My Vinegar - Sex Stories

My Vinegar

... breaths.

That was the start of my online relationship with Vinegar. I named her Vinegar one day during a chat, where we discussed how we felt about each other. I told her how I found her to be a spicy, aromatic, and sharp-minded woman. As soon as I said that, for reasons I couldn’t explain, I thought of vinegar and there it was. We spent hours together over the course of the next few months. I would find any place I could to get down and dirty with her… offices, the gym shower, even my car! I left biological evidence of my unfaithful behaviour everywhere. Quite a trail, I must say!

To keep things exciting, I even started fucking bottles, which Vinegar found so sexy and horny—Dunkin’ Coffee bottles, to be precise, as they were the perfect size for my hard cock to be in when fully erect. Pulling the bottle back would create a vacuum which would engorge my cock further, making it even harder. I lost count of the number of orgasms I helped tease out of Vinegar! I kept count initially, but then gave up as the number went past ten and then twenty.

She would generally be at home, as our time difference meant we could only meet with me being at work and her being at home. I was fun imagining how many times she may have had to change her bedsheets! Our conversations also started becoming more varied with us discussing real-life issues we were having. Me dealing with my adolescent kids; her discussing troubles at work and home; me discussing how much I’d love to fuck her for ...

... real; her agreeing that she wanted the same.

It felt like our relationship was blossoming into a fully fledged, passionate, long-distance romance. It even got to the point where that deeply romantic ‘L’ word entered our conversations and admittedly, I used it more freely than her, but use it, she did.

We had our fair share of trials and tribulations, too. Being a Muslim myself, when Ramadhan came (the month of fasting all Muslims must do), I pulled away and tried not to engage with her in an attempt to maintain some self-restraint during the holy month… my attempt at being ‘good’! That didn’t last long as I still wanted to chat to her and there were times when I would leave our chats with a hard cock in my pants. But I did manage to restrain myself from any physical activity during that period, but it didn’t stop Vinegar from orgasming during our chats. That was fucking hard… controlling my desire to reach down and feel my hard cock as I heard her orgasm was so tough to do!

Then there was the time I got spotted by some female employees in my car at work as I was doing my thing with Vinegar in the carpark. That was a harrowing experience, as it ended with me being blackmailed. The women wanted me to show them what I had been doing in the car in one of their locked offices, otherwise they would send an email to management. That afternoon’s happenings is a story in itself, a story for another day. It left me feeling violated and used, but after a short hiatus, I was back ...