toad or anything. I like to think I'm an average-to-cute geek girl. My short, black pixie 'do makes me look almost elfin. But I've never been a fan of my chin, and my nose is just okay.
PrinceCharming: That's okay. Type as you play. Tell me how it feels.
I quit brooding about my appearance and jumped when the message ping went off. What the hell? I decided. It was time to shed my uptightness. Besides, I was in the privacy of my apartment, and no one would see.
Taking a deep breath, I typed back: I could just lie. Tell you I'm doing it when I'm not.
PrinceCharming: I trust you. :)
My heart fluttered in my chest and I almost hated him for being so slick, so nice, but that wouldn't be fair. This was my shit messing with my head, not his fault.
I typed back: So … how should I start.
PrinceCharming: Get naked for me.
I shivered as I shed my ash grey sweatshirt, black yoga pants, and red striped thong. My skin felt electric, as if unseen charged particles pinged out of my pores. I was terrified and thrilled all at once.
My nipples puckered, hardening until they hurt as I sat in the chair again, my clothes completely shed.
I typed: Okay, what next?
PrinceCharming: I wish I could see you. ;) Spread your legs. Get comfortable.
I did, then waited for his next message.
PrinceCharming: Stroke your clit. Pull the hood back and rub it. Tell me how it feels.
I skimmed two fingers up my soft labia then caressed the tiny bead of flesh. Sparks seemed to shoot through my every nerve. When I pulled the hood back to rub beneath, a tiny moan escaped me.
PrinceCharming: Feel good?
I stopped long enough to type: Yes.
Prince Charming: Slide your fingers between your lips. Get them wet.
I did as he instructed, parting my labia to slip two fingers down my slit. It glistened with my juices, and my pussy already throbbed so strong it was driving me mad.
Once my fingers shone with wetness, I rubbed my clit again. More electric shocks zipped from my sex to my brain, showering my whole body with delightful sensation. I could see how a person could become addicted to this sort of pleasure. I certainly didn't want it to end any time soon.
PrinceCharming: Rub your clit. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Make yourself come, Princess.
My skin tingled as I ground fingers into my swelling clitoris. Tense muscles started to relax as pleasure flooded my body. My clit pulsed strong from the stimuli. The tingling threatened to drive me mad, and my opening throbbed so hard it hurt.
PrinceCharming: Details? ;)
I groaned as I pulled my fingers away from my sex, disappointed by the cessation of bliss. I had to collect my thoughts before I could reply.
I typed: I'm wet. On fire. I need to cum.
I stared in shock at my reply. It read so confident and wanton.
PrinceCharming: Tell me how it feels, how you feel? Bring me into your world.
My hands shook slightly as I typed: It feels … amazing. It's like electricity zipping through my body, if getting electrocuted were a good thing. lol
PrinceCharming: I bet you feel like velvet. So soft. So wet. I can almost see it.
My cheeks flamed with heat and a smile quirked up the corners of my lips.
I typed: Now, can I get back to it? ;)
PrinceCharming: haha! Go for it.
This time, I positioned myself in the chair so I could slide fingers inside me while still playing with my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured him with me, imagined what he would look like. My fingers became his fingers.
I tugged my clit back and rubbed. My fingers were once more slick with my juices, and I gasped loudly as I drew his face in my mind. Hair so black it seemed to shine blue. Eyes the color of sapphires. Chiseled cheekbones and a square chin. He watched me with intense lust as his fingers skimmed up my labia.
I rubbed my clit harder, letting myself get lost in the daydream as my hips began to rock in a rhythm that matched my climbing ecstasy. My fingers slipped inside of me and I clamped down hard around the penetration. I
PrinceCharming: That's okay. Type as you play. Tell me how it feels.
I quit brooding about my appearance and jumped when the message ping went off. What the hell? I decided. It was time to shed my uptightness. Besides, I was in the privacy of my apartment, and no one would see.
Taking a deep breath, I typed back: I could just lie. Tell you I'm doing it when I'm not.
PrinceCharming: I trust you. :)
My heart fluttered in my chest and I almost hated him for being so slick, so nice, but that wouldn't be fair. This was my shit messing with my head, not his fault.
I typed back: So … how should I start.
PrinceCharming: Get naked for me.
I shivered as I shed my ash grey sweatshirt, black yoga pants, and red striped thong. My skin felt electric, as if unseen charged particles pinged out of my pores. I was terrified and thrilled all at once.
My nipples puckered, hardening until they hurt as I sat in the chair again, my clothes completely shed.
I typed: Okay, what next?
PrinceCharming: I wish I could see you. ;) Spread your legs. Get comfortable.
I did, then waited for his next message.
PrinceCharming: Stroke your clit. Pull the hood back and rub it. Tell me how it feels.
I skimmed two fingers up my soft labia then caressed the tiny bead of flesh. Sparks seemed to shoot through my every nerve. When I pulled the hood back to rub beneath, a tiny moan escaped me.
PrinceCharming: Feel good?
I stopped long enough to type: Yes.
Prince Charming: Slide your fingers between your lips. Get them wet.
I did as he instructed, parting my labia to slip two fingers down my slit. It glistened with my juices, and my pussy already throbbed so strong it was driving me mad.
Once my fingers shone with wetness, I rubbed my clit again. More electric shocks zipped from my sex to my brain, showering my whole body with delightful sensation. I could see how a person could become addicted to this sort of pleasure. I certainly didn't want it to end any time soon.
PrinceCharming: Rub your clit. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Make yourself come, Princess.
My skin tingled as I ground fingers into my swelling clitoris. Tense muscles started to relax as pleasure flooded my body. My clit pulsed strong from the stimuli. The tingling threatened to drive me mad, and my opening throbbed so hard it hurt.
PrinceCharming: Details? ;)
I groaned as I pulled my fingers away from my sex, disappointed by the cessation of bliss. I had to collect my thoughts before I could reply.
I typed: I'm wet. On fire. I need to cum.
I stared in shock at my reply. It read so confident and wanton.
PrinceCharming: Tell me how it feels, how you feel? Bring me into your world.
My hands shook slightly as I typed: It feels … amazing. It's like electricity zipping through my body, if getting electrocuted were a good thing. lol
PrinceCharming: I bet you feel like velvet. So soft. So wet. I can almost see it.
My cheeks flamed with heat and a smile quirked up the corners of my lips.
I typed: Now, can I get back to it? ;)
PrinceCharming: haha! Go for it.
This time, I positioned myself in the chair so I could slide fingers inside me while still playing with my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured him with me, imagined what he would look like. My fingers became his fingers.
I tugged my clit back and rubbed. My fingers were once more slick with my juices, and I gasped loudly as I drew his face in my mind. Hair so black it seemed to shine blue. Eyes the color of sapphires. Chiseled cheekbones and a square chin. He watched me with intense lust as his fingers skimmed up my labia.
I rubbed my clit harder, letting myself get lost in the daydream as my hips began to rock in a rhythm that matched my climbing ecstasy. My fingers slipped inside of me and I clamped down hard around the penetration. I
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