My friend laughed when I told him I was going to see a girl in Canada. He’d asked if she was, in fact, real. And if she was, was she the kidney-stealing type?
I’d met her on Reddit months ago. We struck up a friendship, based mostly on me writing in great detail the ways I’d love to use her. And she, sometimes responding and sometimes just reading, would make herself cum as much as possible to my descriptions. She loved the idea of “being used,” and I had plenty of ideas about that topic.
As time passed, the common refrain of “wish I could be there feeling you right now” transitioned from a nicety between online play partners into earnest desire. When we would chat, the frequency of phrases like “If I were there right now what would you start doing” kept growing, as did that nagging desire to make it reality.
In the laziness of our conversation after both of us had just cum, the dominoes started to fall.