Our time together was short. My memories of her are soft and thrilling and play out in fragments like scenes of a movie.
She messaged me on a whim. There wasn’t much information on my profile, and that seemed to intrigue her. She told me she never does that kind of thing.
She was a student, but didn’t seem to like her program much. We chatted for a few days by text and became good friends. She told me about a fight with her friend and asked my advice. I told her about my past, even the painful, embarrassing parts. It all happened so quickly. I felt close to her.
Then our chats turned sexual, and we became *really* good friends.
I learned a lot about her. I learned that she was intensely sexual, but very reserved about it. She liked to feel dirty and owned. I obliged her in our increasingly frequent sexts. I told her what a dirty slut she was. I told her I was going to destroy her pussy and make her mine. I asked if she always spread her legs for guys she just met. She loved every minute of it. I had a lot of fun turning her on with my words. I liked knowing that I affected her.