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Online Playmate

By: Born2DanceHorizontal



This is the story of my encounters on Literotica and a man I met through reading his stories. As an author of young adult fiction I Googled 'how often a young man can get an erection' which brought me to this site. And I then met him. It is a partial work of fact and some fiction thrown in for good measure. I'll leave it up to you decide which is which. 

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I stumbled onto the chapters of a story I became compelled to keep reading as they were published, finding myself fantasizing over the visions they created in my head. I knew he was married and more than 16 years older than me, but it was anonymous so that was OK. Some of his storylines scared me and some got me so hot I saved them to my laptop where I would masturbate over and over to them in bed. I love technology!

I started posting anonymous comments and after several of these, the introduction of his next chapter started with:

If you leave an email address I WILL reply.

Then the internal debate of should I or shouldn't I started. Was he even referring to me? I couldn't remember some of the comments I had made - being anonymous you are a lot braver than when it's someone you can actually contact and put a face to. I threw caution to the wind and created a hotmail account, leaving it on my next post to him.

The reply came within hours and I felt a jolt in my stomach, the smoldering anticipation of opening that email was more than I had ever dealt with. His opening words were:

Finally, she leaves me an email address. I also then found out his name was Mark. I couldn't help myself and I responded:

Finally she leaves me an email address? You're assuming I'm a woman? I'll leave you with that to ponder over a little... He told me I could ask him anything, and this is where it all started.

We talked about anything and everything, not only porn and experience. We got to know about each other's families, things we liked to do and became very good friends. Flirting with someone you feel close to is also quite liberating. He was a wonderful sounding board when needed and being impartial and unknowing of people I discussed or situations I found myself in, was something very special to me. I also recognised that I wanted him to make love to me in the way he spoke of the women in his stories. Recounting it even here makes my pussy pulse, just thinking about it.

He was a musician which turned out as no surprise given his selfless and erotic described encounters here on Literotica. I played the saxophone when I was younger and I told him it had given me excellent life skills. His response was Care to share??? And share I did.

I shall try to be as clinical as possible and there may be a quiz at the end. Playing the sax involves many varying factors of course students, with the two most important attributes being what is done with your hands and mouth. The sax must be held lightly, yet firmly and the fingering should be more like a dance over the keys; stroking the notes off produces a more subtle sound than banging into them roughly. One must have respect for your instrument if you want to get the best from it. Regardless of the correct handling of the sax, it is the dexterous tongue that produces the sweetness of the note. One must never, never blow directly into the mouthpiece; instead each note should be played by administering a light flicking over the reed. Although the mouth should remain in a somewhat firm brace, subtle movement must be allowed to ensure the higher register can be hit with ease. Note: Never bite down on the reed. They are expensive to replace and will result in a high pitched shrieking noise, bringing dogs from kilometres around. Now, pick up your instruments class... Nice double edged sword there lol.

I read a sex book which went through the whole scenario including perineum and prostate massage. It took me until my mid to late 20s to get past the old back chute shuffle and of course the guy had to be OK with it too, but the perineum pressure worked wonders on its own. I remember being about 19 and getting off in the back seat of a car with a mate of my brothers I picked up at a party (of which my bro was not there) and when we were done he said, 'you've got nice tits and give good head.' This is of course Australian (or 'strine') for 'thank you for a delightful evening together, never before have I enjoyed myself so immensely'. Let's just say Aussie young men were not the linguists that men can become as they get a little older (in some cases!) And because they have to I guess, as women won't put up with that shit as they get older. Well, some women, I can't speak for them all. 

And I must say though, I never had a problem with giving head, liked doing it and always swallowed.

His response made me smile, and then shiver:

All I can say is wow.....and that I was being a little tongue-in-cheek there although you are free to speculate as to which cheek. Your giving head is kind of like me and eating pussy, just something I enjoyed and got good at and it's one of those things that I never seem to get enough practice doing...

My final paragraph he delighted in, saying it was every man's dream. I wanted to suck his cock; I wanted him to eat me out, right then and there. Get into a heated 69 and end up fucking his brains out. He had me so wired. I didn't let him know this though. I still felt a little in awe of him...

Over several emails the hugs and kisses ended up as a mutual sign-off to the correspondence, subtle flirting in reference to his written works got stronger and more pointed and pet names were now the norm. The questions became more specific. He wrote:

I do have a question for you, if you don't mind, since I have been baring my soul and other parts in print. What does it feel like for you to have sex? I am talking specifically from the first contact of the penis at your vagina until the deed is done.  I have had other women tell me in their own words but I would be interested in hearing your perception (and no, "it feels like you are getting fucked," ain't what I had in mind.)

My response was well thought out and as specific as I could be:

You can ask me anything you like. I've had to have a long, hard think about this, it's not something I've been asked to explain before - just a natural flow, you know. However, I will do my best.

For me, having sex starts way before the penis into the vagina scenario, unless we're talking about a quickie. I like to get one orgasm in at least before the main attraction starts. Not that I have a problem with the lubrication issue, I'm very easily aroused, and more often than not, from the first kiss. When with the right person I can kiss and fondle for what seems like hours. Feeling him harden against my stomach makes me a little crazy too. The guy I was seeing most recently was rather well endowed and as per the actual intercourse part of sex, it was the best I've ever had. So I guess in some instances, size does matter. Thankfully for me, because that was pretty much all our love making entailed. He'd been in a bad car accident several years prior and had a really sensitive jaw so I didn't get eaten very often. Rarely would be a better word. He had a lovely prick, but was unfortunately also a bit of a prick, so no guesses why that didn't last. I digress though...

Although taking full enjoyment from the onset of foreplay, there is no greater anticipation than when the dick first enters. Not having had any kids my equipment is still nicely compact, which works for me as well as the guy. That initial feeling of fullness and being stretched open is the best sensation in the world and is the highlight at first. I've only had one vaginal orgasm in my life (with the ex damn it) so prefer to get on top so busy fingers can play their part in getting me off. I think that position also means you have the total dick in you and none of it is going to waste. 

By being on top, I also get to control the pace (greedy ain't I?) and I like to lean backwards too, which I assume works against my G-spot more. Also, when he's ready to cum he can get me into his speed by directing my hips. I like to alternate from riding him for a while and then let him pop out so I can glide myself over the length, then back in. It means he lasts a little longer too. My other favourite position that works great for me is with him kneeling between my thighs, me on my back and he then pulls me up onto his thighs. Gives some room for movement, and in writing this, I realise I might be all about the angles. The more counterbalancing involved, the more it hits the target for me.

However I prefer to be on the bottom when he's ready, as I do love a good hard fucking. My bed is really high off the ground so him standing on the ground and me laying at the edge works exceptionally well too. It hits all the right places and if the pressure against my clit is right, I go with him, which of course is always preferable. When I cum that way it's usually enough to take him over the edge too as I'm contracting around him even tighter

Just re-reading your question again, I don't think I've answered what you actually asked. The actual sensations I think for me are still a good hard ride, whoever's on top. The feeling of each deep thrust hitting the back of my vagina pulses an orb of sunshine right through my torso; nipples standing up, toes curling, that kind of thing. Not that I don't like the sensation of a good slow screw either, but I can only take that for so long before I get a little... demanding? To be quite honest, as long as he's banging up against my clit, he can take as long as he wants!

When he's spent I like to lie there for as long as possible before he pulls out. From being full to instantly empty is a little disappointing, but if I clean him off properly, it's not too long before I get filled again.

Wow, this was really hard to write and it's taken me nearly half an hour to get it down accurately. Hope I've told you what you were asking. Let me know if not and I will broaden the horizon, so to speak.

Part of his reply didn't disappoint me:

Made you think a little... (Said with a big grin!) I am sure that I will have more questions. Although I will ask one thing.. he he he.... bald or bush?

My reply was once again well thought out and as specific as I could be: That's actually a hard one to answer too. I used to shave it when I was younger but the stubble became too much to bear. I'm not all that hairy really so although certainly not bald, it's not overly bushy either. My pubes aren't all that curly, but I do keep the slit trimmed.

We both were enjoying our email flirtations and I eagerly checked my mail on a regular basis. Sometimes we'd write back and forth several times over one day. I don't know how we ever managed to get anything else done. His reply back once again didn't disappoint:

'But the stubble became too much to bear'. Bare? He he he. Just enjoying the image as presented for a second, well maybe five. For a number of years I was a real shaved fan. But nowadays, what ever it is that's fine with me. I have had a few women ask me if they should shave and my answer is hell no...let me do it! I have joked with a few female friends recently about opening a pussy barber shop. I'd love to trim yours free of charge and take care of any nicks or cuts personally with a little soothing saliva, although my steady hand rarely misses... although the fingers get awfully curious at times and go exploring. My jealous mouth usually chases in hot pursuit...

How I wished I could take him up on that offer! There was a lot more masturbating after these conversations. If I checked my mail at work sometimes, I would have to go to the toilet and take care of myself. I loved to tell him about that too of course. We often joked about sending each other our fluids by airmail packages.

This went on for a few months until I ended up on a Messenger site so we could speak directly. We were half a world away from each other and it was difficult being online at the same time, but we managed. He had an off-site location from home where worked on restoring antiques and also ran his electrician's business from and was free to do anything he wanted when online, as he was the only one there.

I finally got a prompt to accept a video call from him, which I had to decline. We had shared photos of each other and both knew what we looked like, so this wasn't the problem. The problem was that my only web cam was on my laptop and it was a pain to hook it up to the internet when my PC was already online. My solution to this, I went out the next day and bought one.

When the first video call came through I was as nervous as hell and quickly wished I had at least pulled a brush through my hair. It was too late now. The nerves lasted only a few minutes and we fell straight into our comfortable conversation; we knew each other pretty well by this stage. However, we seemed to revert back to the non-sexual side of things for the first few calls.

It was call number 4 when things finally started to heat up.

"So, I wanted to ask you something..." he started, and not all that sheepishly.

"Fire away," I told him and laughed.

"Can I see your tits?" I wasn't actually expecting this and was flummoxed for only a second.

"What do I get in return?" I asked cheekily. Mark stood up in front of his camera and was dressed only in his briefs, already straining under the hard-on that awaited me. As he turned his back to me I smiled to myself, watching him slide them down his hips and I assumed to the ground. His arse was that of a Greek marble statue and I eyed it hungrily.

His legs moved independently for a second, freeing himself from the troublesome barrier no doubt. When he turned back to me a massive grin spread over his face. He then took his already hard cock, which was quite sizeable I noted, and proceeded to stroke it slowly.

"Jesus, I might get out more than just my tits," I hinted. "How come you're already hard?" I asked, "Been playing with yourself already?"

"No, I just knew what I was going to ask you to do and 'little Mark' has his own mind. Want to watch me stroke my cock?" he teased, grasping it lightly and running his thumb over the head and slit.

I sat there watching for a few minutes and the sound of his breath deepening had me tingling all over. I reached down and slid my shorts and panties off, opening my legs to allow a finger to run lightly over my clit. My pussy was already wet and I briefly wished I had placed a towel under me before I got online. He couldn't see below my midsection but had a fair idea of what was going on.

"You're playing with yourself aren't you?" he asked with a massive grin on his face.

"Maybe..."

"Can I please see your tits?"

"I'll have to stop what I'm doing," I told him, and slowly started to circle my fingers lightly over my breasts, forming an obvious rigid definition beneath the tight confines of my shirt. The thought of putting on a show for Mark had me feeling very horny now.

When my nipples were jutting out erectly I graduated my shirt up in an unhurried tease and finally drew it over my head. "No bra?" he asked and smiled knowingly.

"Haven't been wearing one for the last 2 chats we've had. I knew we'd get around to this at some stage. Call me a good Scout, I'm prepared." He laughed loudly at this and then reclaimed his prior mood.

"Fuck, you've got great nipples Babe, touch them for me." I couldn't disappoint the man, could I? I worked and kneaded my breasts for a few minutes, then started to roll my nipples around in my fingers, squeezing the tips gently. The reaction was excellent, as his rapid breathing announced. "Do you like them being bitten?" he asked, his voice now a croak.

"Not too hard, but yes, I do Mark." I watched him watching me as I drew my nipples out to their full extent, not that they weren't already primed and aching for contact, even my own. "I wish it was you doing this to me," I whispered to him, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Can I get them into my mouth then?" he rasped. I lifted my breast up and started to flick my tongue over my right nipple, then across to my left. This one I sucked on and looked him in the eye as I did so. "Hmmm," I purred, glancing up at him as my tongue swirled around my areola, working it through the kaleidoscope of magenta hues, from pink to a deep flushing cerise. A jolt of pleasure licked right through me, making my tits jiggle at its force. I knew he would have loved that and I was right...

"Fuck, I'm cuming for you Babe!" he called, "watch me cum..." and indeed he was. He squeezed his hand around his cock and his eyes locked with mine. The pixilation on his camera was great and I could see his sperm fly out in three thick blasts. I was so turned on knowing I had turned him on, although I didn't think I could masturbate in front of him so openly.

"That was fun," I said a few minutes later when he'd regained his composure.

"God I wish I was there with you, I'd have my tongue so far in your pussy you'd feel it at the back of your throat." I had to laugh at this.

"I would really like that," I confided and continued playing with my breasts lightly.

"Stop it; you're going to get me hard again."

"So?" He laughed at this.

"It's your turn next time, I don't want to waste a good blow and I'm not ready yet."

"We'll see Mark," I said offhandedly.

"No way! Quid pro quo Babe."

"I don't know if I can honey," I admitted, "I'm not as 'out there' as you are."

"Well, I am going to drive you crazy over this, so the quicker you get used to it the better off I'll be."

"You just drove me crazy, and trust me, when I get offline I will be taking care of business!"

"Will you be thinking of me?"

"What do you reckon?" I asked and laughed.

I thought about him alright, over and over again. I was anticipating the next video call with a mixture of apprehension and total horniness. And it was to happen the very next night.

Before I got online I turned on my web cam and set it up angled toward the bed behind it, making sure the zoom was close enough and well focused. I still wasn't sure if I could go through with it, but I wanted to be ready just in case. I also grabbed my vibrator and put it just out of shot on the bed, able to reach for it if it was required. I still wasn't sure exactly what he'd want me to do.

When he came online he was completely naked standing in front of the camera.

"You're eager today," I said and smiled.

"I had a wank about half an hour ago to ease the pressure."

"Lucky you only do restorations in that shop and it's not open for business to the outside world." His slow smile was my response.

"So..." he started. I rolled my chair out of the way to give him a clear shot of the waiting bed. "Excellent," he said and rubbed his hands together. "No time like the present Babe, get on that bed!"

"I still feel a little shy," I admitted.

"Well let's start with me giving you some directions and then we'll take it from there. OK?"

"OK," I agreed. When I was comfortable I got my first direction.

"Grab some pillows and prop yourself up, I want to be able to see your face at the same time." I did this and then he commented on the robe I was dressed in. "I see you dressed appropriately, were you going to make me talk you into it? A bit of a tease first?"

"No," I said and blushed, "I still wasn't sure whether I was going to be able to do this at all." He chuckled and took his already semi-hard cock in his hand before he sat back down.


Online Playmate Ch. 02



This is the next chapter of my Online Playmate story which covers our web cam liaisons leading up to Mark's arrival in Australia.

I also need to give credit to him for co-authoring this chapter -- a lot of his dialogue has been included verbatim, and used with his permission. This personal thank you also pertains to chapter one. Thanks honey!

As these stories take a few days to be published on Literotica, I assume that by the time you're reading this, Mark will hopefully have been 'sunk to the nuts' several times by now... and there will be several more times to come, or should that be 'cum'? I'll be back...

And thanks for all of your comments, I appreciate the feedback.

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We tried to be good, we really did, keeping it to chatting only, letting the heat build until we could be together. But, that only lasted a few days... I for one was flaming for him, impatiently waiting until I could be in his arms and he knew this, and took full advantage.

"Did you read the 'Online Playmate' story Mark?" I asked him in one of first few chats after it had been published on Literotica. I knew he would have, he had me as a bookmark and I also sent him the link when I saw it was approved and online.

"Oh, I did Babe," he smirked, "in fact I did more than read it."

"You enjoyed it that much?"

"Uh huh and I'm going to read it out aloud to you to see how much you enjoyed it too."

"I thought we had an agreement for the next three weeks?"

"Rules are meant to be broken," he said, grinning slyly. And then the conversation spun into something else. "Been getting much feedback?"

"Loads, it's all been very positive too, several rather erotic ones -- "

"Which of course you don't like at all, do you?" he teased, cutting me off.

"Well, there was one in particular I received that was very weird. I also had to delete a public comment that I assume was from the same person."

"Weird in what way?" he asked in all sincerity.

"Just the way it was worded and the meaning behind it all, it threw me a little." He sat, a patient look on his face, obviously waiting on me to continue. "It was written like he was a vampire and I was his victim and he had me... laid out I suppose, over a rock of all things. Anyway, instead of a stake through my heart, my pussy was my 'chest' and his cock was of course the stake. He went into graphic details of the whole exercise and at his climax, instead of me being dead and turned to ash, we were instead sexually gratified and I had of course loved it as much as him."

"And this freaked you out?" he asked in concern.

"A little."

"But it also turned you on?"

"A little," I admitted and laughed.

"And the public post on your story?"

"It was a lot shorter, but was similar in its content."

"I see," he mused. "You have the email address it was sent from?"

"Yes, it wasn't anonymous." Right then my email pinged and I maximised the window. "Shit, there's another one here from him! Hang on a second Mark." I started to read it and realised the unsigned erotic vampire comment and feedback were from Mark. "You bastard!" I exclaimed, mouth and eyes wide, trying not to smile. "You even went to the trouble of setting up a hotmail account to do this?"

"I know of your love of all things Vampire, Babe," he said and laughed, "and when I saw you'd deleted it from the public comments, I've since left another."

"Care to tell me which one it is?"

"Nope!" We both laughed at this.

"I'm going to leave you more feedback right now Babe."

"OK," I said, expecting it to turn up on the story post. Instead the video call was ended and the conversation went like this:

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:33:45 AM): "I would so love to watch as you part those sweet lips with your fingers"

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:33:56 AM): *smiles*

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:34:31 AM): "Giving me a close view of your most private of places"

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:34:46 AM): *blushing*

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:35:40 AM): "Knowing that if I was there, my face would be right there"

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:36:02 AM): pulse...

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:36:29 AM): "I would start at the very top of your waiting slit"

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:36:39 AM): uh huh...

At this point the quotation marks disappeared and the 'feedback' became an outline of what he was now doing to me.

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:37:21 AM): and carefully lick my way down around your clit

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:37:35 AM): *sigh*

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:38:26 AM): which I then would circle with my tongue, teasing but not touching the sensitive tip

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:38:34 AM): tease

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:40:34 AM): then I slowly work into your cunt, taking my time to lick and probe your piss hole before burying my tongue deeply inside of the warm wetness that lies below it

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:41:11 AM): *groan*

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:42:04 AM): you lift your hips to press it even deeper inside of you as the passion starts to build

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:42:23 AM): it is

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:42:35 AM): fingers?

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:42:43 AM): thigh pressure

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:42:54 AM): *smiles*

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:43:01 AM): *blushing*

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:44:58 AM): I fuck you with my tongue until I can feel that you are right on the edge, then I move my head back. You let out a groan of frustration and try to reach down with your hand to bring yourself off but I stop you with my hand and say, "Not yet"

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:45:33 AM): i would never let my own ministrations interrupt yours

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:47:26 AM): I carefully slide two fingers into your cunt and explore it even deeper

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:47:36 AM): gently and slowly

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:47:47 AM): uh huh...

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:49:02 AM): I twist my hand from side to side as it goes in and out to fully stretch you.

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:49:25 AM): once again your breathing gets faster and faster

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:49:35 AM): it is

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:50:52 AM): I slide my well soaked fingers out and press my index finger against the tight rosebud of your asshole. You tense a little but I tell you to relax.

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:51:03 AM): i do

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:52:42 AM): I work it in slowly to the first knuckle. Then I move it in and out a few times before pressing in to the 2nd knuckle. You let out a moan as the strange new pleasure begins to take hold.

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:52:55 AM): uhhh uhhh...

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:54:32 AM): I then push my thumb into your cunt and move that and my finger in and out of both of your holes. You are wiggling on the bed as wave after wave of sensation flows from between your legs.

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:55:24 AM): I lean my head close to your clit and ask, "ready?" You reply in a voice fraught with desperation, "Please?"

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:55:40 AM): please... very wet

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:58:04 AM): I laugh a little and then placing my tongue lightly on your clit, which I gently flick a few times before pressing down hard on it. I lick it very fast and you scream as the impending orgasm starts to rock every inch of your body

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:58:24 AM): fingers...

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:59:03 AM): you go over the edge but I don't stop

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 1:59:11 AM): no, don't

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 1:59:39 AM): within seconds you are on your way to another climax even more violent than the first one

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 2:00:16 AM): each time i stop to type i have to suck the juices from my fingers to be able to touch the keyboard

Mjd44 (6/15/2010 2:00:35 AM): gee too bad I can't watch

Born2DanceHorizontal (6/15/2010 2:00:45 AM): not tonight lover

I loved being online with him, truly the highlight of my day. He started to send me links to his favourite stories on Literotica, many, many of them being anal intercourse and lesbian, and although straighty-one-eighty (hetero) all the way, I enjoyed them with him. I'd never had anal intercourse, in fact the thought of it terrified the shit out of me, all pun intended, but it appeared he wanted it on the menu when he came to visit. On the flip side of the coin, I had kissed a lot of women over the years, never having taken it to the next level though.

I made him no promises and told him no lies, but I had no intention of this occurring during his week-long visit. I could tell by the smug look on his face this conversation was far from over, as I was hoping he could tell by the look on mine that it was. It would certainly be an excellent banter at a bar during the course of his visit to get the juices flowing, igniting each other in public before rushing back to the room for another heated bout of primal sex. And, I had to admit, I did enjoy reading about it with him on Literotica. Still... At least he hadn't asked me to bring one of my girlfriends with me. That would have been an out-right NO! I am not the greatest of sharers for starters...

He sat there a week later, grinning at me. "What?" I asked.

"Come on Babe, give me a little something."

"What would you like to see, Lover?"

"Open those lovely, long legs for me." So I did and he grimaced at me. I hadn't shifted position and he was unable to see anything, I also still had jeans on. "You are such a tease..." he chastised. I stood and knelt onto the chair, pointing my arse cheekily at the web cam. "Better..." he said.

Unzipping them, I hooked my thumbs inside both layers of clothing and slid them half way down my crack. "Uh huh," he encouraged as I ran my hand slowly over my left cheek, dipping the denim just a little further. I ran a finger down my crack to where he could no longer see it and dipped it into my pussy, drawing it up and over my arse again, letting him see the dusky, wet trail. "Hmmm," he purred.

The slow massaging hypnotised him and when I delivered a sharp slap to my flesh, the change in his facial reaction made me laugh. "Shit, I didn't see that coming Babe," he said, "do it again!" I delivered two more equally hard whacks to the same spot, the soft skin now tingling and glowing red. I started to rub and squeeze my cheek again, lessening the stinging and also drawing my cleft apart, giving him a perfect view of my puckered bud, just a tease of my glistening cunt. "Your pussy's smouldering, I can see the steam rising from it," he teased.

"It's waiting for you cock," I purred, sliding a finger through my lips, parting them for him.

"It's ready Babe," he said and I looked over my shoulder to see him stand and strip off his pants, reaching out of view for something. When his hands came back into the frame, he was rubbing them leisurely together, now shining with some form of oil or lube. He gave himself a few slow strokes, his three eyes now upon me. "That cunt looks really wet, and I doubt it needed any assistance with manual lubrication."

"This is the lubrication I use," I told him and swung around, sending him through a screen shot of what I was currently looking at - the 3 pictures he'd sent me; soft, erect and with a bead of pre-cum at his slit. I looked at that one a lot. I grinned, waiting on their arrival. I heard him chuckle and I knew he had the same image in front of him. My email pinged a few seconds later and I opened the mail, fairly aware of what it would contain. He'd sent me his screen shot, a full blown up image of my cunt swallowing the vibrator.

"Got the rabbit there?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at me.

"Uh huh," I said and moved the web cam from the top of the monitor, placing it near the keyboard. I hooked my heels against the edge of the desk, giving him a full frontal close up of my pussy, slick and glossy.

"Got the rabbit there?" he asked again.

"Uh huh," I reiterated and reached for it, bringing it into his view.

"Are you going to suck my cock for me Babe?" I smiled a salacious smile and licked the tip of it, closing my eyes and moaning for him as my mouth enveloped the faux-flesh head. His moans echoed my own.

"What's it taste like?"

"My pussy."

"And what's that taste like?"

I slid my finger down through my gash, sucking it slowly into my mouth. "You'll find out soon enough..." I said, going in for a second taste. I put the vibrator aside for the moment, rolling a pert nipple around as my now well-lubed fingers started to fuck me in earnest. I was in serious need of a good playing with and I did so for him with great enjoyment.

"We need to start a club," he said.

"A club?" I asked, settling further into the chair, focussing on my granite clit, feathering a fingertip over it slowly, feeling the heat building.

"The mutual whacker's society." I laughed at this.

His cock was rock hard and had flushed a deeper red. His hand worked up his shaft, running over the head before gliding it back to the base. We were both taking it slow, not wanting this to end too quickly. Although watching his cum spurt out when he came was the highlight of these little encounters for me.

We teased ourselves and each other for some time, urged on with raunchy comments, giving and taking direction. I sighed eventually and reached once again for the vibrator. I eased it into my tight cunt and pumped it in and out a few times before turning it on and letting go of it.

"Oh Babe..." he sighed and sat down, his face all-but mushed up against the screen.

"I can't see your cock Mark," I complained.

"Just let me watch for a minute." So I took the vibrator back in my hands, turning it upside down so the dolphin was striking against my arsehole. I let my fingers take care of my clit.

I fucked myself hard for him, my eyes closing, my hips coming up to the meet the thrusts from the rabbit. I was so fucking turned on and stopped rubbing my clit, not wanting to cum just yet. I knew I was very close, but wasn't ready to finish up.   

"Cum for me Babe, I want to see that pussy dripping."

"You first." He stood again, cock still in hand and after only a few strokes, his cum was spurting out of his slit in three hard shots. "Fuck that was good..." he groaned, still stroking lightly.

"I can't wait to taste that," I teased, "and to suck your balls into my mouth, give your arsehole a little oral action."

"You'd do that?"

"If you'd let me, sure."

"Oh, I will let you Babe," he grinned and sat back down. "Your turn."

"Do you want me to bring myself off with my fingers or with the rabbit?"

"Both," he rasped.

I slid the vibrator in and out a few more times, then pushed it in as far as it would go, the nose of the dolphin wedged into my arse. With one hand I splayed myself open, the other circling over my clit. "Oh Mark..." I groaned, my clit beating rapidly in time with my heart. The pulses running through it matched the faster circling finger, and with a final throb, I was cumming for him and cumming hard. "Ohhhhhh," I groaned, my head thrown back, my cunt fucking up against my invisible lover. My breaths were shallow, sporadic, as I rode out the final force. There were low cries and whimpers, and finally my spasms were subsiding into a wave where before the tsunami had raged.

"Stand up and bend over for me Babe," he said. I turned around and slid the rabbit out, then bent deeply at the waist. I could feel the juices dripping from my pussy, trailing down over my clit and captured in the small amount of pubic fluff at the base of my mound. "Send me a photo honey, that one's a keeper." I smiled to myself and grabbed my mobile phone, reaching through my legs to snap off a shot. I checked it, took another and then sent it through the Bluetooth to my PC. He had his image within a few minutes. Did I mention that I love technology?

The three weeks before his arrival at times flew by and at others dragged its feet. We played with each other often over this period, all of which I don't need to retell to you, you have a fair idea of how these liaisons work by now.

A few nights before he was due to arrive I just couldn't get to sleep. Erotic shutter-clicks of him and I entwined together danced in and out of my head: slowly sucking the length of his hard cock down my throat, nuzzling my nose into his pubic hair, his tongue teasing over my clit, painfully slow... whilst his fingers matched its rhythm, fucking my oiled pussy. And the penetration -- ruthlessly thrusting into me over and over again, driving and hitting against the back of my cunt, shooting his load into me. Sheer rapture...

I sighed and knew the only way I was going to get past this was to take care of business myself. I briefly considered pulling out the rabbit but couldn't be bothered removing it from under the mound of socks I kept it hidden under. Instead, I let my hands run the length of my body, spreading my legs, letting my knees drop to the sides. I was already wet.

I toyed with my pussy then ran the slick finger up to my clit, circling slowly. I let my mind drift, thinking of Mark, of the things we'd do to each other and the desire he would drive through my body. I let my hand drop and prodded my fingertip into my arse, wondering exactly what it would feel like to be fucked there.

I sighed and sat up, deciding on taking this to another level. I walked into the bathroom and started to fill the spa bath. The rabbit was water-proof...

I lay there for a while, just letting the pulsing jets work their magic on the muscles in my body, relaxing me and removing all the pressures from a long day. My hand went unbidden to my pubic mound, running over the outside lightly, just a hint of my middle finger easing between my cunt lips, running slightly over my clit.

I moved up to the rim of the bath, with my back against the tiles I hooked my feet onto the opposite edge. Flicking the switch, the rabbit buzzed into life and I eased the tip in, twisting it slowly to work its way in deeper. The angle wasn't the greatest and I ended up back in the bath, running it over my pussy before holding it against my clit, letting the pulses and thrums work through me.

But, it wasn't going to work with the spa jets on, my pussy juices were being diluted by the rapid-moving water and the sleekness of the rabbit was hindered. Turning it off, I instead slid up to one of the jets and hung my legs over the side of the bath. The pulsing water danced over my clit as I lay back enjoying the sensation, almost as if it were being sucked. I tingled in anticipation at the very thought of Mark doing that, which heightened my mood nicely. The water was a voracious lover, unwavering; almost rough in it's intent. I arched my back a little and let the jet massage and probe my aching pussy, wanting the water force to be Mark's cock, jamming hard into me as the surrounding water soothed my igniting flesh.

I sunk further into the bath and lifted my arse. Oh my God! The pulsating jet gave me an idea of what it would be like if I were to let Mark fuck me there, and I shifted my angle slightly, letting more force drive against me. I writhed my hips slowly, letting the demon's tongue work from my clit back to my arse in an incredible rotation, the vapours now in the room combining with the steam emanating from my own smouldering body.




Online Playmate Ch. 02



I finally gave myself over to the pounding jet, aiming it again at my swollen clit, ready for my release. My hands sought out my straining nipples, twisting and pinching them lightly between my eager fingers, my hips now bucking more forcefully against the constant flow. I lay back and closed my eyes as the onset of my orgasm started to boil over me.

I reached between my legs as I started to truly fly, pulling myself against the wall of the tub, now almost in a vertical position. This forced my clit directly against the insatiable flow, bursting me into a sobriety I didn't know could exist when on your own. I had cum harder than ever before, and what a ride.

I lay back in the water, sliding my legs back into its wetness, running a fingertip gingerly through my own. A small aftershock pulsed within me, forcing out a moan. I smiled, wishing I'd brought the handi-cam in with me. Mark would have enjoyed that show immensely. I certainly had. In fact the next time I did this I would bring the camera with me, it was something I would like to watch back myself.

I of course had to mention it to him when next online. "I came for you last night honey, in the spa."

"Care to share?" he asked.

"I'll show you personally in a few days. The hotel room has one too."

"There'll be no need once I'm there Babe; I plan on a lot of other things than just watching you fuck yourself. That will be my job."

"Are you going to be able to get it up for me a few times a day, considering your age and all...?" I teased.

"It hasn't been down for a week Babe, not matter how hard I try." I didn't believe him. "And, it's not like I'm 100!" he frowned playfully.

When he came online the next day for the last time before his arrival, I could see he was fully dressed, which was unusual for him. "Got a date?" I hinted.

"Heading off to the airport shortly," he grinned.

"Don't forget to bring a coat; nothing of mine will fit you." He reached down and showed me a fleece-lined jacket.

"I've also packed my heavy winter gear, just in case. I can't believe I've just headed out of winter and here I am heading back into it."

"Well, I'm already here and I'm running quite a temperature."

"Hmmm," he purred. I heard a slight rapping sound and his head turned away, calling out, "The door's open!" and a stranger walked into the room, taking the larger bag and exiting again. "I have to leave... the taxi just pulled up. See you at 3.00 pm. Tomorrow I suppose that is, from where you're sitting."

"Not if I see you first," I taunted and he pouted, making me laugh. "Did I hurt your feelings honey? I'm sorry..." I blew him a kiss and flashed a tit at him; he smiled back, blowing me a kiss of his own. He waggled two fingers at me and sucked them into his mouth, grimacing and letting out a moan. He gave his crotch a quick rub, and then he was gone... I had a lot of trouble sleeping again that night. 



Online Playmate Ch. 03



This is the next chapter of my Online Playmate story which covers the first part of Mark's visit to Australia.

And thanks again for the wonderful comments. That is why I have split this into two chapters -- there were a lot of requests waiting for me, when I got home today, wanting to know what we've been up to. It all takes time to write and then edit it, so enjoy the first few days. I'll get the final chapter up as soon as I can.

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I was 20 minutes early, and spent the next 15 pacing around the gate of the International arrivals at Mascot airport. My heart was hammering, my pulse racing, and my panties were so very, very wet. I had never felt such a fevered pitch in my life and I realised the anticipation of his arrival could very well kill me.

The notification board then changed to 'Landing' and I took a seat, nervously playing my hands in and out of each other. What if I didn't recognise him or him me? People can be a lot different in the flesh than they appear in photos or even online. I had a wistful moment of thinking I should have brought a sign with his name on it, just in case. If worse came to worse I had a photo of his hard cock in my purse. Anyone still mulling around as the crowd dissipated I would ask them to take it out, get it hard and then compare. Possibly asking their name would seem a less intrusive confirmation... I laughed quietly at my own musings, hoping he hadn't brought my intimate pussy photos with him in his wallet, considering doing the same thing if he didn't recognise me.

So caught up in this scenario, my eyes were finally dragged from the carpet that I had been staring at to a pair of hiking boots standing in front of me. "Babe?" I heard softly. My eyes worked slowly up the slimline 501s, past the belt buckle and over the open throated casual shirt. When my gaze finally met his eyes, Mark stood there grinning at me. My God! He was so handsome. I wasn't sure I could stand. "Some welcome this is," he laughed and dropped his carry-on bag and jacket, his arms outstretched for me. His laugh was shortly silenced as I flew into his arms and our mouths sealed, finally feeding off each other in a way we had waited for so long.

Instead of the kiss working into a crescendo and back down the other side, it just kept growing and building, all in a moaning escalation of lips, teeth and tongues. His hands dropped to my arse where he pulled me tightly to him, letting me feel his wakening cock against me.

My head was spinning to the point of vertigo and I pulled back, panting. "We'd better get your bag," I whispered and he lowered his mouth to mine once more, this time in a soft, brushing kiss, teasing of promises to come. I smiled up at him and put my arm around his waist as he pulled the handle out of his carry-on to trolley behind us. With his free arm slung over my shoulders, he worked his fingers gently through my long brown hair, drawing it out. This apparent motion was also well disguising the busy fingers also brushing over my granite nipples, at times circling confidently, not a care in the world. Every dozen steps or so though, our eyes would meet and we'd find ourselves stopping, getting caught up in another lustful, deep kiss. It took us several minutes to get to the luggage carousel...

The bags had only started emerging when we arrived and a throng of people were already stationed at the best vantage spots. Mark led me to a column and once again dropped his carry-on and jacket, pressing me against the pillar, taking us both back to the urgency of our welcome. His hands were restless and tried to take in my whole body with one sweep of his arms, finally coming to rest between my thighs, tracing lightly over the seam of my jeans.

"Oh Babe," he purred in my ear, "this pussy is so fucking hot. Are you hot for me Babe?" he growled. I didn't care we were in the midst of hundreds of people coming and going, none of the world existed at the moment. He lifted my hips and straddled my legs around his waist, holding my arms up against the pillar. The irony of the stone ledge behind me nicely counterbalanced the one now nestled between my thighs.

"Get a room," someone muttered as they went past, which lightened the mood a little. I drew back from this kiss and laughed loudly, Mark smirked back at me.

"And exactly how far away is this room?" he whispered in my ear, still writhing slightly against me.

"About 15 minutes by cab," I said and kissed him lightly, letting my feet find the ground.

Although Mark had been playing with my nipples at the airport, he found out during the cab ride that I wasn't wearing a bra. When his hand slipped inside my shirt he looked at me and waggled his eyebrows. No bra! he mouthed, and folded himself over the front of me so his fingers could go searching, blocking the cab driver's view by his broad back. As his mouth coursed a line of fire across my jaw and around my throat I found myself slipping down further into the seat, my legs spreading for his ravenous touch. My eyes slowly closed and my head tilted to lie back against the head-rest. Once again, the rest of the world disappeared. My hand made its way to his crotch and he shifted slightly on the seat to give me better access.

A moan betrayed me and my eyes flew open, meeting the direct gaze of the cab driver in his rear-vision mirror. He too seemed to be enjoying this fare. I blushed a deep crimson, not believing that I could ever be so worked up by someone in such a public place. He smiled down at me, redoing the two buttons he'd flicked open and took me into his arms, my head on his chest.

"Lucky the trip isn't longer," he chuckled and he was right, we could have ended up fucking right there if I'd booked us into Bondi. I would have assumed the cab fare would have then been free...

A few minutes later we pulled up outside Star City, Sydney's casino situated on Darling Harbour. Mark reached into his jacket for what I assumed was his wallet and I stopped him immediately. "No, this trip is on me," I said and placed my hand gently over the top of his, now holding the wallet.

"The airfare maybe Babe, but I don't expect a week of freebies."

"Well, that's the way it is honey, like it or lump it." I crossed my arms over my breasts in an apparent huff, smiling at him to lessen the strength of its vow.

"We'll work something out," he said as I paid the driver.

I was anxious at check-in, drumming my fingers on the counter, wanting them to hurry up. Mark standing behind me, running his lips around my nape and blowing lightly in my ear wasn't helping, nor were the light tracings of his fingertips over my abdomen. He turned me to face him, and once again found ourselves in the midst of a lip-locked infusion.

"Excuse me! I said your swipe key is ready..." I finally heard through the fog and my face filled with blood again. Mark took the card from the attendant over my shoulder so I didn't have to face her. He then handed her ten dollars and gave her a wink before escorting me toward the lifts.

"You don't have to tip here you know," I said, safely alone in the elevator.

"She should have paid us," he chuckled and moulded himself to me again.

The corridor seemed endless, but we were finally standing outside our room. "Where's your bag?" he asked.

"It had better already be in here," I said and opened the door, looking around. "I dropped it off before I came to get you but the room wasn't ready yet." I spotted it against the far wall and breathed a sigh of relief. My sighs took on a different chorus as Mark unzipped my jeans from behind, working his fingers down into their confines. He circled a finger softly over my straining clit, purring directly in my ear, turning my knees to jelly. In the true speed and agility of his self-proclaimed vampiric form in his anonymous Literotica feedback, he had me naked and thrown on the bed in what appeared to be seconds. He shrugged off his jacket, but otherwise still fully dressed he poised himself over me, looking down into my eyes. He kissed me tenderly, slowly, but his ragged breathing told me he was not as controlled as he was trying to maintain.

"Want to watch me play with myself?" I asked kittenishly, running my hands over my nipples, pinching them into stiff peaks.

"Not this time," he growled and nudged my hand out of the way with his chin, claiming my nipple for his own. And he feasted hungrily on them, kneading at my soft flesh with his dextrous fingers. I was unaware that I'd been grinding myself over the coarseness of his jeans, rubbing my clit against him, working my lips open to gloss over the denim. He worked his mouth up my throat and back to my panting lips, kissing me deeply before starting the trek back down my body, pausing to lap sensuously at my navel on the way past. "You've got great nipples Babe," he murmured and I heard him unsnapping his jeans as his tongue delicately parted my glistening labia.

He looked up at me and grinned, feathering his hands down the inside of my thighs, coming to rest at my apex where he splayed me fully open, licking me slowly, not breaking eye contact. He drove his tongue inside my hot cunt, so desperately wanting to be fed.

"Hmmmmm," he purred, "sweet... tangy... so... wet..." Each pause was followed by another deep tongue thrust, my hips now coming up to meet him. His tongue lazed lower and I felt him circling it over my arsehole, making me suck in my breath. "It's OK Babe, relax," he whispered, "I'm not going to go sticking my cock in there, just enjoy it." I let the tenseness subside and did find it was arousing in its own way. He slid a finger into my pussy and then worked in a second one, fucking me with increasingly harder thrusts as his tongue worked over my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

His fingers now well coated in my ample juices, he prodded gently at my arse, chuckling darkly and asking, "Can I 6-pack you Babe?" He didn't wait on my answer, working his pointer around my virgin orifice as he slid his middle one back into my pussy. It was all well and good referring back to when I had done this for him on the web cam, but his fingers were a hell of a lot thicker than mine and I held my breath, waiting on his entry. He worked it in slowly, gently, pulling back and pushing in further, working his two fingers independently, forcing my desire to its maximum. His lips and tongue sucked on my clit again and as they started their pressurised rhythmical dance, every part of my sexual regions engaged, I came for him. It built further and higher and I found myself writhing on the bed, my fingers working into his hair, trying to repel and pull him closer at the same time. My irregular breathing became small whimpers as the second wave took me and I now wanted him inside me.

"Fuck me, Mark. For God's sake, fuck me," I moaned and he sat up, whipping off his shirt and pulling me to the side of the bed where he impaled me, thrusting his big, hard cock ruthlessly into my soft confines. "Oh yes, Oh God yes," I breathed, working into the next frenzy as Mark pumped without mercy, his eyes locked on mine.

"Babe, I'm cumming," he moaned and threw himself over me, jutting his pelvis against mine, working himself from the very root of his existence. His mouth seared to my nipple, biting lightly midst the suckling, the short stabbing thrusts brought me off yet again and so very deeply. And this time it was no simple everyday clitoral orgasm, this one was all encompassing and turned me inside out, making me weep. I had never cum like that before in my life.

Spent, he lay over me for a few minutes as I traced my fingers lightly over his back, making him shudder. My hands fit to the contours of his perfect arse and I caressed and kneaded him lightly.

"You're the best lover I've ever had," I whispered, "that was amazing Mark." He laughed quietly and propped himself up on his elbows, taking my face in his hands, softly moving the hair from my brow. We kissed again, this time more controlled, slower, deeper, taking as much of each other into our mouths as was possible. His face was shining with my arousal, spread from chin to cheeks, and when the kiss ended I ran my finger lightly over his features, smiling at him shyly.

"You taste wonderful Babe, and what a wet pussy... Never before had I encountered one so ready for me." He noted the tears on my own cheeks and smile warmly at me before grazing his thumbs across, drawing them out to a fine damp trail.

"That's your fault," I taunted and he leant down to kiss me again.

"This is going to be some week," he mumbled through the kiss. "And, we've been in this room all of 10 minutes so far," he teased.

We fell into the shower soon after. Mark had been on such a long flight and needed to refresh himself in both mind and body. He also had to seriously wash his face... When fully encompassed in the steam and vapours I asked him if he was suffering any jetlag. "I took a light sleeping pill so I would be on your time when I got here."

"Clever," I agreed and smiled up at him, working the soap into a lather. I enjoyed the slow procession my silken hands made across his shoulders, down over his back and moulding into the curves of his tight arse. When he turned to face me, his cock was standing up again. He grinned at me before pulling me to him, grazing himself through my legs, teasing his head over my clit. As much as my body was thrumming under this dry hump, it was now his turn to take as selflessly what he had done for me.

I dropped to my knees and he groaned appreciatively as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. I stroked him gently, running my tongue around the base of his knob then flicking it lightly over the yawning slit. I looked up at him as I took his entire length into my mouth, moving my hands around to hold onto his arse. I loved his ridges and veins, playing them with my inner cheeks as the base of my tongue pulsed over his head. All of which was unseen as he was so far inside me, but he could certainly feel it. In fact he grew even harder and thicker in my eager mouth.

"Babe," he sighed, moving his hands into my hair, tucking it behind my ears to give him a better view of the playing field. As his hips started to pump, his moans became louder and I slid my hand down to circle a soapy finger over his arsehole. He threw his head back as his palms spread over the tiles, the muscles and sinews in his neck visually strained in the torment of his tumultuous orgasm. Filling my throat with his cum, I drained him, taking every last drop.

"Come here," he said and helped me to my feet, dancing his tongue over my own, instigating the next slow, soulful kiss. "I love a girl who swallows," he said shortly after, turning off the taps.

"It's a waste otherwise," I said and led him out of the recess by his now flaccid cock.

We decided on room service that evening, not wanting to dress up for a restaurant downstairs, not particularly wanting to leave the room. I wasn't overly hungry and ordered the fruit and cheese platter, whereas Mark was ravenous and hooked into the first of his two cheeseburgers, after adding a layer of home fries and extra sauce. "Airline food sucks," he said around a mouthful of burger. I winked, saying,

"So does one particular international guest I know of," and he smiled crookedly, his cheeks full, "but does it so very well." He swallowed and reached for more sauce.

"The ketchup tastes different here," he mused, dipping his finger into the ramekin and applying it liberally to my lips.

"That's because it's tomato sauce, not ketchup," I mumbled through my glazed lips, then laughed, causing small flecks to fall onto the tablecloth. He leant over, angling down to kiss it from me and as I moved in, he eased back, realigning his angle and teasing forward again. This went on for a few minutes, occasionally flicking his tongue over the sauce, capturing a minimal amount with each progression.

"Mark!" I finally scolded and he grinned, finally feasting off me as was his original tormenting plan.

"Can I lay you over the bed naked and eat my supper directly from you?"

"No."

"Aww Babe..." he complained, a devilish glint in his eye. "It's not like it's pasta..."

"That would be a definite no! We still have to sleep in that bed." He eyed the floor off then looked at me. "Are you serious?" I laughed and his impish grin confirmed he was not. I loved our silly playfulness and was glad that it was as comfortable in the flesh as it had always been online.

Around 9.00 pm we stripped off the 'his and hers' complimentary robes and climbed into bed.

"What time is it?" Mark asked, yawning.

"Nine," I said and snuggled into his side, his arm up waiting on my embrace.

"I'm beat, and it's only 7.00 am at home."

"Sleep honey, we have all the time in the world."

I flicked on the TV, choosing a pay-per-view movie, knowing I wouldn't be able to nod off for another hour or so. His fingers worked softly through my hair and mine trekked lightly over his chest and abs, delighting in the smooth warmth he radiated. Several minutes later, engrossed in the movie I heard him chuckle and I glanced up, wondering what had amused him. "You are just asking for trouble Babe if you keep doing that."

"Want me to stop?"

"No," he growled and rolled me further onto his chest, capturing me to him with his arms wrapped around my lower back. A few minutes later he was fast asleep.

I remembered waking through the night, still dark, with Mark spooned behind me, kissing my neck and lightly brushing his fingers over my arm, ready again and hard against me. Another delicious instance saw the sun rising over our flaying bodies with small tendrils of his hair plastered to his fevered brow, repeating my name over and over in his urgency. Time had lost all relevance as we slept and made love and sometimes just fucked, two primal animals rutting for the sole pleasure received from it.

It was close to midday when we finally dragged ourselves out of bed and this time we were both starving. We showered first, taking the time to finger and stroke each other to a slow-building, mutual torment; the water cascading over our fused faces taking us to wherever we wanted to be in the world. When dressed, we grabbed our jackets and went downstairs for a late breakfast.

Mark was currently half way through his big breakfast of hash browns, fried eggs, buttered mushrooms, steak, sausage, bacon drizzled in maple syrup and a few slices of toast for good measure, when I said,

"It's no wonder your country is always fighting off heart disease." I once again was rewarded with his crooked smile, cheeks distended.

"I have never been so hungry in my whole life," he said, forking another mouthful of mushrooms in.

"Stoking up the fires?" I teased, working through my own eggs Benedict.

"They're already stoked Babe," he said and a flush travelled from my pussy right through my body, coming to rest on my now glowing cheeks. He dipped my finger in the hollandaise sauce and sucked it into his mouth, drilling his tongue over the tip. "I know a few other places I'd like to eat this from..." he breathed. I glanced around sheepishly at the people sitting near us. "You never cease to amaze me..." he leant forward further and ran his palm slowly over my heated face. He sighed and sat back, throwing his napkin onto his barren plate, only a garnish of parsley remaining to prove there had indeed been a meal there. He moved around to the chair next to mine and draped his arm around me, forming a slight screen of privacy.

"How so?"

"At times you're like the softest of silk, all feminine and smooth but flip you over and you're like sandpaper. You blush and get all shy, but in bed you fuck like a tiger. When you -- "




Online Playmate Ch. 04



This is the final chapter of my Online Playmate story, for this liaison anyway, which covers the second half of Mark's visit to Australia. The places mentioned in The Cross are factual establishments, but the names have been altered. Any Sydneysiders reading this will recognise them immediately.

The names of my home town and friends mentioned have been changed to protect the innocent...

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We arrived at my little town of Westerfield just before lunch. Mark was taking in the surroundings as I drove down the main road before turning into my street.

"This is a small rural place, isn't it?" he commented. And indeed it was. Westerfield comprised of a school, pub, service station, newsagent/post office and a take away food shop. That was it.

"I told you."

"Does anyone know I'm coming?"

"They do now," I said, waving to a few of the locals sitting outside the pub as we passed. Friday was always a 'knock off early day' for many of the tradesmen. A short distance further, I was pulling into the driveway.

"Can we go there whilst we're home?"

"Of course." I opened the boot for him and he removed his carry-on bag, having just brought a few changes of clothes and his toiletries. We were only going to be here a day or so.

I led him into my room where he deposited his bag and I then gave him a tour of the house. "So this is the spa bath you were telling me about..." he smiled, and drew me into his arms, sharing the first of many long kisses at our temporary love grotto. "Are we getting in?" he exhaled into my ear.

"Do you want some lunch first?" He did.

As I worked around the kitchen, Mark got the fire going, adding some heat to the room that had been vacated for the past 3 days. The heat that was to transpire later would be no comparison to the glass covered flames now crackling and licking at the small window. The thought made me smile. Mark came up behind me as I was stirring the soup on the stove.

"Funny Babe?" he asked, nuzzling his lips around my ear, his breath hot on my nape.

"Hilarious."

"Going to tell me what it is?"

"Wasn't planning to," I said and turned, smiling up at him as I leant in for a cuddle. We stood there for several minutes until I remembered the soup on the hotplate. I drew back and kissed him on the nose before turning back to stir it. "Want to put that on the table for me?" I asked and handed him a plate of cut up bread sticks and the butter. Ladling two steaming bowl fulls, I joined him at the table. It was a simple meal, but it satisfied the first of our appetites.

Whilst getting through the few dishes, I heard the taps go on in the bathroom. Mark was filling the bath. "There's plenty of room in here for two Babe," he called to me.

"That's the plan honey."

"Had a few in here before?" he asked, now behind me.

"I like to spread out," I answered.

"I know it," he sighed and turned me to him, kissing me tenderly as he started to work off my clothes. The dishes could wait.

He stepped into the spa, resting his back against one of the built in back-rests, sighing and looking up at me. "We should have grabbed some champagne on the way home." I went to step back out of the tub; there were two bottles in the fridge already. "Where are you going?" he asked and grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"I have some; it's my preferred drink, in winter especially."

"In a minute..." he sat forward and pulled me toward him, lazing his tongue through my pussy lips as his hands took hold of my arse, holding me against him. I raised my leg and put it on the rim of the bath, affording him an uninterrupted range of the stadium. The crowd cheered, urging me on, but my knees were weak and I was afraid I would collapse through the sheer delight coursing through me. I drew his face back and smiled down at him.

"I'll be just a second, honey." He grinned back at me, kissing my clit once more before releasing me.

I put the ice bucket on the floor within reach and passed him both glasses, stepping back into the tub and wriggling myself in between his knees so my back was aligned to his chest. "Cheers gorgeous," he said and I squidged around to face him as our glasses clinked, cementing the toast with another lustful kiss.

I settled back in against him and reached over to hit the on-button, sending the jets into their motion. Heaven had truly found a place on Earth and I wafted dreamily in the effervescence and heat of the pulsing water. "Relaxed Babe?" he asked, the champagne set aside to allow his fingers to knead my shoulders.

"Uh huh," I murmured, closing my eyes, "but I can't reach you..."

"Plenty of time for that," he chuckled and moved his arms in under mine, cupping my tits lightly as his fingers tweaked and pulled gently on my nipples. One hand dropped lower to caress over my stomach before going in for the kill, softly working against my clit, occasionally dipping inside my wakened cunt.

It was with great embarrassment that I roused some time later, realising I'd fallen asleep. I was nearly side on to him, my head on his chest and only just above water. His arms were wrapped around me, keeping me afloat. I looked up at him and smiled coyly. "I expected my naked body to instil a lot of reactions in you Babe, but didn't realise one of them would be falling asleep."

"I'm sorry," I said, edging around to face him, crossing my legs to get closer. "What time is it?"

"We've been in here well over an hour I'd say." He was right, I checked my fingers and they were deeply pruned. "I'm glad you're awake though, I need to take a piss." I laughed and moved back from him, letting him out of the bath unhindered. I turned off the jets, pulled the plug and followed.

"Let me," I offered and took his cock in my hand to direct the flow. When he'd finished I shook him off a few times, then ran my hands slowly through his inner thighs, trickling across his groin, up and over his pelvis, loving the feel of him.

When dressed we headed down to the pub for a few drinks and a meal. Being a Friday night, many more of the locals had assembled and we sauntered in, hand in hand. I groaned when they greeted me by my nick-name.

"Diabetes!" The barmaid Rachael and two of my close girlfriends chorused. Mark looked at me with a smile on his face, noting not only the 'diabetes' but also my groan that had accompanied it.

"Why diabetes?" he asked and Michelle answered for me,

"Because she's just so god-damn sweeeeeeeeet." She punctuated this with a raucous laugh and was joined by the others. They had obviously been here for some time and were totally enjoying my discomfort. A few of them knew I was having an international visitor and were making the most of getting me to blush.

I introduced Mark to Rachael, Michelle, Libby and a few others milling nearby and he greeted each one in turn, his arm now wended around my waist.

"What are you having?" Rachael asked and I looked at Mark.

"A beer will be fine," he said.

"Two Fosters thanks Rach."

"These ones are on me," she said and went to pour them from the tap.

"Isn't his accent wonderful!" Michelle said, "say something else!'

"What are we having for supper, Diabetes?" he asked cheekily and I pulled a face at him. He leant in and kissed me lightly, forging yet another blush onto my face.

"Don't you think she's sweet?" Libby asked.

"I have the proof of it," he said and winked, making them giggle in delight at his erotic undertones. Rachael handed us our beers and I tugged on his hand, taking him into the beer garden where we could be alone, and away from the playful locals.

The outdoor heaters were in full bloom, taking the lowering sky and making it daylight again, at least for a short while. A few people were camped out here, standing around the central one. I chose a table as far from it as I could - there was no-one here I didn't know tonight and the fact that most of them were already in a merry state made me realise I would be the butt of many course jokes. As a rule this wouldn't worry me and I would banter with the best of them, but I knew my flushed cheeks would give them more fuel for the fire.

The tables in the beer garden were of the picnic type variety; large wooden tables with a bench attached to each of the longer sides. Mark sat next to me and I cuddled into him, losing ourselves in another heated kiss. It wasn't to last long however as I felt the table shift slightly as Libby, Michelle and their respective others took a seat with us. I sighed and eased away from Mark, smiling up at him. He chuckled and drew me to him, leaving plenty of room for them to sit.

After the introductions to Paul and Simon, Paul asked, "Enjoying your stay mate?"

"My Aussie girl has been keeping me busy," he mused.

"I'm sure she has," Simon muttered lowly, grinning at me over the rim of his schooner.

"She's not your Ah-zee girl," Libby corrected him, "she's your Oz-zee girl," deliberately adding a touch more Australian, or strine, nasal accent to accentuate her point. They were all enjoying themselves immensely. "Are you eating here tonight?" she then asked me.

"Yes, and none of you are joining us!" I emphasised.

"Aww, why not?"

"Because you're driving me crazy!" I said and laughed. We sat there through two more beers, Mark enjoying their company, they enjoying my humility. When I couldn't take any more I finally dragged him inside to eat... alone!

I was a little tipsy when we got home and Mark came to find me at one stage when I disappeared. I was in the spare room, trying to wrangle the mattress from the bed. "Need a hand with that Babe?" he grinned and I smiled and nodded, stepping back to allow him room to manoeuvre it. He slid it into the lounge-room on its edge and let go of it with a flump. I followed behind with an armful of pillows, dragging the dooner in my wake.

I refilled the ice bucket, about to pop the second bottle of champagne when he joined me in the kitchen. "I'll do that, you go and get comfortable." I put the stereo on softly and stripped off, lying on top of the dooner and absorbing the heat from the fire, stretching and basking like a kitten in the sunshine. I couldn't get the smile off my face...

When Mark joined me I got to my knees and pulled him forward by the waist of his pants, unzipping and sliding them down his narrow hips. He kicked them off and passed me the glasses, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand, adding it to the pile of clothing on the floor. I didn't even give him a chance to put the ice bucket down, taking his cock into my mouth I started to suck him slowly. He had the most delicious set of balls and I held him out of the way, letting my tongue trace over his contours before sucking them into my mouth. He groaned, "Let me put this down Babe," and sat the offending item in his hands on the coffee table. Now unrestricted, they moved into my hair, working through it softly.

After a few minutes, when I had him in a solid silver state, I asked him to lie down. He bent at the knees and spread his legs, propping up on some pillows to watch me orally fuck him. His pre-cum was abundant and I lapped at it hungrily, my slow ingestion of him giving me untold enjoyment as well.

I threaded one arm under his knees and pushed them gently upwards and smiled at him insidiously before grazing my tongue down over his balls, ending up flicking lightly over his arsehole. I was a little surprised at the lack of hair I found there, but this was a good thing as it let me work over him without limit.

I rimmed him gently at first, not sure whether he was enjoying it. When I glanced up I could tell he was, his head now lying back on the pillows, eyes closed. I prodded a little deeper, delving slightly into his now lubricated cleft, taking his cock in my hand I started to jack him off slowly. His breathing led the dance, my fingers adding more pressure as they milked up over his knob, forcing more pre-cum out which I swirled my thumb through, rubbing at his slit.

I shifted slightly and he lowered one leg, allowing me to prop myself across his thigh; his arse, balls and cock within easy access. I eased my finger inside gently, finding his gland I began to massage lightly, sucking his balls back into my mouth as my hand pumped with more intent.

As he was getting close, I let go of him, replacing my hand with my jealous mouth, sucking him down deep. I let my tongue and throat muscles pulse over him, keeping time with the searching finger. As his hips bucked slightly, he again took my head in his hands, thrusting his cock. I now lay still, letting him fuck my mouth instead of the other way around. His first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat, which I swallowed down on reflex alone, emptying the cavity for him to refill it, and refill it he did. Three more hard blasts followed, ending in a lazy trickle. I loved the taste of him, the usual salty undertones of course, but he was heightened with an almost sweet flavour, not unlike cinnamon. He was delicious...

I lay my head on his thigh for a few minutes, letting him work off his ebb. He eventually sighed and went to draw me up to him, but I stood, going into the bathroom first, wanting to rinse my mouth out so I wasn't kissing his essence back at him. I also had a quick pee and washed my hands before heading back to the lounge.

"Fuck! Your hands are freezing," he said as I lowered them over his chest, nestling into the crook of his arm. I laughed and sat up, warming them in front of the fire for a few minutes. He eased in behind me, playing his hands over my nipples, purring into my ear. "Your turn..."

"Let's just lay for a while, no rush." He lay back down, propped up on one elbow, watching me. "What?" I asked. Hands now warm, I rejoined him horizontally.

"Thanks Babe, not a lot of women do that."

"I didn't know if all guys liked it or not."

"Do you?"

"You were my first."

"And about to be your second...no, your third!" He smiled at me cheekily and gave me a soft kiss, taking me back into his arms.

"I'll make a deal with you..." I teased. He waited on me to continue, his eyebrows raised. "If you let me fuck you with my rabbit, you can fuck my arse too." He threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"That ain't going to happen Babe."

"Your call," I said and laughed with him.

It wasn't long before his hands became restless, first teasing at my tits, moving down to suck on my nipples, drawing them out between his teeth as his hand eased down. My legs spread for his gentle touch, his musician fingers were supple and dextrous, and he strummed me like the strings on his guitar. He leant up to kiss me, running his lips over mine in a tease before asking me to roll onto my stomach. He slid a pillow in under my hips to raise them and got in behind me on his stomach also.

"Just look at the items on the menu..." he mused, parting my pussy lips with two fingers, "where to start... I'll have a little of this," he said and sucked my clit into his mouth, holding it with his lips he worked his tongue over the throbbing tip. He moved his hands up further, gripping my cheeks and drawing them apart, splaying me totally open before him, from arsehole to clit. "A smidge of this..." he said, swiping his tongue over my puckered hole, working his mouth noisily. I had no idea how hot this new oral sensation would be and I found myself forcing my hips up further, wanting him deeper inside me. He purred against me, noticing the effect he was having, which sent a rip right through me. "And just a taste of this..." he sighed, his bottom lip running over my clit as his tongue worked into my cunt. He grazed a finger lengthways down my crack a few times before working the fingertip in.

"Oh God Mark," I exhaled, writhing my hips into his face, forcing his finger deeper into my arse.

"Hmmm," he purred, licking me from clit to pussy one final time, "I need another taste of this." And he started to eat my arsehole out again.

"OK," I murmured.

"Mmph?" he questioned, not removing his mouth from my now yearning hole.

"You can fuck my arse." He stopped what he was doing, coming to lean by me.

"You're sure?" he asked, tucking a stray tress of hair behind my ear.

"You'd better hurry up or I might change my mind." He rubbed his hands together briskly and jumped up, disappearing into my room. He came out sporting a full blown erection and a tube of lube.

"Stay like this?" I asked.

"Get on your knees and bend forward - and I want you to relax."

"I am so far."

He squirted some lube onto his fingers and another application to my arsehole before putting it aside. He played his fingers over me before gently easing in what I assumed was the tip of his middle finger, it felt thicker than his previous explorations seemed. He worked it slowly in and out, pressing it a little further each time and twisting slightly. After a few minutes, he said, "How's that feel Babe? Ready for another?"

"I think so," I panted. It wasn't painful... yet... He added a little more lube then eased a second finger in alongside the first, once again working slowly. "Just relax," he soothed, caressing his other hand lightly over my lower back. It was painful, not acutely so and the sensation far outweighed the discomfort. "You're doing fine Babe, stay relaxed - just let it work through you." I could feel him rubbing against my walls, prying the cavity open with his strong fingers. "You're ready Babe."

"I'm scared honey," I whimpered.

"Would I ever do anything to intentionally hurt you physically or emotionally?"

"No, but your cock is so big, I'm afraid it's going to tear me in half." He chuckled,

"Well thanks for the compliment, but all you have to do is ask me to stop. I will. Do you trust me?" I nodded and he reached for the lube again, this time coating that 'big cock' liberally in it and squeezing more over my arse, nudging it inside. When he slid his fingers out I tried not to tense up, undoing all the stretching he'd already put me through. And then I felt his knob at my entrance. "Breath Babe, relax. It will be fine." I felt his pressure, my ring expanding against the force and his head popped in. I sucked in a small breath and let it out. "OK?"

"Yes, just go slow, that's not a finger."

"I will Babe." I flexed my muscles a few times against the intruding probe, testing it and myself. "Honey, I'll cum if you keep doing that..." I laughed quietly and stopped, not realising the effect it would have on him. He pushed in a little further, adding more lube and then putting it aside for the final time, I assumed, as he gripped onto my hips with both hands. He fucked me with short easy strokes for a while, dipping in a little further each time, letting me adjust. I was surprised to eventually feel his balls brush against my pussy.

"Are you all the way in?" I asked.

"Uh huh," he moaned, and started to pump a little faster. The pain was all-but gone and the fiery licks that pulsed through my arse had my breathing coarsening and I started to move against him, pressing softly back into him.

"I can't believe I'm getting my arse fucked," I said.

"And it's just a beautiful ass." His hands moved closer to my crack, spreading my cheeks wide, taking in the panorama. He chuckled lowly, then moaned, lowering one hand to play with my clit before filling my cunt with two fingers.

"I can feel my cock in your ass through the walls of your pussy."

"I can feel your cock in my arse," I agreed.

"I'm not going to last too long Babe, this is one tight glove." He moved his fingers back to my clit, circling quickly. Within seconds my head lifted off the pillow and a guttural moan escaped my lips.

"Oh yes Mark, oh God!" His hips gained speed and he cried out, holding me tightly against him, then drawing away and fucking me right at the entrance of my hole. His final two blasts were deposited just inside my ring, engulfing the most sensitive part of his cock.




Online Playmate



"I have to be close to the monitor to see all the action properly Babe, I'll let you know when I'm going to cum, but I'm going to let you get there first. But take your time... Please, take all the time you want!" I laughed. "Now tease me, and keep your hands on top of the robe for now..." I did as I was asked and neither of us broke eye contact for even a second. My body ignited under his lustful gaze.

I kept my hands slow, cupping my breasts, running my thumbs over my nipples before letting one hand drop down to rub over my already wanting pussy. I could feel the heat and moisture through the robe already. All I wanted to do was to circle my finger directly over my clit, I was as horny as hell and it would have only taken a second to get myself off. It was going to be difficult to do this for other reasons I now realised. It wasn't only in being shy, but it could all be over in about 10 seconds when the serious play started. Knowing this did not drop my body temperature any.

"Now open your robe at the top Babe, get those tits out for me." As per last night, I kneaded and pinched, working my nipples a little more severely than before, finally taking one into my mouth. My nipples radiated their own warmth as I worked them, pulling and pinching between my teeth as I squeezed my breasts softly. I could hear him groan, and then he laughed.

"I've had to let go of my cock." I smiled a sultry smile at him. "Spread your legs for me Babe, get that robe off..." I was happy to comply, all reservation had now evaporated and I was ready, willing and able. "Hold yourself open... That's it..." He was now taking in my topography, his face nearly pressed into the screen. "That's one beautiful cunt Babe, nicely trimmed, and minimal frilly bits -- I see you're an inny!"

"It's my most prized possession," I told him and he laughed.

"I hate to interrupt, but can you zoom the camera in more for me?" I climbed off the bed and went one better, dragging the bedside table over and pulling the cord of the web cam past the tower. I positioned its eye on the centre of the table and shifted it into the right angle. I was now not much further from its gaze than if I had been sitting in the chair in front of the monitor.

"Better?" I asked as I resumed the position on the bed.

"Perfect Babe, and greatly appreciated," he drawled with a sly grin. "Now tease your clit a little... or should I say your little clit, it's tiny..." I smiled at him.

"I can't honey."

"Still shy? Surely not?"

"No, if I touch it I'll cum in seconds." I could hear him laugh lowly. "Stop it!" I admonished. He just grinned back.

"Finger yourself." I slid an eager finger into an even more eager pussy, pushing it in deep. I was usually pretty tight but the copious amounts of my liquid desire made the 'hot knife into butter' analogy so very real. "Let me hear it." I blushed, having been trying to keep the noise to a minimum, knowing the sounds of my arousal would so easily be heard. "Come on Babe," he encouraged, "do it for me."

What the hell, I thought and gave it to him both barrels, swallowing the embarrassment.

"Can you get another finger in there?" he asked and I worked my ring finger in next to my voracious middle one. Stretched wide, the vacuumed noise was even more obvious and I worked my fingertips against the side of my vaginal walls. It felt wonderful and I wondered if I was actually going to cum from this alone. Being watched certainly shifted the usual masturbatory tingling into a much more amplified resonance. "Your lips are now the most delicious crimson colour, flushed with blood, full of stimulation... Hold them open for me Babe, let me see it all..."

He fell quiet for a brief while, letting me find my own groove. My left hand eventually wended its way back to my breast whilst I pinched and tweaked my nipples. I drew my fingers out of my pussy slowly, tentatively brushing them over my rock-hard clit. A guttural moan escaped my lips. I was on the edge.

"Open your eyes and taste yourself," he instructed and I opened the eyes I hadn't realised had closed, looking deeply back into his own as I licked first one and then two fingers, sucking them into my mouth. "Oh fuck Babe, this is good shit... Can you 6 pack yourself for me?" he added eventually.

"You're getting greedy," I suggested, and laughed. He had a good sense of the Australian idioms. I slid my middle finger back into my slick pussy, coating it well, then removed it and inserted my thumb. As I moved my lubed finger back toward my arsehole I could hear his breath catch, then coarsen. I nudged at my virgin hole a few times to warn it what was coming, and then eased my finger in. Thumb in pussy and finger in arse I slowly stroked the shared wall, unaware that I would derive so much please from it.

"Now that's how to pick up a six pack..." he chuckled lowly. He had moved slightly further back from the monitor again and I could see his shoulder working rhythmically.

"Cock back in hand, lover?" I asked kittenishly.

"Sort of, I'm just running my hand around the head, not working it too hard."

"Show me," I said. He sprung to his feet and turned side on, hands jauntily on hips. His cock was straining upwards at a 45 degree angle, the head spit-polished by his own pre-cum. His balls were high and tight, neither of us was far off. How much longer we could prolong this, I certainly didn't know, but could only speak for myself.

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy?" I asked teasingly, my eyes flashing back the same radiance emanating from his own.

"I want to see you make yourself cum," he said, his voice a husky whisper.

"I'm ready to go honey," I told him and he retook his position at the monitor.

"Go for it Babe. Blow my head off!" I couldn't help but laugh.

He hadn't asked about toys and I was in no dire need of the vibrator so didn't mention it. I ran my index and middle fingers slowly up and the down inside of my lips, slightly dipping in as I passed over my silken, aching cunt. It wanted his cock filling it now, not the poor relation of my fingers. I brushed my fingertip softly against my diamond-hard clit; my juices would have been shining and iridescent from his vantage point, confirming the true value of the gem. The first tingling sensation told me I had run out of time as it began to spread through my abdomen, right down to my toes.

I could hear him saying something in the background but I was oblivious as I circled faster, wanting this to spiral into something extreme. My hips started to buck, my back arched and I rode that orgasm for him into oblivion, not slowing as the second wave crashed over me. I couldn't stop the groans that emitted from my mouth as I fucked myself. I rocked against the fingers now re-injected into my liquid heat, driving them in as deep as I could whilst my thumb reclaimed ownership of my throbbing clit.

"Oh God, oh God, OH GOD," I could hear someone moaning, in fact I believe it was me. My breathing was ragged gasps, the electric pleasure driving bolts of orgasmic spasms through me. My pussy contracted around my fingers, gripping them in an erratic crescendo as the ecstasy pulsed through my body.

In a final lightning force, I sat forward, looking him in the eye as I rocketed toward completion. I writhed on the bed, continuing to fuck myself until I started to wane and I flumped back onto to the bed, softening my ministrations.

"I felt that in my eyelashes," I said and smiled languidly, still stroking gently. "Hmmm, that was a good one..."

"Babe..." he muttered through clenched teeth and I sat back up, looking at the screen. It was now his turn and I heard him grunt as his sperm hit what I assumed was the monitor. "Jesus!" he cursed, but I was unsure whether it was because of the strength of his orgasm or whether he had befouled his computer. The image of his cum spread from keyboard to the top of the monitor made me laugh. He slowed and sat again, puffing lightly, a massive grin on his face. "It's not funny Babe, I'm going to have to turn this off for a second so I can clean it down." This made me laugh all over again. I had no idea mutual masturbation could be so much fun.

And that was just the first time. The vibrator became a regular guest in the more-than-often 3 scheduled play visits per week. We still spoke every day or emailed. First and foremost we were friends and it was a relationship we both got a lot from. Sometimes it was hard, for want of a better word, to not say 'to hell with it', and just be primal with each other every time. For the most part though, we kept it to 50/50. Talking about it was as erotic as the actual acts. Anticipation is bliss...

I not long ago had a small win in the lottery, and we had mused many times how wonderful it would be for me to come over there, or him to visit me. Money was the problem and having the reason to leave the country being secondary. International plane tickets aren't free and excuses are hard to come by. However, I had been doing my homework.

Last Friday when we went online, just for a chat, I opened the door for him. "'The Australian Antique and Art Dealers Association Show' is running for 5 days later this year," I told him. "It's the 10th anniversary."

"Oh?" he asked, not getting it. Then the penny dropped, "Oh!" he drawled with an insidious grin.

"I'll be going, of course. I'm going to book a hotel room nearby for a week." It was hard to keep the shit-eating grin off my face. "It will be sooo lonely there on my own though..." I sighed dramatically and batted my eyelashes.

"You're making this very hard to say no to," he said and looked south, then stood to show me the irony of his tented out shorts.

"Why do you have to say no?"

"I can't justify the expense for the ticket Babe, as much as I would love to be there. And for a whole week, fucking hell, it boggles the mind..." He smiled sadly at me.

"And if the ticket wasn't an issue, would you be able to arrange it? Leaving the country to come here? You'd have an excuse..." I trailed off.

"Sure, I'd be there, made up excuse or real." I waved the e-ticket in front of the web cam and said, "Hold on..." and hit send on my draft email, sending it through to him. I heard his email ping, letting me know it had arrived at his end. "What are you sending me Babe? Dirty photos?"

"Just open the attachment," I chided and then laughed when I heard him exclaim,

"Holy shit! I'm there!"

"I wish I knew you'd come under false pretences, not having an actual excuse necessary."

"Why?" he asked.

"Look at the date, the Fair isn't until September."

"Can I change the flights?"

"It's all booked under your airlines in your name, you check it out if you want and let me know."

He did exactly that and when we got online the next day I was met with a cheeky grin. "Guess what?"

"You changed the flights?"

"Uh huh, I'll be arriving in 3 weeks, can you get time off work?"

"Most definitely! But it will be winter, make sure you bring lots of warm clothes."

"I'm not worried about keeping warm," he said suggestively, a smirk back on his face.

We chatted in excitement for a several minutes working out a few plans in advance and getting the new flight details from him. Our excitement then grew into other areas.

"You're overdressed, get one of those tits out and put it near the web cam. I want to tease it." I was hardly going to argue with him...

Watch this space...