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“Hi.” he opens with a simple online flirt. I immediately put my fingers in my pussy.

It’s two afternoons after our last online flirt. There have been sporadic online flirts in between, but now I sense longing. “One of small pleasures in my life is walking naked on to my balcony garden at night. I do every night. When I am sure the world who would care is asleep.”

“That’s lovely. And super hot. Are you naked now?” I venture, by voice.

“Yep. Why does your voice make me hard?” he says.

“I don’t know but I have trouble listening to what you’re saying sometimes.” I laugh, nervously. “It’s just like, a direct jack into my pussy.” 

I gently move my fingers in my pussy. I switch to typing after getting a half empty message from him. “Are you hard?”

“For u yes. Ur cute voice. U wet?” he types back. Simple, effective online flirt.

“Yes, but I’m still recovering from losing half your message. Terrible, terrible. I should get over that.”

“I just wrote out the end of the message that you probably missed. It’s like, wow, your cute quaint voice… makes me hard.” he says. My clit throbs with heat at his words.

“Did you just call my voice quaint? That’s an awesome online flirt” I say through laughter.

Another blank message. 

“I was apologizing for saying you’re sweet and quaint. It’s not sweet and quaint. It’s sexy, and hot.” he says, through laughter. 

The pandemic slips into our conversation. I show off my face shield. He shows me his homemade rendition. 

“Well that definitely will thwart the facial recognition” I say, laughing.

“But I want to recognize your face” he says in a pleading tone. My cunt is buzzing, fingers in my pussy slip further, deeper.

“I think I’d recognize the tilt of your head, or the cock of your head?” I give a little online flirt.

“Oh yeah, my head always has a little cocky tilt to it. I’m sorry it’s just anatomy.”

“I think that, um, I mean, Covid fashion is fun and all, but probably, well nevermind, I was going to say we could be doing something better with our time, but then I looked back at the picture of you, uh, okay, it is nice to recognize your face, but I might have a little bit of a fetish for the current times…. Forgive me?” I tease.

“Mmmm, is it a cocky tilt or a tilty cock?” I online flirt.

“I never thought of which it may be, I think it’s both, actually. Which without going into specifics is why it rubs inside against your dominant kegel side. After of course it slips in.” he says.

“Without going into specifics, huh.” And then I type “And yes you tilt perfect.”

“You too. Want” he says.

“Perfect inside and out. Smoothly filed key into a fresh oiled lock”

“U write wonder” he says.

“It just me. Lil ol infinite me.” I type. “Never will find the words for how it feels to fuck you slowly.”

“Smoothly fit key in well oiled lock.” he echoes.

Will always have to keep trying. Will explain to you a million times. Try to show you a million more. As long as you want it. How nothing matters more than your kisses. Saying it, it just sounds dumb and generic and crazy. So. I’ll keep trying to tell you how they feel. Endless endless because we are two. But yes I remember your cock and yes I am a good boundary-respecting poly girl you know I am. But I still think all the time about how your cock would feel naked, raw.

A million times magnified. 

Would I short out? Blow a fuse? Do I want to feel all of you.I don’t know. Do I want to feel more of you? Oh G-d more than anything. And yes everything from just the tip. Just sitting there with that thudding good breadth of pressure. Feeling me suck back into myself, my pussy kissing you, trying to pull you further… To the jackhammer… To you finding that itch I have and just fucking it scratched. 

I get bored of penetration so easy but I think about fucking you all day. Yes kissing. Yes sometimes sucking. Okay, a lot of fucking talking (you’re hot your mind…. Your mind…..) – but mostly just fucking.

Every permutation, every position, every archetype, everything but it’s always just us two. All the things I see as I scroll through every sex positive thing on teh internet… Who does my mind slip in there with me? 

Do you think it would be you if I had any control? Yes. It would be. And I do. I fucking love being into you. It’s hot and you’re hot and it’s my favorite.” I type.

“More of u & ur mind body sex i want” he types.

“Want. *Points at you*” I online flirt.

“Your eroticism is amazing.” he types.

“A big yes. And I guess I should get my fingers bloody and I need to come bad. Maybe just hear you in my ear. Just tell me you want it too. Just basic level reassurance after a day arguing with those that made me. Nothing fancy nowhere fancy just a basic bitch.” I type.

I want you to come. I want you to come. I want you to come. I want you to come. I want you to come. Oh would you just come please. Come. come come come come come come come come come. Come. Come. Come? Come come. Come. Come. Come come. 

I’m sorry you had a bad day. You just fuck it out with me please. Yes please fuck your bad day out with me.” he whispers to me. 

“Do you want to hear me come?” I ask, snarling.

“Yes. Please. Please.” he responds. I hear traffic behind him. He’s outside. Listening to me come in the street.

And I come for him, moaning, calling his name, fingers in my pussy.

Online Flirt

Two days later we reach the peak of more haughty conversations about geopolitical bullshit. 

“I’m going to write a madrigal today” he announces, beginning a conversation that spans the globe and focuses on Arab identity.

“You realize that I’m pretending that I’m not connected to my arm, and that my hand isn’t in your back pocket, and that I’m not squeezing your ass.” I say, finally, ending a long show of worldly brain sparring mixed with memories of music and madrigals.

“I like your hand in my pocket. No sure if it squeezes or strokes or is just there. But it’s a very nice presence, just to be there. And now I take it out. Don’t know if you have pockets.

As I swing around to look at you I almost stumble which gives me the excuse to put my hand on your hip and my hand traces up the curve of your buttock and then I take my hand away and look coyly and then, and then we kiss. If no one’s looking.

I don’t actually have pants either I just was trying to match you with your erotic writing skill to take us away from the contemplation of geopolitical regions. As if our opinions matter. Would you like to slow dance to imaginary music? You can hum a line and then I’ll sing a line and then we try and catch each other’s dance? Does that sound good?”

“I just have nothing to say. Yes.”

“Oh, dancing with you would be nice…. So I distract myself by using what we musicians call the fourth and fifth finger.  The little pinky and the one next to it, they work from the same tendon. And I choose my right hand because it’s weaker. And I just put it straight between your legs onto your mound. 

I didn’t separate your lips. I just touched the hair at the top of the mound. And now my fingers slowly, slowly, slowly. Even slower than that. Actually rather hesitantly. Not quite sure. Inching, no, not even an inch, we’re talking about millimeters. Just scratch a little bit at that hair, on either side… of you.” he says. His voice has me drunk on lust.

I babble on, unable to match his hotness. 

“U disappear my weakest fingers slipping around your clit hood.” he types. 

“So what are you doing with those fingers?” I ask. 

“My fingers move slowly and gently in little circles, just across that hood. To then separate the inner lips. This is the point where now I get teased, because I want to lick the larger from the smaller lip, but, mmm, woah” he says, lighting a cigarette.

“And if I let you lick me… let you… I am not the gate for that, I do not contain that capacity. There will never be a no from me…. But if you lick me, you’ll not write that madrigal today, and I’ll be working til midnight. That’s what will happen.

And if this, these kisses. My hand on your ass. This slow dancing. Your fingers on my clit.

If this, with regular frequency… because I am a person of measurement, and I have noticed that we used to do this once in a while, but now the whiles are more frequent. And so this, this dangerous tightrope. 

I’ve already told you that all I care about is longevity, I just want to keep fucking you. So, you know, if I’m going to ruin it by keeping you from writing madrigals: don’t let me.”

“I would have thought you had such notes, but anyway, yes, you’re right, it happens with more frequency” he says, breathing harder.”

“I want to fuck you so bad. So good, so sweet.

So quick. Not quick, quick, quick, but just I have so much to give you pent up all day of… you know what I’m talking about.” he trails off.

“I know exactly what you’re talking about, why the hell do you think I’ve been trying to get into Spain for forty-eight hours. I don’t think it’s physiologically possible for me to be turned on so quickly, for me to get wet so quickly, but the moment you open your mouth here I am and yes, fuck me quickly. Cuz you can.” I say, voice confident, still with fingers in my pussy.

“Cuz you want to fuck me and I want to fuck you and we want to make each other come.” he says, while smoking a cigarette.

“It sounds so simple when you say it that way. Yes. Well. Yes.”

“X” he types.

“O” I type.

A couple hours later I leave him a voice message, again with fingers in my pussy:

“And another thing, now that I’ve had my way, I don’t want my way… next time let’s spend four hours fucking and no time arguing about the Gulf States and their identity.” I online flirt.

We laugh, both of us leaving audio messages through giggles.

“That sounds like a very, very, very good plan. Yeah, I think that sounds like an excellent plan. Have a wonderful and blessed day.”

Next Time


Want more? 

This post is #13 in a series documenting an ongoing online flirt with my favorite lover, and #6 of that one time we went at it relentlessly 16 hours a day for 3 weeks straight:

1: Halloween Lover

2: Your Cock

3: Dirty Sex Chat

4: Your Cunt

5: Shower Sex

6: 4th of July Orgasms

7: Cyberfuck Duet

8: Empty Me

9: Fuck

10: Hard

11: And then we talk of the pandemic

12: 20% Battery

13: Online Flirt

14: Hot Messaging

15: Side of Shibari

16: Three Day Blowjob

17: Naked in the Dark

18: Is Cybersex Cheating?

19: Want You (Sexy Messages)

20: Hot Sexy Stories

21: Erotic Stories

22: Orgasms Litter My Day: Free Sexy Reads

But wait, there’s more!

How we met: The European Lovers: Hookup

The first time: The European Lovers: Barcelona

Favorite Lover as Muse:

1: Whoring for Lifetimes

2: Cheater

3: Stop. Falling. In. Love. With. Monogamous Men.

4: Speaking of the Future


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