One evening he was feeling particularly…frustrated. He had recently met a woman online he rather liked, but he could tell their association would not turn sexual any time soon. Their video chats and phone calls centered around topics such as family, career plans and hopes for the future. Eventually, the lockdown would let up and they could see each other in person and then perhaps things could get…more interesting, but for now, they would take things slow. He took this as a good sign, but still, he had…needs.
He began swiping without abandon. Right, right, right, right…as a man in NYC this was the technique that made the most sense, you swiped right on everyone and generally matched with a reasonable amount of people…unlike women who had to filter more aggressively. He would swipe until he matched with a woman of decent attractiveness and message her and see where things went. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for as you couldn’t meet anyone in person, but perhaps some light flirting over the internet could help soothe his desires.
A few minutes into an impending repetitive strain injury he received a message from a newly matched prospect all the way from Brazil.
“(: Hi!,” the bare minimum ice breaker.
He noticed the backward smiley face and thought perhaps emojis were backward south of the border. He’d gotten a lot of similar messages this week from women far away as Tinder was sharing their passport feature for free during the lockdown, allowing couples to match across thousands of miles. What did it matter how far away someone was if you couldn’t meet anyway without breaking the CDC guidelines for social isolation? In these trying times, sometimes it makes sense to reach out to a stranger for some comfort…even if it was just virtual.
He looked at her picture…she was thick…on the chubby side. If she lived nearby, and there was no lockdown, he might hesitate to meet up with her for fear he wouldn’t find her attractive in person, but anything goes in the quarantine. Sexuality emanated from her photos and he was drawn to anyone with the confidence to project their own self-love in the face of bullshit beauty standards. She would be fun for sure.
“Hey, how’s life?”
He winced at his pathetic response, her bio had been empty so he didn’t have much else to go by. What was he supposed to say, *Hi, I’m so lonely, please sext with me??*
“Pretty boring and yours? ?”
Ooof, she had given him nothing. He decided it was better to ratchet things up as quickly as possible at this point. If their conversation was going to fall apart, let it, but if he didn’t scare her away, perhaps things could get…interesting.
“Yeah the quarantine is a drag…but I find ways to make it interesting ; )”
A sudden thrill in the pit of his stomach…he wasn’t sure he’d be this forward if not for the extraordinary circumstances they were in.
“Oh! Tell me how! ?”
This was like pulling teeth…he was really going to have to spell it out for her.
“Mostly talking to beautiful strangers on the internet haha, being all alone can be pretty sexually frustrating…”
A pause as she considered her response, the grey typing bubbles at the bottom of the screen tying his stomach in knots.
“Oh i can tell haha”
Was this a careful dodge…or was she just being coy? There was one way to find out…
“You too?”
Her curt but revealing “Yes” came back immediately.
The ball was back in his court, but not without direction. She was game to play, but he was going to have to take the lead.
“…What are you going to do about it?” he asked.
“probably masturbate at bedtime ?and u?” she replied.
It was time to go in for the “kill.”
“Perhaps I’ll start masturbating right now…especially thinking about you doing it”
He paused as she “hearted” his message.
His cock stiffened against the denim of his jeans, “How do you usually masturbate?”
“Fingers and vibrator”, she said with little interest, she was more interested in what was going on with him than describing her own process. “Imagine my mouth going down on you.”
Now was his turn to “heart” her message as he struggled with the fly of his pants.
“How much of my dick would you take in your mouth at first?”
“I don’t know how long is your dick ? ?”
He refused to take this opportunity to lie on behalf of the fiction. Part of the fantasy for him was imagining that it was actually him, and as a man who always put his true height of 5 foot 5 inches in his bio, he hated misrepresenting himself in any context.
“Not that long, 5.6 inches, long enough though lol,” he actually liked the way his average-sized member looked on his short frame. “Usually, I won’t let you suck my dick first though, not until you’re wet enough”
She “liked” the message, “Oh! And how do you get that?”
“Would you like it if I was behind you grinding my hard cock against your ass, embracing you, kissing the back of your neck?”
She liked what he had to say, “?keep going”
“Can I grab your tits?”
Perhaps in real life, he could read body expressions for cues, but this way it was hard to find how far someone wanted to go. He’d found asking questions like this to be all the hotter over text.
“Oh please ?.”
She was fully confident that she had plenty of tits and ass to provide a man such as himself. He pulled some lubricant from his bedside and spread over his erection. He prepared himself for an onslaught of fantasy.
“I’ve got both your tits in my hands and I’m licking the back of your earlobe. You’ve got me rock hard at this point (really),” he wanted her to know it wasn’t just a fantasy. “I’ve got both your tits in my hands and I’m pulling them towards me in a hungry embrace. What are you wearing? Please say it’s a sundress like in your profile picture.”
He’d lobbed her a suggestion, but just like he refused to fabricate the size of his member, it seemed she too wanted realism.
“Just panty and bra.”
That really got him going. He described his next move like this was some sort of horny game of D&D, “I place my hands inside your bra and start playing with your nipples, do you like that? I’m still kissing the back of your neck.”
“I will like more if you have then in your mouth.” Her broken English was somewhat hard to decipher, but he knew what she wanted.
“Fine,” he messaged, feigning annoyance, “I flip you over…almost forcefully, I kiss you on the lips passionately while slipping off your bra, does it clasp in the back?”
“No, it’s a gym top”
“I start licking one of your nipples…randomizing the touch. You have really nice tits, don’t you?”
“The judgment is all yours,” she said proudly, knowing her assets.
“Are you masturbating? (I am),” he wanted her to join in.
“No, but I’m pretty wet right now, I’m imagine my hands instead of yours. My tongue licking the tip of your dick”
“Oh fuck,” it turned out she *did* have a filthy mind after all.
“And I will start to suck you. Slowly in the beginning. But strong enough to make your body shake. Than hard… my hands playing with your balls.”
He wondered at the cultural exchange that was going on right now. Would she come out of this experience with improved albeit dirty English? “I like that.”
“And my eyes in yours,” she knew what she was doing.
“Look into my eyes while you suck my cock.” He loved it when a woman understood that simple trick, that moment of connection and submission that would make a man sweat.
“Now i take my mouth off your dick, and start playing with your balls with my mouth instead. My hands stroking your long and hard dick.”
Long and hard…perhaps she hadn’t bothered to convert the imperial units to metric…no bother, if she wanted to imagine he had a big dick, he’d indulge her.
“When can I feel your wetness with my fingers?” Fingering was his favorite act.
“When i make you cum in my mouth,” she meant business.
“Damn ok, make me cum baby”
“My mouth is back on your lenght. Intense and hard. Fast.”
“all the way to the back of your mouth?”
“Do you think I can take?” He rolled his eyes a bit.
“I believe in you, can I pull your hair? Or stroke it tenderly?” He gave her options.
“Oh i really can take all of you. What do you want?” She was running out of material perhaps.
His turn.
“I want to fuck your mouth while I stare into your eyes.”
“Then do it. Cum inside of my mouth babe”
“You want me to?” It was getting hard to text as he stroked his cock faster and faster, getting ready to cum.
“Let me taste you.”
He paused as he ramped up for his orgasm. Faster and faster until he could no longer control himself and jets of white spewed from the head of his dick.
“I came. That was amazing. Your turn now?” He was not letting her off with just a blow job.
” ?It’s like a waterfall in my panty,” she wanted more.
“Can I feel? Are you gonna start touching yourself?” He wanted to make sure she was getting off this time.
“Please”
“I think it’s only fair if I get to taste you with my tongue,” he sensed she’d want to get to business pretty quickly.
“My mid finger is circulating my clit.”
“Directly on the clit or are you touching the hood? Pretend your finger is my tongue.”
“I just add another finger, keep talking, it’s hard answering you right now.” He could feel his arousal return in reaction to her insatiability.
“Ok, then let me do the talking,” now was his chance to titillate her. “I place two of my fingers in your pussy and make a tender *come hither motion*. All the while I’m licking your clit…composing symphonies, painting pictures with my tongue. I feel you move and get wetter. I know you want more.”
“Careful…I’m tight babe.”
“With my other hand I grab your thigh tenderly as I carefully slide a third finger into your vagina.” He was seriously getting turned on again, time to turn up the heat. “Ever have someone eat your asshole?”
“You will be my first,” he imagined her gasp at his naughtiness.
“To your surprise I start licking lower and lower until I reach your sweet asshole. First I’m just licking it, but eventually I start penetrating you with my tongue and I still have my fingers in your pussy.”
She must have liked that because she hearted all his messages before responding, “I’m gasping.”
This was even more exciting for him than the imaginary blowjob.
“I start slowly but pick up pace and firmness. Now I’m fucking your ass with my tongue. I pull my fingers out of your pussy and start rubbing your clit gingerly while I hold onto your ass for dear life with my other hand.
“Keep going ?,” she insisted.
“You’ve got me hard again,” he wanted to share his enjoyment with her.
“Then put your big dick in my pussy and your finger in my ass,” again with the big dick stuff, he though, whatever suited her.
“I will, but I’ll also manipulate your clit,” he hesitated before adding, “When it’s time…can I come inside your ass?” He knew this was supposed to be her turn to come, but this was a fantasy, and he found that in fantasies there were often no downsides to being a little selfish. After all, the other person was there to hear *your* desires…they already know their own.
“Yeeess,” he’d gambled correctly.
“Fuck, I’m fucking your pussy.” He was already losing control.
“Harder.”
“I’m slamming my balls into your ass. Fucking you like I’m trying to break you…but really I just need you to cum for me.”
“I’m getting there. Put my nipples in your mouth,” she commanded to his delight.
“I flip you over and peer into your eyes,” in an attempt at spatial realism he’d kept track of the fact that they had been fucking doggy until now.
“I’m shaking.”
“Good. I’m taking your nipples into my mouth, all the while slamming myself against your clit, driving you crazy.”
“Harder,” she was swept up in the erotic play.
“I start doing pushups on your pussy…smacking my pelvic bone against yours. My balls slapping against your taint. Do you like to be choked?” His read on her was that she would like a little bit of aggression.
“Yeeees,” he was right.
“I grab you and shove you into me. Like I’m trying to collapse us into one,” he mixed in a little bit of romance for good measure. Spicy and sweet.
“Oooooh, More! Fuck harder, like your life depends on it.”
“I grab both your legs and fold you in half.”
“Harder, like your life depends on it,” damn he imagined she was fucking herself vigorously with her vibrator now.
“Like I’m dying, like I need you, like I Need you to come for me.” He did. “Fuck my cock is so hard, the bed is creaking…the neighbors must be able to hear.”
“Aaaaaahhh, I’m cumming on your big dick.”
He was almost ready to cum again, but he wouldn’t let her get away without one last piece of his fantasy.
“I take my hard dick out of your pussy and place it softly into your asshole which is already wet from your pussy.” Imaginary sex never needed lube or warning. “I go in slow at first…fingering your clit with my thumb in your pussy. Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”
“Yes baby, take me,” he imagined her panting, breathless. “Press your hand in my breast while you fuck me.”
“I will, I’m close.”
“You start saying something in my ear,” she surprised him with this last retort, “What are you saying? Bite my ear and say it one more time.”
“Ugh, I love your…asshole”
“I love your big dick, oooh”
“I’m. Cumming.”
She finished him off expertly, “I’m feeling your hot salty liquid in me. Groan in my ear while you cum inside me.”
He was spent, but he wanted her to know she wasn’t just another internet virtual fuck buddy. Technically she was…but each of these encounters had become special to him. A moment of international intimacy at a time of complete insanity.
“That was amazing, thank you.”
“No, thank you ?, I really wished you were here.” His heart swelled at this show of affection.
“We could definitely have fun ; ).”
He proceeded to chat with her for the remainder of the night. They shared details of their lives, how they were getting along in quarantine, the status of their loved ones…all the small intimacies of star-crossed lovers on a one night stand. In the morning neither would message the other, they both knew what this was. It was just for fun, but there was nothing superficial about it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzalzh/social_distancing_part_2_mfnsfwsexting