hounddog905
02-22-2015, 02:10 PM
****************WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME EXPLICIT SEXUAL IMAGERY AND MAY OFFEND SOME WHO READ IT.***************
At last, the midnight hour had arrived.
From his small, makeshift basement office, Elwin listened attentively as the giant mahogany Bulova on the main floor above chimed twelve times to announce its arrival.
The house was now quiet. Cora had gone upstairs to bed at around ten and the kids had been safely tucked into bed for hours. Even so, he was not convinced of his absolute privacy. With the quick movements of a chipmunk, he poked his skinny, bald head out the doorway of his basement sanctuary, then pulled it back in when assured all was still.
This was Elwin’s magic hour. An escape hatch to a world of fantasy and intimacy. His refuge from the mundane and the familiar.
Perched on his chair in front of the computer, the darkness of the room all around him, he peered into the monitor, its harsh white light bleached out his already his pale, pimple-ridden face.
He double-clicked the tiny icon on his desktop. With eager anticipation, he logged into the C.H.A.T. Network. He waited a few seconds for the network to load and a wave of excitement surged through his veins. And then - there she was - just like the night before, and the night before that. Her screen name aglow like a magnificent diamond
ur_dream_girl:
Without hesitation, Elwin sent her a message.
hotsexyguy: Hello my dear, are you alone?
There was a pause, Elwin anxiously waited her response. Then just as he had hoped, a message window popped up on his screen.
ur_dream_girl: Yes, I am. How is my hotsexyguy tonight?
He read her reply. His heart fluttered and a lustful grin radiated across his face, a validation of his virtual sexual prowess. He typed another message in the chat box window and clicked the “send” button.
hotsexyguy: My dear, I am good and so happy to see you again tonight. I’ve been thinking about you all day.
Elwin meant every word of it. No woman had ever made him feel this way before, not even his wife. Then again, Cora was the only woman he had ever been physically intimate with, so his basis for comparison was limited.
Sure, there were many other ladies he cavorted with on C.H.A.T. The truth was no one, absolutely no one, could compare to ur_dream_girl.
She messaged him back.
ur-dream-girl: Oh Al, I’ve been thinking about you too. The past few evenings… I just luv the things you do to me…the things you say…mmmmm. Your words…OMG …yes…Al….your words make me sooo hot.
His heart began to race as he read and re-read her sexually charged message, savoring each word over and over again. Elwin messaged back.
hotsexyguy: Which part did you like the best, my dear? The part of me running my tongue all over your hot little body? I love to please you, my dear...
ur_dream_girl: Mmmmm…Al...I want you so bad, I want to feel your hard body against my flesh.
Elwin was wound up like steel spring. Like an electrical current passing through his body, his sexual excitement surged. But this wasn’t enough. Elwin wanted more. As the tension built within him, he had to ask her, he just couldn’t resist. Timing was everything and he was convinced the time was right now.
Choosing his words carefully he typed his next message.
hotsexyguy: My dear, I’ve been thinking about us. We’ve known each other for some weeks now and I think we should meet in person. I need you, my love. I want to please you in real life.
He clicked the “send” button and the message went through, then with sudden regret he wished he hadn’t been so impulsive. He began to think, what if we she does accept my invitation to meet her? What if she’s not attracted to me? What if she finds me too short - too ugly?
Elwin waited nervously for her response. A moment later, her message popped up on his screen.
ur_dream_girl: Al, you want to meet me? I’d love to meet you too. But, what about your wife? What would she say if she found out?
Thinking of his wife was the furthest thing from his mind. Why did she have to raise the thought and spoil the mood? He was determined to set her straight.
hotsexyguy: My dear, I’ve already told you, Forget my wife. I don’t love her anymore. It’s you I want, Only YOU!
Then it suddenly occurred to him - who was the “YOU”” he chatted with these past few weeks? What was her name? Had she told him? Had he been so
short sighted as to not have asked her? He decided to resolve this in his next message.
hotsexyguy: By the way, my dear, you’ve never told me your real name.
If we’re going to meet, I need to know your name.
His message sent, he waited for her reply. There was a pause, a long pause. Elwin continued to wait but his impatience grew feverishly. He messaged her again.
hotsexyguy: My dear, your name? U still there?
Still, no reply came from the lady at the other end of cyberspace. Something was wrong, very, very wrong indeed. He considered the possibilities. Perhaps her husband had walked in the room? Or maybe her computer froze and she had to reboot? Or..perhaps….
Then like a bolt out of the blue, her message appeared. Big bold words filled the message box like lurid newspaper headlines.
ur_dream_girl: MY NAME IS CORA…YOUR WIFE… IN THE UPSTAIRS BEDROOM ON THE LAPTOP.…ELWIN, GET THE HELL OFF THAT DAMN MACHINE AND GET YOUR BUTT UPSTAIRS TO BED.
Elwin’s secret fantasy world came crashing down like a house of cards. He was completely stunned. In a state of mental numbness, his face drained of blood, his libido went limp. He logged out of C.H.A.T. shut down the computer and scurried upstairs to bed.
At last, the midnight hour had arrived.
From his small, makeshift basement office, Elwin listened attentively as the giant mahogany Bulova on the main floor above chimed twelve times to announce its arrival.
The house was now quiet. Cora had gone upstairs to bed at around ten and the kids had been safely tucked into bed for hours. Even so, he was not convinced of his absolute privacy. With the quick movements of a chipmunk, he poked his skinny, bald head out the doorway of his basement sanctuary, then pulled it back in when assured all was still.
This was Elwin’s magic hour. An escape hatch to a world of fantasy and intimacy. His refuge from the mundane and the familiar.
Perched on his chair in front of the computer, the darkness of the room all around him, he peered into the monitor, its harsh white light bleached out his already his pale, pimple-ridden face.
He double-clicked the tiny icon on his desktop. With eager anticipation, he logged into the C.H.A.T. Network. He waited a few seconds for the network to load and a wave of excitement surged through his veins. And then - there she was - just like the night before, and the night before that. Her screen name aglow like a magnificent diamond
ur_dream_girl:
Without hesitation, Elwin sent her a message.
hotsexyguy: Hello my dear, are you alone?
There was a pause, Elwin anxiously waited her response. Then just as he had hoped, a message window popped up on his screen.
ur_dream_girl: Yes, I am. How is my hotsexyguy tonight?
He read her reply. His heart fluttered and a lustful grin radiated across his face, a validation of his virtual sexual prowess. He typed another message in the chat box window and clicked the “send” button.
hotsexyguy: My dear, I am good and so happy to see you again tonight. I’ve been thinking about you all day.
Elwin meant every word of it. No woman had ever made him feel this way before, not even his wife. Then again, Cora was the only woman he had ever been physically intimate with, so his basis for comparison was limited.
Sure, there were many other ladies he cavorted with on C.H.A.T. The truth was no one, absolutely no one, could compare to ur_dream_girl.
She messaged him back.
ur-dream-girl: Oh Al, I’ve been thinking about you too. The past few evenings… I just luv the things you do to me…the things you say…mmmmm. Your words…OMG …yes…Al….your words make me sooo hot.
His heart began to race as he read and re-read her sexually charged message, savoring each word over and over again. Elwin messaged back.
hotsexyguy: Which part did you like the best, my dear? The part of me running my tongue all over your hot little body? I love to please you, my dear...
ur_dream_girl: Mmmmm…Al...I want you so bad, I want to feel your hard body against my flesh.
Elwin was wound up like steel spring. Like an electrical current passing through his body, his sexual excitement surged. But this wasn’t enough. Elwin wanted more. As the tension built within him, he had to ask her, he just couldn’t resist. Timing was everything and he was convinced the time was right now.
Choosing his words carefully he typed his next message.
hotsexyguy: My dear, I’ve been thinking about us. We’ve known each other for some weeks now and I think we should meet in person. I need you, my love. I want to please you in real life.
He clicked the “send” button and the message went through, then with sudden regret he wished he hadn’t been so impulsive. He began to think, what if we she does accept my invitation to meet her? What if she’s not attracted to me? What if she finds me too short - too ugly?
Elwin waited nervously for her response. A moment later, her message popped up on his screen.
ur_dream_girl: Al, you want to meet me? I’d love to meet you too. But, what about your wife? What would she say if she found out?
Thinking of his wife was the furthest thing from his mind. Why did she have to raise the thought and spoil the mood? He was determined to set her straight.
hotsexyguy: My dear, I’ve already told you, Forget my wife. I don’t love her anymore. It’s you I want, Only YOU!
Then it suddenly occurred to him - who was the “YOU”” he chatted with these past few weeks? What was her name? Had she told him? Had he been so
short sighted as to not have asked her? He decided to resolve this in his next message.
hotsexyguy: By the way, my dear, you’ve never told me your real name.
If we’re going to meet, I need to know your name.
His message sent, he waited for her reply. There was a pause, a long pause. Elwin continued to wait but his impatience grew feverishly. He messaged her again.
hotsexyguy: My dear, your name? U still there?
Still, no reply came from the lady at the other end of cyberspace. Something was wrong, very, very wrong indeed. He considered the possibilities. Perhaps her husband had walked in the room? Or maybe her computer froze and she had to reboot? Or..perhaps….
Then like a bolt out of the blue, her message appeared. Big bold words filled the message box like lurid newspaper headlines.
ur_dream_girl: MY NAME IS CORA…YOUR WIFE… IN THE UPSTAIRS BEDROOM ON THE LAPTOP.…ELWIN, GET THE HELL OFF THAT DAMN MACHINE AND GET YOUR BUTT UPSTAIRS TO BED.
Elwin’s secret fantasy world came crashing down like a house of cards. He was completely stunned. In a state of mental numbness, his face drained of blood, his libido went limp. He logged out of C.H.A.T. shut down the computer and scurried upstairs to bed.