The Dark Side Of Cybering
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
10,919
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
she found herself
Okay guys, I got more in me, even though so far I have gotten no feedback. I’ll give this one more chapter, then I quit unless someone happens to like it. Just this story, however. You ain’t getting rid of me that easy! I got lots more stories in me! If i get no reviews i give up. give me SOME feedback okay?????
Joan looked at the screen, and froze. Her hands could not remember how to type. Her mind was blank. This was no writer’s block. This was pure blown fascination. Inside of her things stirred that she did not even realize were there. This man, no no no, this series of sentences on the computer screen had her in a place she had never gone, and she found herself falling right in. Into a cesspool of perverts that got their jollies from typing dirty words to one another on the internet.
MasterD1989: You know you want to be used like a dirty slut. To be taken to new heights of ecstasy. To have me touching you in the places that you only dream of being touched. Let me be the one who takes you there. Let me reach that inner whore that is inside of all women. The need to be taken by force and made to do all the nasty things you would never do if asked in a sweet way.
JoanG126781: This isn’t real. It’s all just fantasies.
MasterD1989: What is life but a series of fantasies that we crave to make real.
JoanG126781: I’m really not like this. I have no fantasies.
MasterD1989: You are a writer. Your life is built around fantasy. You just have yet to explore the deepest, and darkest of them. I can bring them out. I can make you see your true self. Let me make you feel the inner working of your sexual being. You may stop at any time. I am not one to make a woman see what she refuses to see, but I see in you the potential to find a part of you that you have been suppressing for a very long time. Find it, with me, and embrace it. Then, and only then may your true self be revieled.
Her hand shook as she tried to reply. Her mind reeling. She did not wish to be some sort of slut! Then, she thought back. To all those nights…..alone…..where she felt the heat in her body, through the inner most parts of her. How she longed to be touched. To be loved in the most sinister of ways. He knew this. How??
Her hand typed while not connected to her good sense.
JoanG126781: What must I do?
MasterD1989: Close your eyes and see it. See the way I would take you by the hair and throw you down on the floor. The way I would call you dirty names and force my cock into you. Make you feel so low, yet so high. Open you to me. Make you my own property. You have no choice but to give in to me.
JoanG126781: I can’t see it.
MasterD1989: You will.
After their conversation Joan got off the internet. She closed her computer and went into her bedroom. She looked down at the pink comforter, the stuffed animals, the college student approved artwork on the walls, and suddenly felt as if she did not know herself. In the course of one afternoon her world had changed. Now she felt stirrings, needs, that she had not known she could be associated with. She was a college graduate! She had a Master’s degree! This sort of thing was for the deviates that had nothing in their lives but welfare and light beer! Not her!
Oh it was all too much to bear. She did her evening ritual. Brushing her teeth a full 4 minutes. Washing the dirt from her face. No make-up to wash off. Donning her pajamas. Taking to her overly stuffed bed, to her three perfect pillows. Forgetting the over-the-counter sleeping pills she sometimes took to quiet the voices of her characters that never seemed to sleep. She lay in her juvenile bedroom looking up at the ceiling, thinking on the things that MasterD had told her. She felt so aroused. Her vagina was so wet, she felt like she had urinated on herself.
Her hand went down to it, her face so red it could be compared to her cherry red Camero. She began to touch herself. She had masterbated only a few times, and had felt so dirty for it. Now, however, she felt the urgency. The wanting for her sexual self to be satisfied. Her hand roamed!!!! It touched her clit, rubbing in small hard circles. Her other hand clutching at her breast. Her head was thrown back on her overstuffed pillow her eyes rolling back as she thought about MasterD taking her and using her, FUCKING her like she soo needed. Her breath short and fast. Her pussy got more wet by the minute, her fingers pushing farther into herself. Writhing on her child bed, the twin bed in then large bedroom. Her perfect dorm room, one all to herself.
Her first orgasm came as a shock and a thrill. Her fingers were pushed so far inside herself, her eyes glossing over. Noises came from her mouth that she did not realize were her own. The barrier between this world and the next were close. She felt as if she would die and live and the same moment. She wanted MasterD. Wanted him more that she wanted breath.
After a fitful night’s sleep, Joan awoke refreshed, embarrassed and hot.
Joan looked at the screen, and froze. Her hands could not remember how to type. Her mind was blank. This was no writer’s block. This was pure blown fascination. Inside of her things stirred that she did not even realize were there. This man, no no no, this series of sentences on the computer screen had her in a place she had never gone, and she found herself falling right in. Into a cesspool of perverts that got their jollies from typing dirty words to one another on the internet.
MasterD1989: You know you want to be used like a dirty slut. To be taken to new heights of ecstasy. To have me touching you in the places that you only dream of being touched. Let me be the one who takes you there. Let me reach that inner whore that is inside of all women. The need to be taken by force and made to do all the nasty things you would never do if asked in a sweet way.
JoanG126781: This isn’t real. It’s all just fantasies.
MasterD1989: What is life but a series of fantasies that we crave to make real.
JoanG126781: I’m really not like this. I have no fantasies.
MasterD1989: You are a writer. Your life is built around fantasy. You just have yet to explore the deepest, and darkest of them. I can bring them out. I can make you see your true self. Let me make you feel the inner working of your sexual being. You may stop at any time. I am not one to make a woman see what she refuses to see, but I see in you the potential to find a part of you that you have been suppressing for a very long time. Find it, with me, and embrace it. Then, and only then may your true self be revieled.
Her hand shook as she tried to reply. Her mind reeling. She did not wish to be some sort of slut! Then, she thought back. To all those nights…..alone…..where she felt the heat in her body, through the inner most parts of her. How she longed to be touched. To be loved in the most sinister of ways. He knew this. How??
Her hand typed while not connected to her good sense.
JoanG126781: What must I do?
MasterD1989: Close your eyes and see it. See the way I would take you by the hair and throw you down on the floor. The way I would call you dirty names and force my cock into you. Make you feel so low, yet so high. Open you to me. Make you my own property. You have no choice but to give in to me.
JoanG126781: I can’t see it.
MasterD1989: You will.
After their conversation Joan got off the internet. She closed her computer and went into her bedroom. She looked down at the pink comforter, the stuffed animals, the college student approved artwork on the walls, and suddenly felt as if she did not know herself. In the course of one afternoon her world had changed. Now she felt stirrings, needs, that she had not known she could be associated with. She was a college graduate! She had a Master’s degree! This sort of thing was for the deviates that had nothing in their lives but welfare and light beer! Not her!
Oh it was all too much to bear. She did her evening ritual. Brushing her teeth a full 4 minutes. Washing the dirt from her face. No make-up to wash off. Donning her pajamas. Taking to her overly stuffed bed, to her three perfect pillows. Forgetting the over-the-counter sleeping pills she sometimes took to quiet the voices of her characters that never seemed to sleep. She lay in her juvenile bedroom looking up at the ceiling, thinking on the things that MasterD had told her. She felt so aroused. Her vagina was so wet, she felt like she had urinated on herself.
Her hand went down to it, her face so red it could be compared to her cherry red Camero. She began to touch herself. She had masterbated only a few times, and had felt so dirty for it. Now, however, she felt the urgency. The wanting for her sexual self to be satisfied. Her hand roamed!!!! It touched her clit, rubbing in small hard circles. Her other hand clutching at her breast. Her head was thrown back on her overstuffed pillow her eyes rolling back as she thought about MasterD taking her and using her, FUCKING her like she soo needed. Her breath short and fast. Her pussy got more wet by the minute, her fingers pushing farther into herself. Writhing on her child bed, the twin bed in then large bedroom. Her perfect dorm room, one all to herself.
Her first orgasm came as a shock and a thrill. Her fingers were pushed so far inside herself, her eyes glossing over. Noises came from her mouth that she did not realize were her own. The barrier between this world and the next were close. She felt as if she would die and live and the same moment. She wanted MasterD. Wanted him more that she wanted breath.
After a fitful night’s sleep, Joan awoke refreshed, embarrassed and hot.