A wicked thought seized Sylvia. Was it cheating if it was cyber? Oh hell, what did she care? She was breaking up with Travis. If he cared, he’d be with her, making her scream in an intense orgasm. What harm could there be in a little cyber sex with TOC? It was a step above self-pleasure. How could she let him know she was willing to play tonight? Maybe....
ST: pretty tired...a back rub would put me to sleep.
TOC: r u ready 4 bed?
ST: *nod*
TOC: whatcha wearin?
There. This was an opening gambit. He’d asked this on many occasions and she’d managed to ignore or deflect the question.
ST: tap pants
TOC: ???
ST: like Betty Boop shorts
TOC: is that all?
ST: a spaghetti strap matching top
TOC: color?
ST: pink
TOC: Mmm. i love pink. give up the pink to me sweet thing?
ST: tonight
TOC: oh baby!
ST: but i don’t want u 2 think im using u
TOC: use me baby, use me
ST: it’s just that our sex life is boring
TOC: won’t b with me
ST: i’ve never done this
TOC: cyber virgin...nice
ST: lol. glad u think so
TOC: i do...really...u ready 2 begin?
ST: r u sure?
TOC: yes, i won’t think u used me
Sylvia sighed. This was what she wanted, needed tonight. To feel as if someone wanted her, even if it was just on a purely physical level.
ST: so, u like pink?
TOC: a very feminine, sexy color...what’s it made of?
ST: satin...nice and smooth, soft on my body.
TOC: i bet it hugs ur tits nicely
ST: drapes off them
TOC: r u hard?
ST: ???
TOC: nips…r they hard?
ST: not really
TOC: touch them…make them into...what do the romance novelists say?...O yea, ‘turgid peaks’
ST: LOL
TOC: r u doing it?
ST: no, but i will now
TOC: good...listen to TOC...i can make u cum. |
