Alex Enjoyed Her Freedom

I doubt any single women under 40 read erotica online today. Amazon has cornered the market on limitless reading at a low price. And people who are just looking to connect with others are more likely to use a dating app or Reddit.But that wasn?t the case in the early 2000s. Before the social networks took over, there were places online where people would go to write and share their interests with like-minded strangers all over the world. And every once in a while a real connection would form. I met people from journaling sites and music blogs. But I made the most intimate connections from writing erotic stories. Ivy and I started chatting in the fall of 2002. At the time I was writing a lot of melodramatic young love erotica. It?s what appealed to me and I didn?t see a ton of it online. Ivy read a couple of my stories and sent me a short note saying she?d enjoyed them.There was nothing flirty about the first message. I thanked her, like I would anyone else, but didn?t think much about it. I rarely received feedback on my stories and even when I did there wasn?t much back and forth. Ivy wrote back and asked a little more about my stories. She wanted to know if they were real. She commented on the common themes of young love. She asked if I was really a romantic or if that was just the stories.At that point in my life, I had met two women through writing. But I was still skeptical of the majority of people online. Too many people were posing as women and using obviously stolen pictures from porn sites. It didn?t take a reverse image search to figure that out.But Ivy was different. She was drawn to the romantic aspects of my stories more than the sex. She was flirtatious but in an affectionate way. Unlike the obvious posers, she didn?t try to jump into sex chat or tell me that she was a runway model who couldn?t resist sex with strangers she met online.Our correspondence moved beyond talking about stories. We started talking about our lives. Ivy asked if I used an instant messenger. Like everyone else, I used several in 2002 to keep in touch with friends. At the time I lived alone in a small town three hours away from most of my friends. I spent a lot of time online on weeknights. Ivy was working her way through community college and she lived with her mom in the middle of nowhere. We ended up chatting almost daily. I could tell that Ivy had a crush on me. It didn?t matter that she lived several states away. She often mentioned the lack of options in her town and how she didn?t want to settle. She had dreams of moving away and going to law school, but waiting tables full time only allowed her to take şişli escort a couple of college classes a semester.I couldn?t help but be wary. I knew I was Ivy?s escapist fantasy. I didn?t know what she looked like. I?d never even asked. And everyone knew that people online were prone to misrepresentation. She?d told me that she was a promising gymnast but before she got too curvy. It seemed like an exaggeration. But I couldn?t help liking her. She was sweet and naive but also witty and had an interesting outlook on the world. We could talk about politics or pop culture or nothing at all for hours. I was in my early twenties and had gone through a string of purely superficial relationships. It was easy to be drawn to someone who offered something more.Ivy was shy. She had dropped hints about wanting to talk on the phone. But she never outright asked and I was content to pretend I didn?t notice her hints. That changes when we started talking about sex. ?I?m so glad you shared your stories,? she typed. ?Or we would have never started chatting.??I know,? I responded. ?I?m glad you liked them. Although I never expected someone to only be interested in the characters and not the sex.??I never said that,? she answered. ?I liked the characters and the sex.??You never mentioned the sex.??I thought that part was obvious since they?re dirty stories,? she said.?What did you like about the sex? Did it turn on you???Of course it turned me on,? she said.?What did you do then?? I asked.She paused for several seconds before answering.?You know,? she answered.?Tell me,? I wrote.?Why? You know.? ?I want to know all about it,? I wrote. ?Maybe you can even tell me on the phone. If you prefer.?She didn?t answer for a couple of minutes. Then she typed her phone number.?If I call will you get shy?? I asked.?Yes. Of course.??That will be awkward,? I answered.?I promise to tell you what I want to hear.?I told her to give me a few minutes and logged off the messenger. I took my phone and moved to the bedroom. I was nervous. What if she sounded like a grandmother? Or a man?I dialed the phone. Ivy picked up on the first ring.?I have to be quiet,? she said. ?My mother is sleeping.?I looked at the clock. It was close to midnight. I knew if I hesitated we might spend an hour avoiding the reason I called. ?Tell me what you liked,? I said.?About the sex?? she said quietly.Ivy had a soft voice with just a hint of a northeastern accent. ?You said you would tell me what I wanted to hear,? I said sternly.?But you know,? she said.I waited quietly.She started to recall a story I?d written about best friends becoming lovers. ?I mecidiyeköy escort was so caught up in the emotion,? she said. ?And then the sex started. I liked how he took control. But he was still tender. He was affectionate. But he was also in charge.??And how did you react to that?? ?It turned me on,? Ivy said.?And what happened when you were turned on???I got wet,? she said.Her voice was getting meeker and breathier at the same time.?And what did you do then?? I asked.?I touched myself. And I imagined I was her. And you were doing those things with me.??Did you cum?? I asked.?Yes,? she said quietly.?More than once???Not that day. But I have again since.??To the same story?? I asked.?Yes,? she said. ?At first. But then we started chatting.??And then what happened?? ?I realized the character is kind of like you. But not exactly,? she said.?So you couldn?t get off to it anymore???I don?t know if I could have,? she said. ?But I didn?t want to.??Why???Because I started making up my own fantasies. About me and you.??Do you do that a lot?? I asked.?Yes,? she answered.?When was the last time?? ?Yesterday,? she said.?Fuck,? I responded. ?That?s hot. I?m hard just thinking about it.??Are you?? she asked. ?I?m very wet.?I was wearing nothing but basketball shorts. I rubbed my hard cock through them.?What are you wearing?? I asked.?Just a big white t-shirt and panties,? she said. ?Pale blue panties. Bikini cut.??Are they wet, Ivy???Yes. They?re soaked.??I want to hear you cum,? I told her. ?For me. Right now.??Should I take my panties off?? she asked.?Yes.??Are you naked?? she asked.I slipped off my shorts. I was in bed completely naked and told her so.?How do you touch yourself?? I asked.?I?m using two fingers. I?m sliding them in and out of my pussy. I wish it was you.?I wrapped my hand around my swollen cock. I had to fight the urge to get off quickly. I wanted to savor the moment. And I wanted to hear Ivy cum.?Do you touch your clit?? I asked.?Yes. I use my thumb. Do you wish you were here???I do. I want you, Ivy.??I wish you were in my hot cunt,? she said. ?I can?t stop moving my hips. Fucking my hand.??Keep going, Ivy. I wish you were here on my hard cock. Bouncing up and down.??You like it,? she said. ?I have really big tits.?I didn?t know if she was telling the truth and I didn?t care. My cock was throbbing. I squeezed my head to keep from humping.Ivy was breathing heavily. She moaned into the phone?I need you,? she said. ?I need you in my pussy.??Would you let me cum in you?? I asked.?Yes,? she answered. ?Yes, yes, yes. Please cum in my pussy.?She stopped talking. I could hear her moaning and gasping for air.?I?m going to cum,? she said. ?Should I cum??I stroked my cock faster.?I?m cumming with you,? I answered.We both moaned and panted into the phone. We came almost simultaneously. I came all over my stomach while Ivy moaned my name.?Do you still respect me?? she joked afterward. ?Do you think I?m a slut???I respect you even more,? I joked. We talked for a few minutes. It was late and we were both spent. Finally, we said goodnight. There was no going back from that point. I tried. I knew she had feelings for me that I couldn?t reciprocate. Talking to her online had become a part of my routine. I missed her when we didn?t chat. Every time I saw her on messenger she?d ask me to call. I?d avoid the topic. Then we?d get into a conversation and I?d end up steering it toward sex.?You mentioned you?re curvy,? I wrote one night. ?And on the phone, you said you have big tits.??Too big,? she wrote. ?They make me look silly.??Why is that???Because I?m barely five feet tall and 34dd. I have a hard time finding a bra that fits. I can?t wear a lot of blouses with buttons and pullovers make me look fat. I?m not fat by the way. I?m cute. And very fit.? ?You sound sexy,? I wrote.?I don?t think so,? she responded. ?Maybe some days. I think I?m just cute. Too short. Too busty. I?m not what guys want.??I want you,? I wrote.?Come get me.??Describe yourself some more.? She didn?t have a digital camera. They were still rare back then. ?Call me,? she wrote.I couldn?t resist.?Describe yourself,? I said. ?Five foot one,? she said shyly. ?Hourglass figure. Big ass. Big boobs. Small waist. Muscular legs.??Fuck, you sound sexy.??Green eyes,? she continued. ?Dirty blonde hair. Shoulder length with bangs. Perfectly round face. My nose is too small.??I?d have a hard time keeping my hands off you,? I said.?You wouldn?t have to.??What are you wearing now?? I asked.?Nothing sexy.??That?s not what I asked.??Gray sports bra. Pink cotton panties. A t-shirt and pajama pants.??Are you wet right now???I?m wet every time we chat,? she said.I took my cock out and the dirty talk escalated. I climaxed listening to Ivy pleasure herself.?I?m not joking,? she said after. ?You can have me for real. Come get me.?I quickly became addicted. We talked a few nights a week. Sometimes for four or five hours with each of us having multiple orgasms.I knew I had to fuck Ivy. It seemed insane to drive several states just to get laid. Ivy obviously wanted it to lead to more, but I couldn?t see myself in a long-distance relationship. But I needed to find out if she lived up to my fantasies in person. Ivy kept mentioning a weekend when she would have the house to herself. She didn?t want to come to me. The romantic in her wanted me to come to sweep her off her feet.