I sat, naked, in front of the keyboard, eagerly awaiting Marcus’ arrival.
Earlier in the day, I had had the first orgasm I had ever experienced, even though I was in my thirties and had been married for several years.
My married life had been a disappointment. The man I thought was my knight in shining armor turned out to be a selfish pig who could care less about how I felt. If I had not been a good Catholic girl, I would have divorced him years earlier than I had.
And as a good Catholic girl, I had had very little in the way of a sex life before I was married, and what I had experienced, I bitterly regretted.
I felt I had been cheated, that my sex life had been stolen from me, and the thought rankled.
Then I met Marcus online through Lush, an erotica website. He was shocked at what had happened to me and was helping me explore my own feelings. In fact, he had to explain to me that what I was experiencing was an orgasm. I truly hadn’t realized that’s what it was until he told me.
I had never masturbated – but now he was encouraging me to do so. I no longer felt it was a sin. I had been married, after all, and now I felt I had been cheated, and wanted to take control of myself and my body. And if the Catholic Church didn’t like it, then they could go fuck themselves! They had certainly fucked enough other people they shouldn’t have!
So, here is how our online chat developed after he had helped me bring myself to that afternoon’s earthshaking orgasm:
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“Thank you for my earlier ‘adventure.’ I’ve never been able to do that for myself, and I was wondering what that clenching and those spasms meant.”
“Did I truly help this afternoon? I wasn’t sure if you were kidding or not.”
“Can I say both? Yes, I wasn’t sure what to do about my morning wetness and I was pondering just letting it go.”
“You wake up already feeling wanton?”
“Yes, as usual when I dream like that.”
“OK.”
“I have been inspired lately to act upon my own desires.”
“Good. I take your orgasm as a healthy step towards reclaiming your own life.”
“Marcus?”
“Yes?”
“Oh damn, those tingles have started again.”
“Yes?”
“When I read your words, I hear you in my head.”
“And?”
“There is always an immediate physical reaction when I do. I just never told you.”
“Oh. Do you want me to stop? I will if you wish.”
“No!”
“OK. Tell you what, if you’re trying to get rid of me…I’ll make you a deal.”
“No, I am not!”
“OK then, no deal.”
“giggles…Wait! What deal?”
“I was going to say that I’d go if you agreed to get naked, and bring yourself to a climax…”
“No teasing like that!”
“…after I left.”
“Oh fuck! Immediate clench!”
“But since you don’t want me to go…”
“hip roll”
“gasp”
“Just a random question: Are your fingers wet, by any chance?”
“So, I’m…Stop looking!”
“OK”
“(looks around at the horizon)”
“And yes…my fingers are wet.”
“(humming a little tune…)”
“I have been…”
“I’ll just sit here quietly so as not to interrupt.”
“No, no, um, I’ll stop”
“Don’t stop. Try to cum now.”
“Oh…oohhhhhh!”
I found that I had a problem that I had not anticipated, and had to call a halt.
“brb”
“OK”
“Had to grab a towel”
“May I ask if you are naked?”
“Yes”
“Good for you.”
“Did you cum and did you enjoy it?”
“If the reflection in the mirror is correct, the blush on my face and chest says, yes, very much so.”
“Good. Double-play?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Try to cum again”
“I –”
“Yes”
“Go on, I’ll help”
“Look at yourself in the mirror. “
“Open your legs and look at yourself. “
“Then…”
“fingers, yes “
“Lick your lips”
“Feel yourself, both inside and out”
“oh yes”
“good”
“i’m very wet!”
“Good for you”
“This is you, being you.”
“For yourself”
“I should stop”
“Nope, you should not”
“I have to stop it’s wrong”
“You have no reason to stop, and every reason to keep going”‘
“Now, find your G-spot”
“Marcus, I…”
“I will stop whenever you want.”
“ahh”
“go on”
“arching”
“Good girl”
“so”
“So good…”
“yes yes yes yes!”
“Good for you”
“Proud of you”
“You should feel good”
“…and feel good about yourself”
“…because you are good!”
“panting”
“Go on…one finger on your G-spot, the other hand on your clit”
“Go on.”
“oohh”
“Good girl!”
“Marcusr”
“Yes?”
“tightening”
“Good for you”
“Release and enjoy”
“Two fingers inside you now”
“Feel yourself clamp down on your fingers”
“squeezing”
“Roll your clit between your fingers”
“oh fuck, nooooooooo!”
“Yes!”
“mmmh.”
“Good girl!”
“my heart is pounding fast”
I was silent for a long time as my body recovered, as was Marcus. Finally, he texted:
“Are you coming down?”
“And did you cum?”
“yes and yes, collapsed on the floor”
“Good. Take your time.”
“Perhaps take your fingers out of your cunt and lick them clean.”
“feel empty”
“Do you feel good?”
“mmnh, I think I am sweet-tasting”
“I’m sure you are.”
“You are a sweet lady”
“Go back for more.”
“oh gasp Marcus!”
“Why not? carpe diem”
“yes!”
“Maybe smear your wet hand around your pubis, including your clit”
“slippery still, swollen”
“Enjoy the glow…”
“Feel how wonderful your body is…”
“How good you feel…”
“sensitive”
“How good you are!”
“how did my nipples get so hard?”
“Breathe and enjoy feeling yourself, being yourself.”
“Can’t imagine what happened to your nips!”
“I didn’t even touch them”
“Try twisting them. See if that makes them calm down.”
“MARCUS!”
“Yes? (innocently)”
“that does not work..!”
“You mean they don’t calm down? Gosh! What a surprise!”
“made me clench and squirm”
“oh, you tricked me?”
“Moi?”
“So – a triple-play, perhaps?”
“Marcus, I am really showing this in my face”
“So? I’m sure you’re showing it in other parts of your anatomy, too.”
“I guess I am staying right here. … oh you!”
“Are you going to go for three?”
“Just asking.”
“please, every time you suggest…I contract inside”
“Look at yourself in the mirror, please.”
“my hair is a mess, thanks!!”
“Legs wide…”
“…hands on your tits…”
“oh”
“…let me know when you’re there…”
“sitting up, still on the floor, ok”
“Now, without putting your hands between your legs, massage your tits, pulling and twisting your nipples…”
“Watch yourself do it…”
“Look at your puffy lips, how wet you are…”
“both at the same time?”
“Both tits at the same time, yes.”
“Think about how much you want to touch your cunt…”
“…but don’t.”
“Look at how erect your clit is…”
“…but you can’t touch it.”
“Keep massaging your tits.”
“its dripping”
“Yes, it is, and you desperately want to play with your clit, don’t you?”
“ok, yes”
“Spread your legs wider. Push them apart!”
“Now, lean back and put your hands on the ground behind you.”
“You are hot, wet, and eager, and you cannot touch yourself!”
“wait”
“Yes?”
“I can’t see the screen – I have to move it”
“ok”
“better now…go on”
“Keeping your hands away from your body, spread your legs wide, look at your dripping cunt, and count to 120…”
“…slowly.”
“1-2 skip a few? or are you counting too?”
“No, I’m not counting, but you will not cheat.”
“When you reach 120, you may again touch your tits.”
“Let me know when you get there.”
“it isn’t in my nature”
“But do it anyway, please”
I bent forward, holding my breath and counting, desperate to touch myself, but wanting his approval more.
“110…”
“120!”
“Now touch your tits, but do not touch between your legs. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror.”
“Look at how wet you are.”
“Are you dripping?”
“puddle”
“Good girl!”
“Let it grow…”
“What are you sitting on? the floor?”
“yes, I want to touch”
“Not yet!”
“Count to 120 again”
“Then you may run your finger down to your lips, but not your clit.”
“ugh I can’t”
“Yes, you can!”
“Keep massaging your tits, pulling and twisting the nipples until it almost hurts.”
“And the puddle is growing bigger, isn’t it?”
“can I close my eyes”
“Yes”
And again, I was desperate, frantic to touch my clit and cunt, but first wanted him to let me. The count slowly worked its way up…until:
“110…”
“120 finally”
“Now you may run one finger down between your pussy lips. And yes, you may touch your clit now. Once you touch your clit, you are free to do whatever you want.”
“okY”
“sure”
“I need to leave, but promise me that you will cum again, even though I’m not here, and that you will watch yourself, your face, as you cum.”
“promse, yes”
“Good girl”
“Put two fingers of your other hand in your cunt, and massage your G-spot as you play with your clit.”
“And when you cum, cum hard, and watch yourself”
“yea, okay, hot, very hot”
“I have to go, but I have your promise, right?”
“umh, ahhh, okay”
“I’m leaving now, but please keep going until you cum. ‘Bye…”
I was massaging my clit while forcing my fingers in and out of my cunt. It was excruciating, it was exhilarating, it was exciting…God, it was everything!
Then everything exploded and I started seeing stars. I fell onto my side, legs clamped hard around my trapped hands, and cried out:
“oh gawwwwd, MARCUS!”
