Computer Love (Have You Ever Had Cyber Sex?)
It was some time past 2am. Although I had just come home from a party and had a nice buzz going, I still decided to check my email. Sorry, I’m a workaholic and it’s a bad force of habit.
As soon as I opened the laptop my iChat automatically logged me in. I didn’t expect anyone to be on so late on a Friday night so I didn’t bother putting on an away message. The plan was to just check my messages and hit the sack.
That’s when she hit me.
“Hey!”
Those were the three letters that popped up on the right hand side of my computer screen. I glanced over at the screen name and saw it was Yazmine.
Yazmine was this cute girl I met through one of my homegirls a while back. We had a real flirty relationship, to say the least, but for whatever the reason nothing ever came of it. We’d usually talk shit over IM but whenever we’d run into each other somewhere it was never anything more than cordial. I just chalked it up to her just being a cock tease and left it at that.
“Hey,” I absentmindedly wrote back.
“What are you doing home?” she asked.
“Jst came in from my boyz party. A lil tipsy.”
“LOL. Why are you online then?”
“Just checkin msgs B4 I head 2 bed & squeeze 1 out.”
“Huh? Squeeze 1 out?”
“Jerk off. LOL”
“Oh, really?”
Before I could even write, “JK,” she hit me back with, “Let me see.”
“What! UR buggin.”
“Why?”
“Bcuz.”
“How you going to say that and not let me watch?”
“LOL. UR funny.”
“No, you don’t understand, I’m so horny right now.”
“Word? Well UR all the way in the BX how da hell u supposed 2 C anyway?”
“You have a web cam don’t you?”
“Yeah but…”
Before I could even finish typing, that little green light on my computer came on, signaling an incoming video chat request. I clicked accept and a tantalizing Yazmine was instantly right in front of me.
Yazmine flicked a strand of hair out of her face and leaned into the camera and said, “Hi.”
Even with her hair undone, Yazmine was fly as fuck. She was sitting on her bed in a pink camisole nightie with lace trim around the edges. The room was dimly lit but I could still see her big brown seductive eyes.
At first the laptop was laying on the bed in front of her, but then Yazmine repositioned herself against the headboard and adjusted the camera. She wasn’t wearing a bra so I could see the imprint of perky titties through her top.
Her nipples were hard.
As for me, I was half-dressed in a pair of boxers and a wifebeater, exposing the tattoo on my arm.
“I didn’t know you had a tat,” she said.
“Yeah, I got this for my birthday a few years ago.”
“It’s sexy,” she smiled. “Now let me see your sexy dick.”
“What? I’m not even messing with you right now ’cause I know you’re not serious.”
Yazmine’s voice changed into this soft seductive whisper and she repeated herself: “No, I’m very serious. I want to watch you play with yourself.”
My dick was hard.
As far as I knew Yazmine was just talking shit again, but damn if it wasn’t sexy. I laughed out of nervousness.
“What’s so funny,” she smirked.
“Nothing. I just never know when you’re serious.”
“Well, I’m very serious right now,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip.
In that same breath, Yazmine began feeling on her breasts through her top. Next thing I know she slid one spaghetti strap off her left shoulder until her breast was exposed and she started licking her own nipple.
“You like that,” she whispered.
I nodded in agreement as my dick got even harder and started poking out the front of my boxers. Instinctually, I grasped myself with my left hand and was tempted to grant Yazmine’s wishes, but part of me still wasn’t sure if she was for real.
Sensing my doubt, Yazmine took it up a notch.
She placed the laptop on the bed in front of her and lifted her camisole over her head, revealing her sublime naked body to me. With the camera positioned squarely on her crotch she began fiddling with the loose strands of hair in her nether region.
“I want to see you your sexy dick,” she repeated once more.
There was no more doubt in my mind by this point and I moved my laptop to the edge of the desk and titled the camera southward to reveal my stiff cock, which I had already been gently stroking ever since Yazmine started licking her own breast.
“I want to watch you jerk off,” Yazmine moaned, stroking her throbbing pussy even harder. “I want to see you cum.”
I was tipsy, horny and more than willing to oblige. As I watched Yazmine playing with herself on the screen and gyrating her hips as it got good for her, I also studied my own strokes on camera as I worked my hand up and down my shaft.
I was seeing exactly what Yazmine wanted to see—my sexy dick, while taking in the image of her pulsating pussy at the same time. It was like watching my own little porno starring me and the woman I’d been fantasizing about for months. The only difference was this was interactive.
The more Yazmine moaned the more turned on I got. That one droplet of pre-cum that dribbled out the head of my dick quickly multiplied and became a palm-full of lubricant that I used to slowly stroke my shaft and rotate around my tip.
I was so fucking hard I could feel my heartbeat through my dick. If I were by myself I would have long succumb to ecstasy, but I wanted to make sure Yazmine got off. As much as I wanted to explode right there in my hand, I held on to my nut and talked Yazmine towards hers.
I told her all the things I would do if I was in that room with her rather than a dozen miles away on the other side of a computer screen.
I told her how…
…I’d devour her pussy and slurp up every drop of her.
…I’d lick her cum-soaked fingertips dry.
…I’d suck on her juicy breasts and nipples.
…I’d take my soft lips and press them against hers as I plunged my sexy dick deeper inside of her.
…I’ve spent many lonely nights jerking off to thoughts of her.
…I want her so badly and nothing would please me more than to see and hear her cum right now.
My words, coupled with the constant image of my hand stroking my swollen manhood on her screen, drove Yazmine wild. Her moans got more intense and her right leg began to quiver.
“Baby, are you cumming,” I asked.
“Yes,” she panted back.
“I wanna cum too. Can I cum, baby?”
“Yes, yes, you can cum. Oh, let me see you nut, boy. Let me see that sexy dick cum.”
Her wish was my command.
As soon as Yazmine got off, I let loose the most explosive nut of my life. We both watched the screen as a river of semen erupted from the head of my dick and rolled down my clenched fingers. As the euphoric sensation of my orgasm traveled through my body, I slowed down the stroke of my hand.
I was sensitive and didn’t want to move.
Shifting my gaze from my own sexy dick to the image box containing Yazmine’s fertile grounds, I saw that she too was frozen in place by afterglow. After what felt like a lifetime, she finally spoke.
“That was amazing.”
“Yeah, I guess you weren’t playing when you said you were horny.”
“Oh, I still am.”
“Word… You up for another round?”
“That’ll do for now,” she smiled. “But ain’t nothing like the real thing.”
Fin!
Have you ever had cyber sex? If so, how was it and whom did you do it with? Do you think that cyber sex can spice up a long distance relationship? Do you think something like that is sexy or lame? Why? Does masturbation actually make you more sexually frustrated or does it hit the spot for you when you have an itch that needs to be scratched? Would you be bold enough to initiate a cyber sex episode with someone you’ve never been intimate with in real life? After reading this would you consider using your web cam for more than just conversations?
Speak your piece…
. MAsturbation scrathes my itch when I need it to only because I onlly do it when he requests to see it or I just can’t take the pressure anymore…
“Computer Love (Have You Ever Had Cyber Sex?)”