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She stared at the image on her phone, it was amazing. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen anything so.... was beautiful an appropriate word? Yes she thought, it was beautiful.

She remembered back to the first message she'd had when they *met* on a forum. He was so sweet and polite and his compliments were so respectful yet they thrilled her in a way she couldn't put her finger on.
A lot of the guys were very full on and she was OK with that, she loved them all. Every one of them. They were a great bunch just looking for laugh and some harmless fun. Messages were always flying between them all in a crazy mashed up way, and she loved the way people randomly popped up with a naughty suggestion.

But this... this caused a feeling in the pit of her stomach, just looking upon it. She revisited some of the messages in her head. So pleasant and so inoffensive she'd already decided he was a nice guy, just because he wasn't so full on as some didn't mean that he was not as interesting, if anything it created an air of mystery around him, there was so little she knew. And then they had started messaging a little more and he'd been a little more forthcoming and bit cheekier with the flirting. She already thought he was sexy but his messages caused actual physical reactions in her. She felt turned on, she would close her eyes after reading the latest message and in her head replay the things he said and would feel that burning heat real low down and spreading out sending colour to her cheeks and putting a smile on her lips.
And this picture that had arrived had caused her eyes to pop, they say it's the quiet ones you have to watch. They're right. Who knew this unassuming man was packing that, she smirked as she looked at it for really, quite some time..

She suddenly became aware that she was feeling a little *hot* Looking at it had caused a rush of blood that she was not expecting from a simple picture.

She put the picture in head along with the hot messages and before she knew it she was as turned on as if he was with her, gently breathing and sighing into her ear, running his hands over her shoulders and caressing the sensitive areas of her neck, she shivered, actually shivered.

She ran her hand over her nipples and stroked and teased them, replacing in her mind her hands with his and very quickly they were hard and tingling and she let out a sigh of pleasure, then picturing his tongue and his lips performing the soft and sweet movements she was making herself. She was wet, very wet. She knew without checking, she could feel the desire spreading between her legs.
Moving her hand very slowly across her soft full curves and over the top of her leg she stroked the very top of the inside of her thigh, almost there, almost.... She imagined now that her hands were his mouth and his fingers, very slowly moving over her hard and slippery wet clitoris, she moaned and she could easily come and come fast. She stopped and took a breath to recover and reached down for her favourite toy, not even turning it on, she wouldn't need to. She took her time moving her hips and writhing under the feeling of her own hand and her toy but feeling him and imagining him all the time until the pressure built and she thought she might explode if she didn't give in to it and let go. She gave in and wave after wave hit her picturing him cumming with her and in her. Her ability to orgasm for a long time going into overdrive... finally the last wave hit her and she let out a loud moan releasing all the tension.

She picked up the phone, looked at the picture again and hoped that he would soon send more. She sent a quick message telling him how hot it was and that she was sorry for the late reply but circumstances had prevented her messaging straight back. She smiled broadly and got on with her day.

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She stared at the image on her phone, it was amazing. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen anything so.... was beautiful an appropriate word? Yes she thought, it was beautiful.

She remembered back to the first message she'd had when they *met* on a forum. He was so sweet and polite and his compliments were so respectful yet they thrilled her in a way she couldn't put her finger on.
A lot of the guys were very full on and she was OK with that, she loved them all. Every one of them. They were a great bunch just looking for laugh and some harmless fun. Messages were always flying between them all in a crazy mashed up way, and she loved the way people randomly popped up with a naughty suggestion.

But this... this caused a feeling in the pit of her stomach, just looking upon it. She revisited some of the messages in her head. So pleasant and so inoffensive she'd already decided he was a nice guy, just because he wasn't so full on as some didn't mean that he was not as interesting, if anything it created an air of mystery around him, there was so little she knew. And then they had started messaging a little more and he'd been a little more forthcoming and bit cheekier with the flirting. She already thought he was sexy but his messages caused actual physical reactions in her. She felt turned on, she would close her eyes after reading the latest message and in her head replay the things he said and would feel that burning heat real low down and spreading out sending colour to her cheeks and putting a smile on her lips.
And this picture that had arrived had caused her eyes to pop, they say it's the quiet ones you have to watch. They're right. Who knew this unassuming man was packing that, she smirked as she looked at it for really, quite some time..

She suddenly became aware that she was feeling a little *hot* Looking at it had caused a rush of blood that she was not expecting from a simple picture.

She put the picture in head along with the hot messages and before she knew it she was as turned on as if he was with her, gently breathing and sighing into her ear, running his hands over her shoulders and caressing the sensitive areas of her neck, she shivered, actually shivered.

She ran her hand over her nipples and stroked and teased them, replacing in her mind her hands with his and very quickly they were hard and tingling and she let out a sigh of pleasure, then picturing his tongue and his lips performing the soft and sweet movements she was making herself. She was wet, very wet. She knew without checking, she could feel the desire spreading between her legs.
Moving her hand very slowly across her soft full curves and over the top of her leg she stroked the very top of the inside of her thigh, almost there, almost.... She imagined now that her hands were his mouth and his fingers, very slowly moving over her hard and slippery wet clitoris, she moaned and she could easily come and come fast. She stopped and took a breath to recover and reached down for her favourite toy, not even turning it on, she wouldn't need to. She took her time moving her hips and writhing under the feeling of her own hand and her toy but feeling him and imagining him all the time until the pressure built and she thought she might explode if she didn't give in to it and let go. She gave in and wave after wave hit her picturing him cumming with her and in her. Her ability to orgasm for a long time going into overdrive... finally the last wave hit her and she let out a loud moan releasing all the tension.

She picked up the phone, looked at the picture again and hoped that he would soon send more. She sent a quick message telling him how hot it was and that she was sorry for the late reply but circumstances had prevented her messaging straight back. She smiled broadly and got on with her day.