A few months ago I decided to fulfil a fantasy...to have cybersex, and maybe even real sex, with another woman. Cybersex isn't as easy as it sounds...if the second sentence of the conversation is 'you like anal sex?' you're not talking to a woman. Finally, I answered an ad written by a 40ish woman who had never been with a woman but wanted to. I contacted her (cautiously!) and started e-mailing. She was smart, funny and a good writer--just what I wanted. And just saying what I wanted made me wet!--I've never discussed my desires with anyone! She told me she 'wasn't interested in instant messages, particularly'--she'd done it with men, but she never really got off.
I decided to change that.
I was in front of my computer at home, half-naked, panties wet, heart pounding. I e-mailed her at work: 'Anonymous, behind my screen, I can reveal myself. Right now I am sitting at my keyboard, panties slick and clinging, pushing and grinding my pussy against the seat, nipples hardening. Now the challenge--can I make you share that feeling, at work in pantyhose, powdered, professional, dressed up? I want to touch myself--are your nipples pink?'
They were, and coin-sized. I can't reproduce her e-mail, but I wrote, 'Thinking about your nipples makes me gush. I press the seam of my panties against my clit and tense my thighs. When you read this I'll be coming, rocking back and forth. But maybe not. I think I'll tease myself and tweak my nipples, pretending I am licking and sucking yours.' Mission accomplished. My friend left her office, crotch wet and throbbing for the bathroom. She stroked her vulva until she writhed on the seat, tasted her juices, and wrote back to me.