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We commence a three day blowjob. 

And then he tells me that his family bought tickets back to Barcelona. The “wife” and the toddler child. 

I’m not sure what the truth is. I knew that the end would come. It’s hard to take in. No room, I’m full of him. Maybe the three day blowjob will make a difference?

For days we don’t get sexy beyond hints, but keep speaking. We speak of the pandemic and geopolitics and risk and spouses and friends. It seems we may remote fuck soon and then…

“My friend who I had not seen just buzzed my bell and invited himself in. That is the company way.”

I respond with a thumbs up.

“Let us all have a conference.” he says.

“But I am a secret. I cannot conference I can only slink away into the night. *slink* *slink* *slink*” I type, knowing it is cute.

But also wanting to protect myself. I knew that our sessions wouldn’t last forever. But now I have a date to their end. My heart is heavy. I have already pulled away from him.

“He just left. So now we can do our thing.” he types, and then switches to voice. “Everything is going to be okay. We just have panicky days and worried days and we have crews, and we have groups, we have collectives, we have families, we have responsibilities, we have guilt, we have all of it, we have worries, we have honor, we have duty. Everything is going to be okay. Miss you.”

And then we do our thing. On video. Twice. He holds the phone against the wall as though it is me that he is fucking, and I hold the phone away from myself and he fucks me against he wall before we go back to the three day blowjob.

A couple hours later I confess.

You are so deep under my skin. Metastasized. I brace for your disappearance while I whisper all these words and more into your ears, breathing your scent and feeling the warmth of you. Every story I have about why I don’t deserve the perfect lover comes up in all their painful, ugly, sick-making glory and one by one I go through them, release them, release them again. I am afraid of fantasy. I am afraid of lies. I’m afraid I’ll scare you away with my desire and yet….. 

…..when you look at me. That’s what I can’t abide, what I squirm around under. You want me like I want you. I know it. I don’t mistrust it. There is so much more. This is just the tip. I will find the ground I need to transmit. 

The moment I saw your profile I know where my relationships are in time and space. I saw lifetimes of blending and repeating. Daggers of white heat. 

Instant, impenetrable desire. But please. Try to penetrate it. Again. And Again. Again.

I want to kiss you soft and sensuous and cradle your face in my hands. Rub my cheeks against yours feel that feedback loop of noises we make together right there real time. See how deep we can mirror when we take our time and let the fear go. I’m with youI know how you will move before you move I feel your thoughts I see your feelings I run your energy through every nerve ending in my clit I am within you when you look at me. I want ot hear you and laugh with you and taste all of you. I want to analyze and exhaust our brains and I…. try endlessly to make you see that I have to have you because I was made to fuck you.”

No response for a while.

“U

U

U

U

U” He repeats.

“O” I type

“U” he types. This is the first time he’s repeatedly typed to get my attention. I grin. Back to the three day blowjob.

“Me?”

“Would it be a terrible sin if for once you were a preacherman’s wasp daughter trying her best to be radical??? Yes you Zoe. Who do u think or want to Be?”

“I was going to recite pretty much all of Manchester from Hair in response to that, but… hi. How are you today?”

“So don’t go Mormon on me now?”

“You want me in the undies? All paws down ass up like onna their sphinxes?”

“Riddle me that theseus what age of man am I? Where is my leg? Give me your sphinx.”

“Purrrrrrrrr. I know that you just want to be my fucktoy, but I need a very sophisticated fucktoy.”

“Ur unsophisticated fucktoy. Do i wet you with less than ten words? So all u want is to fuck and be fucked?”

“Depends. Need stress cycle completed sometimes because context. But your actual words? I don’t know. Give me ten words and let’s find out. I still want to fuck you in person. Enough to make it happen.”

“Ten words?”

“Or eleven. I’m not precious about it.”

“Haiku?” he asks.

“As long as recited.” I clarify.

“Your cunt wet. My cock hard. We fuck frenetic. Then we scream.” he recites.

“Skipping foreplay.” he types afterwards, as some explanation.

“Oh you figured out I can’t resist fucking you and will just take you to the hilt at a whisper.”

“Just did.”

“Can’t resist isn’t even the right way to put it, obviously. Sitting there, bored all day. You think you have to say 10 words to get me wet when you show up in my inbox every day for a week? Some days all day all night? You think I’m not trained? What do you think I think about when I’m not “with” you? You think I’m that easy to satisfy that I don’t dream of your cock stroking me. Mind wanders, pussy drips. You already made me wet with 100,000 words. What’s 10 more.” I say.

“I’m soaking for you.” I admit.

“In your inbox. Every night and every day. Oh I’m sorry. Training you. Oh God, I’m sorry. Are you wet? Are your legs parted? Do you want to be fucked? You are being fucked aren’t you. You’re being fucked. Your legs are apart. Your muscles are squeezing. Oh. You’re being fucked. By me. Again.” he purrs.

“Yes please gentle today. Intentional. Please slow stirs. High and sensitive. You would feel so good on top of me. You still. Letting me suck your cock with my pussy. Hips. Muscles. Letting me drive for a minute. Thinking about this as I keep my finger still. Moving my pussy around it. All the spots that need touching. I crave the livewire. I want all that lightning that comes through me. Your voltage. Inside. My pussy wants you. She’s snobby.” I pout.

“I squeeze my cock with my fist tighter than i usually stroke myself. Is that your wet pussy?” he asks.

“Yes no space no air, no sound. No loss of contact. She’s needy. I want to hear you see you so bad. Horny man. Want to hear how you breathe when I’m dancing on your cock.”

“I want to see you twitch when I ride your back. I want to hold your breasts and breath.”

“Hear u gasp as you disappear into me, slithering muscles leaving you slick, pulling out each time with thicker sheen. Morphing into your perfect fit. I want you to fuck me so much I hold your shape.”

“Thousands of kilometers apart yet perfect fit.” he says. I blush. This language has me torn. He’s leaving soon. He’s leaving me.

“You’re inside me like weather. Each time a unique storm. Maybe just wind. A beautiful sun shower. A tornado. Maybe like Boulder, rolling thunder for hours followed by sharp stabs of purple lightning. I love the weather. Sometimes I can even predict it. And today you came on so quick. Clouds took that sun away. Now I’m drenched. Now you’re fucking me, and I’m unprepared. Shy as ever.”

“Are you too shy to vid? My intention was go at ur wet pussy surprise. That was my fantasy turn on.” he says.

“I lose my words I want to find them so bad… I try and try. No never too shy for you I’d rather just sit there beet red under your gaze dripping wet than not see you.” I emote.

“Drip wet.” he repeats.

“I love to turn you on I love being your fantasy. Are u too shy to vid?” I ask.

And then, we do our thing again. On video. I suck on a popsicle, miming a three day blowjob. Again interrupted by his friend, who he goes to help. Again. I send a shirtless photo.

“I’m helping.” I beam. 

“So you are. You look so fucking hot.” he types. Then a voice message at the end of the night “I never imagined you in a bra before. Wow. You wear underwear. My God. Never thought you did.” he muses.

We begin talking about our personal lives and it gets very personal. He is crying as he talks of his childhood and I call him on video and for the first time we talk face to face without fucking. 

I take a road trip to Wyoming. We discuss it, and photos, and compare our very different lives. He’s tickled to cyberfuck someone who has been to Wyoming. 

“Oh i am hard. And i just imagined pulling down your pants and sliding my tongue into your pussy.”

“Yes please I want you to lick me I need your moves. Just no direction, love to feel you move. Once you know me that is not as easy to access maybe. But now. Now I am a stranger that you keep licking every day. Now you don’t fall into time-tested “habits” (grrrrrr).” 

“Nah I just pulled your pants down and licked you. Not habit. Just did. Coz I’m hard and it seemed appropriate in some way perhaps novelty coz i have never met anyone who has been to Wyoming.” 

“Gasps. Oh honey I’ve been to Wyoming more times than I can count on my two hands. I’ve never met anyone who… That list so long so beautiful so hot so compelling such a good read, kiss, taste, feel… your tongue.”

“Explores u everytime.” he reassures.

“Moody hot babe shifting landscape – grateful for comprehension and just yes. Just forgetting everything but your song.”

“I reckon my tongue is my subtle way of telling u i want to fuck you.”

“I reckon (tee hee) you know that if you lick me I will passive aggressively try to get you to fuck me if you don’t.” I say. “I’m stroking your shoulders. Because you’ve been crying and you’re hot and I’m grateful. And I’ve been winding around your legs all day waiting for you to do what you’re doing right now. Clit. Want licks. Want touches.”

“Got it.” He says.

“And the thought of you hard and lonely… fuck. As long as I am in this world and you want my body, mind, magic, heart, sex – you shall never be hard and lonely.” I incant.

“Coz i leave u so often hanging for more your fingers on your clit your body seeking out those parts of your brain your sweet release.” he brags.

“Yeah u left me last night while you were inside of me. Rough, man. Why u think I been on u all day. When you said we’d read each other’s books to each other I wondered how I’d survive so intense I want that bad bad bad bad bad.” I admit.

And again we are off topic, speaking of Canada and the Balkans and Kalashnikovs and more.

“Are you licking me? Am I giving you a blowjob? What are we doing? What’s going on?” I ask, by voice.

“Yup. Licking you. How did we get distracted, we got distracted by different type of, of what, ordinance, Kalashnikovs, Yugoslavia, Canada, Canadians, Vagina, Regina, and now I’m back to licking you.” he laughs, that cigarette-fried laugh that makes me grin at his openness.

“You’re so hot. I wanna suck your cock tho.”

“Do.”

“Slowly and with so much tongue.” I expand. The three day blowjob has left me drooling and eager.

“Oh.”

“Your one word answers a challenge that makes me so instantly wet, little smile showing my two front teeth. Thinking about licking your thighs and your balls and the base of your cock. Licking all the different minute textures of your skin at the same time sliding my fingers between my legs, in real life, stroking my own thighs. The fur at the top. Thinking about getting you sloppy wet just so when I finally sheath you with my mouth there’s no resistance because you’re covered in my spit, and that long slide from lips to back of throat send shivers down through core to anterior lumbar and I’m thrusting at air while sucking you because I wanna. 

Thinking about that feeling when you just sit back like “fuck. Bitch don’t need no help.” Thinking about my cheeks. All of them. The ones sucking in around the head of your cock as I stir my mouth with you and the ones behind me in real life slick and wet in the middle from lying on my back thinking about sucking your dick cuz I wanna.”

“That is so so hot. That is so so hot. Ohhhh. Hehehemmm” he breathily responds. I hear the lust in his voice and grin.

“I need an extra hand on an assistant or something because your voice through your grin just has my fingers moving so fast and impatient and just the simple trick of HARDER when I want to come so hard.

But that’s not the way I’m sucking you. Not yet.

Later I’ll be deliberate. Steady. Patient. Now I’m just licking you. Kissing your cock. Sucking you. Just the tiniest test of teeth. More tongue. Licking downwards. Seeing how low I can get on your taint before you start squirming. Whether you squirm away or towards me. Seeing what else you want. Seeing if you ordered the blowjob with extras today. 

After all I am wet from mount to sacrum now just pooling in all my holes why shouldn’t you be.”

“…I am.” he types. “Squirming against your tongue mouth & hands fingers. So edging.”

“I’d love to find all your points. I’d love to learn. The learning where I’m flushed and shy and trying hard to make you happy and concentrate on pressure but shaking because yr verbal instructions turn me on so much is another day but it just flashed in front of me too so where was I…

Oh I was wondering if I could guess what you ate today from the way your cum tastes and I was moving the hand I’d been stroking you with to my pussy and fucking myself with my finger while I suck your cock. And then I was grabbing your hand and having you fuck me with your finger so I can rub my clit instead while taking you just as fast and as deep in my mouth as your finger fucks me. Mostly. Sometimes I rebel.

And irl spoiled. Thinking of fantasy but missing that look on your face as you fuck me against a wall, holdng your phone there. Biting your lip for me.

Fuck.

I want more. Of course I do. You’re the best I’ve ever had. I want it all day, all night, all the time. I can live without it. Even thrive. But I still think of fucking you. Sucking you. Holding you. It’s there always. Pilot light.” I type. Then switch to voice.

“Are you disappearing again. I mean you have really good reasons. G-d I want you.” I say breathily, needily. Our intermittent, interrupted three day blowjob has me needy and desperate.

“Mmm and even 13 seconds of your timbre is enough to make me come. Thrice.

And then I don’t care if you fall asleep or disappear I have a job to do here. I have to suck your cock. Need to. I need to feel you cum against the back of my throat. Irl… I didn’t get to. I didn’t get that edging, straining on my lips, so carefully tested to make sure they’re not numb from working my mouth over your cock so steady so loving so patient. Those lips the ones in my mouth are where I feel you best. Where I can learn how you spurt when I’ve been so eagerly sucking your cock cuz I wanna.

I’ve told you before all your signatures leave me shaking, desperate to be filled by you. Yes the way your hair grows. The way you breathe. Yes the way you move. And oh G-d most of all the way you cum, filling my mouth with your heat, holding nothing back, oblivion, knowing I’m gulping every drop down my throat cuz I wanna.” I say, swallowing after a three day blowjob.

The Next Time:


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This post is #16 of a series documenting cybersex with my favorite lover, and #10 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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