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23 Mart 2023, 13:12
We?ve never met. At least not in person. She is just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to her. A few exchanged messages online. That?s what we share. And perhaps she knows more about me than I do about her, since she?s read some of my stories posted online. She knows a bit of what I look like, at least from the waist down, and she knows my age and where I live. Her? I know where she lives and how old she is, but I have no idea what she looks like. I don?t even know if she?s married, single, divorced, polygamous ? well, you get the drift. Oh sure, she?s described herself in her profile, but there are lots of women who fit her general physical description, some of whom I work with and see every day. She described herself a certain way, though, in her profile, that made me curious. I?m so used to seeing pictures and reading descriptions online of women who can?t possibly exist in real life. I?m so used to the pneumatic breasts that defy gravity, and the pussies that are always cleanly shaved, always tight and always wet, the smooth and flawless complexions and the drop-dead gorgeous faces. And then someone comes along and sees herself with objectivity and honesty, and maybe even if they are drop-dead gorgeous, they won?t admit it (especially not to herself), and she calls herself plain. Ordinary. Average. That just blew me away. I always saw myself the same way, I guess. No six-pack abs, not over six feet tall, no daily workouts at the gym with muscles glistening from the sweat. Who has time for that? If I have five minutes left to breathe after working each day, I use those five mamak escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/mamak-escort/) minutes to be a father. Not a superman, not even a hunk, but just someone?s daddy. So no matter how many women tell me how attractive I am to them, I still see myself as ordinary. Average. And then she came along. I kind of wish she would post at least one photo of herself, so I can judge for myself, but then I tell myself that it really doesn?t matter what she looks like. The attractive thing about her are the words she posts for everyone to see, and the words she writes to me in private. The words which encourage me. Like now, as I sit alone at a computer, my door locked on a weekend at my office, and as I have pulled off my jeans, sitting only in a pair of Jockey briefs. I sit looking at her profile, at her avatar, and read her words over and over again, trying to imagine who this mysterious but ordinary woman could be. She makes me hard. Just the thought of her makes my cock hard. I center her profile page on my computer screen, and I use both hands to slide my briefs off as I stand up from my chair. My cock springs up from out of my briefs as they drop, and I stand there momentarily with my cock standing straight up toward the ceiling. I am so very hard and now I am so very horny thinking about this woman. No, it?s not like that between us. Just some messages exchanged and that?s it. She?s never said anything to me, nor I to her, about taking anything to the next level. For one thing, we live thousands of miles apart ? what level could there be?. And I don?t even know if that ofise gelen escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/ofise-gelen-escort/) kind of thing interests her. But she makes me curious and that is just so arousing. I look at my computer screen, and see the webcam clipped to the top of my monitor. I haven?t used it in about three years, since I tried setting up a videoconference for business with someone in Romania. I wonder if she would be curious to see just what her words do to me. I click a few settings on the computer with my mouse, and a picture appears on screen. It is me. A clear shot of me sitting down at my desk. I stand and all of a sudden, my cock fills the screen. Not the best webcam, and the picture is a bit jerky and unsteady, but that?s clearly my cock on screen. I wonder. I click to start recording and I continue to stand with my cock at the centre of the action, and I start to stroke myself for the camera. Slowly and alternating between my two hands. Sliding my fist from the base of my cock to the tip, followed by the other hand doing the same. Then I try the other direction, stroking my erection as the camera captures all of the action. No pre-cum yet. Not like in all those stories I read about it dripping in pints (or litres) and glistening and lubricating a gargantuan shaft. No. Not my cock. Average. Six inches I believe, although I haven?t measured it since high school. And not a drop of pre-cum yet. Just my hands stroking the length of my average but, I will admit, very hard cock, as I capture each move on the computer screen. I don?t have any lube in my office. 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I change my method, and start to jack myself off with just one hand. My right hand. I form a fist around my cock and begin to hold it tighter ? the hand cream has more or less been absorbed into my skin and the movements are no longer slick and gliding. I hold my cock tighter and jack it back and forth with my right hand, and as I do this, I look at the image on the monitor and see how my cock?s head is accentuated at the end of each outward stroke, and how with each downward stroke back to my body, it seems to make my cock look longer. I am a bit unsteady on my feet as I masturbate for the camera, feeling not just the arousal of a stiff hard-on, but also the arousal of an orgasm beginning to form within me. I always wonder about those stories that talk about feeling a stirring in the balls, or even feeling one?s balls erupting when they cum. That isn?t what I am feeling. I just feel so damn horny, and it feels good. I?ve never analyzed it further to the point where I can feel my load come from my balls and out my cock.