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Continuation of the "Virtual Experience" story. He disappear..
🕑 Added 2023-11-19 23:00:24 +0000 UTC Continuation of the "Virtual Experience" story. He disappeared, leaving me with chaos in the shower, wet panties and my jaw hanging open in surprise. I really didn't know what to think. I felt humiliated and sexy as hell at the same time, it was embarrassing and exciting. The same evening, he said that he was too busy for now, but he really liked our virtual adventure and he would look forward to the right moment to repeat it. His messages have become short and rather harsh. So my virtual lover showed that he does not care what happens to me, but he still manages the whole situation here. He said that he would write at a certain time, for example, at 22:06. He never said that he would write around ten, but always set the time of the conversation with funny accuracy. It made me count the minutes in anticipation, and when he appeared online, I was already slightly excited. One night he asked if I was ready for an unusual entertainment. He asked me if I remember adventure books in which you could independently choose where the plot development would go next. And now we're going to do just that. He asked me to go to bed, relax and read his story. At certain moments, I will be able to choose between two options for the development of events. First, he outlined in a few phrases the situation in which events would take place between us, and began to describe in detail what he would do to me. The virtual lover clearly had a talent for writing, it was a pleasure to read his messages. And now he was taking it to a new level βhe allowed me to fantasize on my own. Every minute he stopped typing and asked me to choose where and how the next action would take place. I chose between the kitchen table and the living room floor, poses, body parts, the color of his skin, and so on. Each story ended with the fact that we all experience the strongest orgasm β after which I could ask to stop or tell a new version. He stopped typing just to forbid me to masturbate. "Hey, it's still mental sex, remember?". But I was barely holding back. Four hot, detailed stories that felt like they really happened drove me to exhaustion. I was panting and fidgeting with unbearable desire. He asked me if I had any suitable acquaintances who would save me from suffering, because he himself was too far away. I admitted that right now, at night, there is hardly anyone among my contacts who will agree to break down and come to me for this. He said that he had come up with something, and disappeared, strictly forbidding me to masturbate. The virtual lover returned 10 minutes later and sent a photo of an unknown guy. Allegedly it was his friend who lived in my city, he contacted him, sent him my photos and asked if he was ready to help such a cutie, and the guy agreed. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Is he going to send some guy to my house to fuck me? Is this a joke? The virtual lover, as if nothing had happened, continued to tell me about his friend, for persuasiveness he sent another photo. But he stressed that he does not insist and everything depends only on my desire. "Well," he wrote, "Let's continue telling stories."As you might guess, the new one was about the guy with whom, according to the plot, I had to spend the night. The intricacy of the choice of options and a detailed description of who, whom, where and with what passion, brought me to the peak of excitement again. I was breathing heavily and again barely restrained myself from sticking my fingers between my legs. HE was openly teasing me. "You want to get fucked, don't you?" Of course I wanted that! Yes, so much so that I was already losing touch with reality. "Just one word and you'll get
