lips, their tongues fought to outdo each other. His cock teased her inner thighs.”
My shirt was gone, along with the rest of my clothes. Seeing him write for me made my mouth water. I slung a leg over the armrest and moved my fingers faster. I was so close. I held the back of my chair with my free hand and when the aching exploded into stars, I shuddered like a house in an earthquake. I didn’t realize my heel dug into the keyboard until I opened my eyes.
>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
“Shit, I’m sorry!” I wrote.
“LOL, don’t worry. I liked it. Did you finish?” he asked.
“Yeah, did you?”
“Not yet.”
I took it as a point of pride. I needed to return the favor. I cleared the mess from my fingers and text editor.
>Shashato wrapped her legs around his back as his fat cock rammed her. Gods, it felt good to be fucked proper. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him down for a deep kiss. Every fold of her pussy was smashed by the soldier’s attack and she returned it with nibbles on his neck. ‘Come for me,’ she whispered. ‘Give me your seed.’
A minute later, Dandy wrote back. “You owe me a new keyboard.”
I chortled and shook my head. My thigh slid on a damp spot on my seat and I looked down. “After you get me a new chair.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nl02co/finger_me_till_i_twitch_fmmastfantasy
Verrry nice!! Thank you :)
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