My Email Seductress - Sex Stories

My Email Seductress

... hard as rock. How does she do that to me? I can’t send an answer, she’ll have to wait. Hand stroking faster, I return to my fantasy. I see her standing before me, naked from the waist up, gorgeous breasts exposed. Her eyes cast a spell on me, holding me captive as she touches her nipples, pulling at them, tormenting me as she teases herself. My balls ache. I need release. My email seductress, my wanton slut, is after my very soul. Well, she can have it. I take great pleasure from seeking her out, finding time alone with her to drink in her delicious messages undisturbed. I’m her helpless slave, inextricably drawn to her and she’s devoted to me. The words she writes are for me alone, each phrase designed to please, each word to stir. She’s the perfect tease, the perfect fuck and my cock is always hard for her. My poor cock’s pulsating now, demanding attention. I need to give in. Oh baby girl, my sweet angel, you’re going to make me cum, again - your sordid words, wicked promises, all those intimate details written for me. God I need to fuck you! Cock firmly gripped in my right hand I ...

... let rip, hand flying. Stroke after stroke I feel you with me - your hand tugging my rigid shaft, your lips kissing my neck, your perfume filling my nostrils. “Oh baby, baby…” How I long to feel your soft wet lips upon my mouth, hear your ragged breathing and groans of want. What I’d give to feel the tug of fingers tangled in my hair or to hear your voice softly whispering my name as my climax builds. And what I want more than anything is to bury my cock deep inside you, sinking my length all the way to the root. I’d feel you clench, cunt muscles gripping, squeezing, stroking…“urrrrgghhh!” My hand races, urgently, frantically pulling. I turn my head as I lose control spilling my seed in one long spurt, flooding my hand. I see the white cream upon my skin, feel its warmth and yet in my mind I’m giving it to you - my sweet, perfect seductress. “Are you still there my darling?” Breathing hard, hand trembling I manage to type a reply. “I’m here, don’t go. I have a question for you this time.” “Ok, I’ll answer anything.” I wonder about that … chuckling I type, “How do you like to imagine me?”