First Chat
discreetandshy: I hope you don’t think I am being too forward, but, I wanted you to know I really like your stories.
writerfool: Thank you. You are not being too forward at all. I appreciate you contacting me and letting me know my words reach others.
discreetandshy: Are your stories true? Have you experienced the things you write about? Since you said I’m not being too forward, I will also tell you they turn me on.
writerfool: I have experienced some of the things in my writings, not all. I like to think about some of the scenes, then write how I would react if I were in that situation. I will tell you since we are not being too forward, some of my stories turn me on too. I hope that doesn’t sound arrogant.
discreetandshy: It doesn’t sound arrogant at all. I would like to experience a lot of the things you write about. Sometimes, I imagine the woman in the story is me.
writerfool: That is a huge compliment. I am glad I can give you a way to escape the mundane and enjoy a dream.
discreetandshy: How do you do that? How do you choose the right words at the right time? ‘A way to escape the mundane and enjoy a dream.’ I like that. A lot. That is exactly what happens to me.
Jesse went to bed that night with a smile on his face. He smiled because his thoughts, desires, and naughty wants were appreciated. He also had to admit the thought of a female messaging him and telling him she got turned on by his stories helped increase the size of his smile.
He welcomed sleep as it approached his bed. His smile was still on his face as he snuggled in with sleep and allowed it to take him to the world of his erotic dreams.
That was how their “discreet, online, playtime, and relationship” began.
“I am married and will not show my face. I have to be discreet. Your stories make me feel excited, wanted, and help fulfill a deep desire I have. You make me feel seen, wanted, and sexy. While I know this may sound rude, but, I am using you for my pleasure. I get excited that I turn you on, but, I will never show you my face. If you can’t handle being a playmate for me and want more, then we will need to stop communications. If you are ok with the situation, then let’s play.”
Discreetandshy, who he now addressed as Shy, sent him that message after they had been flirting with one another online for about a week.
“I agree with your requests and demands,” he replied with a smiley-faced emoji following, “I have to admit I feel a sense of guilt that you are married. But then again if I cannot see your face, it is almost like the porn I watch of women masturbating. I watch them when I cannot hold back my desire to play any longer. I will never press you to reveal your face or identity. I guess you can call me Wri or Wry, either one, short for Writer or Wry, like the sense of humor or lack thereof.”
Shy and Wry enjoyed one another in many ways. She would send him pictures of wet spots on her panties or how her hard nipples could be seen through her shirt.
Wry would send her pictures of the outline of his hardness through his jeans or his head and a wet spot on his underwear.
The teasing pictures evolved into short videos of them touching themselves. Jesse (Wry), recorded himself masturbating to a video Shy had sent him. He was able to position the phone so she could see him cumming at the same time she inserted a dildo on the video.
Shy, in turn, sent him a video of herself rubbing her clit to orgasm while watching a video of him squirting his man juice over a picture of her open lips he had printed.
Wry and Shy had fun with one another. A lot of fun.
One day, Shy sent a picture of her nipples. Through their many conversations, Shy knew Wry was not a boob guy. It didn’t matter if a lady had big boobs or no boobs at all. However, he really liked nipples. After rubbing and pulling her nipples, Shy decided to take little rubber bands and put them on her nipples. The binding felt amazing and her nipples were firm and extended because of the tightness.
Wry was at work when he received that particular picture. Fortunately, he did not view it while others were around. He instantly reached down and adjusted his hardness when he opened and viewed the picture. A sudden crotch adjustment would not have escaped the guys and they would have known he received a naughty picture.
That evening, he sent Shy a message thanking her for the sexy, erotic, yummy, and cock-hardening picture. Then told her she deserved a spanking for sending it while he was working. After she replied that maybe she wanted a spanking, and he adjusted himself again, he responded that the spanking would be one to encourage that type of behavior from her.
