Online Role Play, Just A Need?

Not a poem, but some thoughts on role playing online. We all have different reasons and different needs.

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I heard her cry out and start to cum.
I didn’t actually hear her cum, but I imagined it.
She wrote that she had.

It’s always better than watching porn.
That usual mechanical acting out of lust.
She was a housewife who sounded real.
A person like me wanting something that made her feel good for a moment.

When we spoke, or typed, we were of the same mind.
We wanted a connection and we wanted a release.
A release from the hidden, inner torment of everyday.
A feeling with a person who was actually there with us.

She heard me grunt as I started to cum.
She actually didn’t hear me cum, but she imagined it.
I wrote that I had.

She was my perfect substitute, the woman in the bar.
The red head with the cleavage, and a dress that was like a second skin.
Her eyes somehow found mine, and I looked away.
But when I looked back I knew that she wanted me too.

The excitement of those first words spoken, made my body react.
I was in that crowded bar, but at my desk at home.
Her voice increased the tension, or at least the written words.
The desire felt awkward standing there, it felt more real sitting here.

Her name was Jenny, a sales rep from the north.
I was an engineer from the south and we both had the same lonely lust.
When we’d had that first drink it was only a matter of time.
But at home, on our tablets we had no time at all.

The words on screen were more hurried than they should have been.
The words were perhaps too crude, but we both needed to get there.
There were frantic fingers and raised heartbeats.
There was the messy, noisy finish and the unsatisfactory satisfaction.

We both heard our ecstatic cries.
We actually didn’t, but we imagined it.
And we wrote that we had cum… together… but apart.