Sex chat sample for girls
🙂 I: If you only want cute guys to see your face, then I am definitely out of the question. Send your photo to the above address, but nothing inappropriate please. I: bad joke, my real e-mail is —————————— Her: I actually like reading about serial killers I: Well, you are in luck then. I: I don’t mind if its not decent or even better – an indecent one! I: Send it to my e-mail at [email protected]: lol sounds like a CIA e-mail. Hey, I gotta run, but let’s have a real conversation later…. This is because you might have a logistically tight window to do the deed and don’t want to be messing around with that stuff and eating up the clock. I am wearing a white underwear with stockings ( a la Victoria’s secret) no.. Me: We are dancing, but really we are not thinking about dancing You have one arm on my shoulder. Fold them behind your back and push your face into the cushions Now I’m fucking you really fast and hard. So I’m an advocate of fucking the girl online first to speed the real f-close along all the faster when rubber hits the road. I have not yet fucked this girl and I won’t be in the same country as her for another few weeks. I think red will be better 😉 and what you are wearing? I have blue jeans, a tight “rock star” tshirt, nice watch So we’ve had some wine. We feel like the only two people in the world A song I like begins So suddenly I take your hands, pull you to your feet, and we dance a simple, amateurish dance Her: what song it that? The other is holding your wine glass behind my back Our whole bodies are touching. Me: me too If you touched me right now, in the cafe, you might notice something a little shocking : O Her: …really hope we will do everything you said… But we haven’t stopped our slow dance We don’t really notice the silence I look into your eyes, then take a sip of wine I take the glass out of your hand and put both glasses onto the table. I kiss your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulders good so far? You can’t think of anything You are totally lost on the sea of pleasure You are screaming my name now, and don’t even know you are doing it I slap you butt harder now, and each time you grunt You are moving your hips and butt, trying to match my motion trying to get me deeper inside you I reach my hand around to hold your face, and you start biting and sucking on my finger you feel like you are being invaded. A latter stage of Long Game is to get the girl crossing the sexual rubicon before she meets you for the date. We’ve already drunk one glass each There’s some soft jazz music in the background the lights are dim Tell me what you are wearing Her: continue… I am wearing a dress..(should I start form dress or from underwear? You want to know what I see It makes you feel closer to me. Then licking up and down the length You look up at me, to check I like it I do 😀 You take great care and pride in your work. I appreciate that You don’t need to think about what you are doing.
It is fun to savor the fear and suffering of a helpless victim for awhile, but eventually I want the pleasure of witnessing the complete psychological dependence of my slave on me.
My other hand is holding your hip, holding you firmly against the sofa so you can’t move It’s quite fast now. See yourself, how you look when you’re being fucked.
I can feel your heart agains me, beating faster (getting another coffee) Every time my mouth gets close to yours, you reach towards me, trying to steal a kiss I deny it for now….. Me: I surprise you I put my hand between your legs. 😉 Me: I put my hands on your hips, feeling your hip bone. You pull it in tight, tense, like I’m about to tickle you You feel like I am admiring your shape. Like a artist admiring a work of art You desperately want me inside you now You start reaching your hand behind yourself, trying to grab my cock I pull down your panties (in reality I always use a condom, but this is imagination so I won’t) I let you grab my cock for a short time. Feeling the hardness inside you Then I move faster, and harder Rough, but not painful I grab your hair and pull your head back. Trying to turn your head around to look at me You want to see your own body. So I pull your head up, give you a kiss, and lie you down on the sofa You are lying there, in total surrender I decide I want to see more of you.
It helps out if you accept that you need the humiliation and control I will dish out with a shovel, ready or not.
I'm sure my current and recent blackmail slaves could curl your hair with stories of the degradation I pushed them into.