We’d been chatting online for the best part of year. When I saw her post on r/gonewild it begged for my attention and I stopped scrolling immediately. I had no interest in the multitude of posts touting Onlyfans accounts so she stood out from the crowd to me; authentic, real and with an arse to die for.
I commented for a couple of weeks whenever she posted and enjoyed the flirty exchanges. Eventually we got chatting and things progressed to regular sexting sessions. We knew every inch of each other’s bodies intimately and her voice gave me butterflies but I still hadn’t seen her face and she hadn’t seen mine.
When I found out she had an upcoming work trip to London that demanded an overnight stay, the opportunity seemed too perfect to ignore. Without an inkling of any guilt or regret, I told my wife that I had to attend a conference and I’d be staying overnight.
We arranged to meet in the bar of her hotel at 6pm. I didn’t ask what she’d be wearing, I didn’t want to know. I knew I’d recognise her just from the shape of her body. A body that I craved so fucking much.