Cybersex Before We Meet

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steves_mom
steves_mom
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Cybersex Before We Meet

My mistress asks
In the throes of cyber passion
What will you do to me
When we meet?

At first I stall
Stop typing, stop touching myself.
I don't know what to do;
You tell me.

No way, she says.
I want to know what you will do.
Where will you touch me first?
And with what?

A shot of bliss
Goes straight to my nether regions.
I will take off my clothes,
I tell her.

Will you undress
Just yourself? Just your own body?
Or will you strip me too?
Oh, please. Both.

And then we'll kiss.
Your tongue, my tongue, probing, tasting
The reaches of our mouths
And our lips.

Then my palms seek
Your heavy, luscious breasts. So soft.
Your puckered nipples wait
For my tongue.

Lie back for me.
My tongue licks its way down on you.
Past your breasts, past your waist
To heaven.

I look at you.
You tell me not to be afraid.
You spread your legs for me.
I'm not scared.

I'm elated.
I'm thrilled by the scent of your sex
And the wetness I find.
I taste you.

I lick your lips.
I kiss your pussy like a mouth.
I map it with my tongue.
I'm learning.

I dip my tongue
Inside to see how far it goes
And pull it out and in,
Deeper now.

Am I alright?
Look in my eyes and see the lust.
My tongue goes to your clit
And swirls around.

Do you like that?
Does my tongue arouse your delight?
Your slut wants to please you.
Just be you.

That pleases me,
She tells me, making her slut soar.
I cannot type just now.
I'm tickled.

I recover.
I slide two fingers inside you
And keep licking your clit.
Come for me.

I'm getting close,
You tell me. I bet you're moaning.
My words will make you come
While you stroke

Your own pussy.
Keep typing, slut, you tell me.
You squirt in my mouth, and
I drink it.

You're almost there.
I slide my finger in your ass.
My thumb is on your clit.
You come hard.

You pull me up
To your mouth and tell me, I am
Going to rock your world
When we meet.

When will we meet?
This cybersex is not enough.
The battery runs out,
And I sigh.

steves_mom
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AnonymousAnonymousover 9 years ago
Envy!

I am envious of this girl. I could only imagine how hot this must have been as it was happening.

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