Online Fun
Stevie Seber
Smashwords Edition
Copy Right Stevie Seber 2011
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Sitting quietly at his computer, working on his latest erotic thriller novel with his main characters Detective Ian O’Malley and Police Commissioner Amelia Donnahugh, who were in the middle of a steamy love scene in Amelia’s home library, with her bent backward over her reclaimed Queen Anne desk, her pale breasts gleaming in the sunlight flittered through the ivory drapes, her nipples rosy pink, diamond hard pearls topping her pale breasts. Lucien stood between her spread thighs, his generous length pounding away in her tight, wet and oh so sweetly hot pussy.
“Harder, Ian,” Amelia moaned softly her nails digging into the palms of her hands, careful not to score the desk in the height of her passion. Ian took her softly moaned words as a challenge and began to thrust harder into her, one hand braced against the edge of the desk, the other going between her thighs, just above where their bodies joined and with an artist’s gentle touch, he began to tease and worry her clit between his thumb and index finger.
“Cum for me, Amelia, cum for me,” Ian groaned softly, hunching over, thrusting heavily into her, as he sought out one of her rosy pink nipples with his fingers, gently rolling them between thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, Ian,” Amelia moaned low in her throat as her body bowed taut as a well tuned violin and with a sudden gasp, fireworks set off in her blood as her orgasm ripped through her, causing Amelia to dig her nails deeply into the thick muscle of Ian’s back as he continued to hunch over her and drag his hard cock in a slight sawing motion back and forth against her tender clit.
A string of expletives spewed forth from Ian’s lips before he had time to call them back as he felt his entire groin throb and his balls draw up tight in their sac. “Going to cum,” Ian warned Amelia just seconds before his thrusting lost all rhythm and he exploded with a deep groan of pleasure, his seed shooting rapidly from the eye of his cock, mingling with Amelia’s own fluids, some slowly seeping out again as Ian gently withdrew his now flaccid cock from her grasping sheath.
The words appeared on the screen as rapidly as they came to his mind, his fingers never idle as idea upon idea assail him, images rapidly springing into focus in his mind’s eye, images of what his words described, causing his blood to run hot and high, his cock rapidly hardening. Lucien moaned softly as he reached down to re-adjust himself, letting his rapidly hardening cock slide down close to his thigh. Feeling the need for relief from his rampant desire, Lucien quickly saved his work before closing the file and starting up his instant messenger and scrolled down the list of online friends until he found the screen name he was looking for, his online playmate that went by the handle Scarlette.Passions.
Scarlette.Passions: Hey there, honey; needing some relief from all that stress and tension from your latest book?
Lucien read her words as soon as they appeared on the screen, smiled and replied: Hi Scarlette, yeah, I need your sweet touch, baby; the book’s begun to get really hot and you know me, never have a date or even a steady girlfriend to help me when I need some action.
Scarlette.Passions: Poor sweetheart; you know you can always come to me for relief. I know it’s not as good as the real thing, but what other woman would enjoy reading you describe the latest tryst in your stories and allow you to act them out with her in cyber space?
Again, Lucien read her words and then replied: I know, you’re so good to me, Scarlette, I just wish we lived closer and could really spend time together, not just for sex but to also get to know one another; I feel that in the time we’ve been chatting that we’ve begun to become friends. Scarlette’s next words surprised and excited Lucien to his very core, for they were the very thoughts that had plagued him since they’d started chatting several months back.
Scarlette wrote: I got something new today; well, two things actually, I finally got a webcam and I recently ordered a life-like vibrator online and it just came in the mail today. It’s so big and thick; it looks like it’ll stretch me really good; I can’t wait to try it. Would you like to watch me try it out?
Lucien read her words, thought carefully on the idea and then typed his response. I’d be happy to, but we don’t really know each other; would you feel comfortable with me watching you?
Scarlette read Lucien’s words, mulled them over in her mind and then decided to respond. I’d love for you to watch me, we’ve been chatting for so long it’s like we’re dating; I’m fine with you watching me if you want to watch me. But there’s something I feel you should know. . .
Again, Lucien read her words and thought them over before replying. What is it you think I should know about, Scarlette? Lucien asked, honestly curious to learn more about this sweet, if sometimes shy woman he’d been chatting with.
Sitting quietly in her chair, in the darkness of her bedroom, the glow of the computer screen highlighting her face, Scarlette felt her face heat as she carefully thought of how to word her next comment. Deciding that honesty was the best way to say it, she typed her response honestly. Lucien, she began, I’m a virgin; I’ve never had sex before, not even with a vibrator.
Lucien sat before his computer, reading her words and re-reading them to be sure he’d read them correctly and then replied. Alright, Lucien typed, My advice would be to go slowly, make sure you’re relaxed and comfortable, also be sure to use plenty of lube, because it’s going to stretch you and it might hurt for a while, especially if it’s a particularly large vibrator you’ve gotten.
Good to know, Scarlette replied, sending a smiley face along with her words; Lucien received a message that Scarlette was inviting him to view her webcam and clicking on the link to accept the invitation, Lucien felt his throat tighten and his hands moisten with excitement as he got his first real glimpse of what Scarlette looked like.
Scarlette smiled timidly into the eye of the camera as she slowly let her long fiery copper hair down from the clip she’d placed in it that morning before going to work and slowly unbuttoned the first three buttons on her black blouse she’d worn, revealing a teasing glimpse of the modestly sized breasts she’d been endowed with, held up naturally, without the aid of a bra, though she wore one to work every morning. Hidden beneath her desk, she wore a long skirt and modest pumps adorned her feet; sitting before her webcam, the light shining indicating that the camera was on, the little box showing her on the screen showing she had one viewer watching her.
Are you all right? Lucien asked, you look great, by the way, if only a little nervous; don’t worry, you’re totally in control; if you want to stop all you have to do is hit the stop button on your screen or close the privacy lens.
I’ve got that, don’t worry, Scarlette replied as she slowly moved back away from the desk and performed a slow, if slightly nervous, striptease; she started by slowly loosening the buttons of her blouse from their moorings, revealing the creamy swells of her breasts with their small, diamond hard, dusky rose nipples. Next she slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to pool around her ankles, leaving her clad only in a bright red thong and black pumps, stockings and garter belts.
Drinking in the luscious sight before him on his computer screen, Lucien couldn’t help but type, I love what those pumps do to your legs, baby and I want to tear off your sexy thong and eat out your honeyed center.
Scarlette felt herself flush at his words even as a roll of heated liquid flooded between her thighs, dampening the crotch of her thong visibly.
Lucien slowly reached down and gently extracted his cock from his pants, lowering the camera to show Scarlette his bulging erection, letting her drink in the sight of how long and thick he was with the amount of arousal she stirred in his blood. Feel free to play with yourself, honey, there’s only me watching you.
Feeling her arousal warring with her timidity, Scarlette thought for a moment and then slowly got up from her chair and performed a sweetly innocent strip tease on camera, revealing her neatly trimmed, bright red bush and wet, puffy folds and her well-endowed forty-two D breasts. Carefully placing a towel on her computer chair, Scarlette sat down, aimed the camera between her thighs, and pouring a generous amount of lube into her hand, she slowly began to tease apart her puffy folds, gently stroking her clit with the tip of one finger, feeling arousal fire her blood as she prepared herself for the vibrator to plunder her virgin depths.
Lucien took himself in hand and began to gently stroke himself as he watched Scarlette slowly push the vibrator into her tight opening, watching with avid interest as he saw her moist pink opening slowly swallow the life-like toy, marveling at how her body opened and contracted around the toy as though it were a real cock.
Wish I were with you right now, Scarlette, sweetheart, Lucien typed single-handedly as he continued to pump his fist around his cock, all the while his eyes were glued to the screen watching Scarlette shudder as she reached her peak and went over. I’m going to cum he typed as he continued to pump his fist, feeling his balls draw up tight in his sac, Lucien bit his lip so hard he tasted the copper of his blood even as his orgasm boiled up from the very depths of his balls and exploded out the eye of his cock, coating his hand in cum. As his body slowly stopped shuddering, Lucien got up from his computer after typing a brief thank-you message and went to take a shower and go to bed.
Just before she shut down her computer, Scarlette read Lucien’s thank-you message and sent one of her own. You’re welcome, and thank you; maybe we should meet up sometime for some more fun. *wink, wink*
The End . . . Or is it the beginning?
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About the Author
Stevie Seber is an avid reader, a novice writer who hopes to improve her skills and write more erotic fiction as the ideas come to her and is a fan of history and genealogy. She enjoys reading about various topics, such as vampires, pirates, and gypsies and feels deeply that true love is still something to believe in. She may be reached with questions or comments via Facebook.com at http://www.facebook.com/stevie.seber or through her blog at http://www.wordpress.com/stevie.seber