I used to have a partner who liked to watch me masturbate over video chat. Her eyes would light up carnally as she watched me expose myself at her instruction. My cock would grow and throb on cam from her attention alone. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. I loved every second of it.
She’d lick her lips unconsciously. Her eyes would pan back and forth as she studied my body intently. Her eyebrows would furrow with concerned affection as my cock twitched, releasing a heavy droplet of precum.
She’d quietly offer unsolicited complements in a hushed tone so her roommates couldn’t hear. Sometimes I’d just see her typing if it was too late to talk. The message would appear on my screen and my eyes would devour it, reading it over and over in amazement that it came from such a pretty girl. She was so fucking vulgar in the warmest way possible.
“Your balls look very full today.”
My heart would flutter.
Sometimes she’d be hilariously lighthearted.
“Squeeze from the base to the tip like a tube of toothpaste, make the precum come out… ugh I want to suck that out of you.”
I gushed harder than when I first discovered masturbation.
She was a premed student; her fascination bordered on *medical*. It was utterly intoxicating.
“Do you have a lot of sperm for me today?”
I’d squirm and admit that yes, I did, savoring being asked something so personal. Sometimes I’d save up for her. Sometimes I’d take vitamins expressly for this purpose; we researched them together.
She’d have me to stroke myself for her. She’d tell me my technique was hot. She’d instruct me to massage my balls with my other hand, or thrust into my grip with my hips. My cock was her plaything, my hands were her puppets.
“More lube, I like it shiny.”
She’d frequently stay clothed—I love a pretty woman in feminine clothes; sometimes she’d put on dressy stuff just for me. Sometimes she’d show me her cleavage, sometimes she’d get fully naked.
She was a little bit thick, very busty, effortlessly poised and sweetly graceful. Her face was beautiful, with fine features and warm blue eyes. She had a kind of radiant self-love. When she brought me under her umbrella, I loved myself too.
She was smarter than me, it was just plainly obvious; she was good at math, I’m inept. Still, she found ways of affirming me that made my heart leap. “My scholar with a big dick”, she’d call me. No joke.
I think that with intelligence comes sexual depth, and hers was profoundly lewd, *biological*, even. She appreciated me as a sexual *organism*. We’d get so fucking nasty.
She could easily suck her own nipples; she quickly discovered that drooling all over herself made me gasp in excitement. She’d stick her tongue out for me to masturbate to. She’d invite me to release inside her mouth. She’d talk about consuming my cum on ice cream, in coffee, collecting it in a cup, and more… absurdly hot, dirty stuff I still fantasize about years later.
The first time I came for her, her jaw dropped. I still remember the exact message she sent afterwards.
“Good job!!! That was fucking awesome!!! So much!!! So far!!!”
I thanked her graciously for the opportunity. She was beaming warmly and I desperately wanted kiss her precious face in gratitude.
“That was so fucking cool.”
I was so happy. We then proceeded to have a ten minute conversation about semen.
She reiterated herself several times.
“Seriously, I’m like in shock. That was fucking amazing.”
I squirmed with shy pride. By the time we called it a night, I came for her three more times. It was 5 AM.
This went on for over two years. She was over a thousand miles away and I was young and broke at the time, so we regretfully never met in person, but we must have spent over a thousand hours video chatting together. I was 18 when I met her, she was 23. I loved her very much.
She soaked up my love with such warm enthusiasm that it made me cry on more than one occasion. I still remember the way she cooed to me maternally, reassuring me. Her gentle voice came through my headphones like honey. My face was buried in my hands as I wept.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Her words were patient and heartfelt. I clung to them and instinctually craved to hide my face in her breasts. I was a virgin.
“Can I see your handsome face?”
I lifted my head and wiped my eyes as I looked shyly at the floor.
“There he is!”
I laughed self-consciously.
“I love to see you smile.”
I felt my face get warm; I was blushing but couldn’t keep from grinning. I meekly apologized and thanked her for listening.
“No, no, thank you for sharing with me.”
I’ll never forget her expression…the tender attentiveness in her sweet, kind eyes. I never felt so cherished; my heart swelled as I told her how beautiful she was. She was wearing a hoodie.
“Why thank you,” she said smiling coyly.
“Now I’m going to make your big dick cum.”
I almost started crying in happiness all over again. Instead, I stood up and tilted the camera down at my jeans.
“Can you unbutton them for me?”
I lovingly obeyed.
“Good boy. Now the zipper…”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rveqf4/her_eyes_on_my_body_mf_nonfiction_gentle_femdom
So hot!
You should post it on r/Femrotica!
If it’s not too personal to ask… What happened between you? Was it just the distance in the end or something else? A relationship like that, I was really rooting for you two to get together!