The Doc
Otto wrote lots of helpful comments revealing the kinds of things he liked. I invited him to make changes and additions. I told him to feel free to go wherever his desires led. He kept within the framework of my initial ideas for quite a while. It was exciting. I tried to help him along. I watched carefully for signs of his sissy side to emerge and when it did I gave Lacy characteristics that befit Luke's needs. At first it was easy to differentiate between Luke and Lacy, and Otto and me, but I found myself getting them confused. Every time Luke slipped between Lacy's legs, I began superimposing Otto between mine.
We began off-shoots exploring our respective fantasies. Little side stories that played like sexual episodes, the way when you are with a real lover, one makes a concession to please the other. Or one night you do what he wants, the next what she wants. Our stories became in a strange way more satisfying than physical sex. It was all in my mind, and I only presumed his mind as well.
We began Whatsapping and FB messaging as a way of contact. I would message him just to check and see what he was writing, what he was doing, and he would write me to tell me some new idea he'd had for a story or to ask me what I thought about this or that. It was a secret inquisition of sorts. Everything we discussed was under the guise and in terms of Luke and Lacy, but our responses to each other reflected our own wants, needs, and desires.
If I told him Lacy wanted more intimacy and sharing, it was really my desire. If he said he wanted to Luke to play a more submissive role, it was him telling me his desire to be submissive.
We'd meet on the Doc at times, I began just opening it at random times just to see if he was on. He'd write comments on texts that he would masturbate to and parts that inspired ejaculation and this helped guide my writing. Sometimes, not often we'd be on simultaneously and our comments would feel like actual sex. His words touching me like a lover's lips and fingertips.
i could tell when he was getting turned on because his writing would get increasingly overt and over-the-top that it would make me lol. He had a sense of humor in his writing that made it ok.
After a while I wanted more. I would masturbate to our stories but it was the act of writing itself and exposing myself to him that turned me on the most. Knowing he was reading my thoughts and ideas and getting turned on was the thrill. I wanted more. I wanted to show him more. I wanted to know more of him. I would write late into the night. My husband sleeping or away at work, the house dark and silent. If my boys or husband was home I'd write in my office in my pajamas and slippers so as not to garner any suspicions from my husband, but when I had the house to myself, I would wear panties and a chemise, sip wine and really indulge.
I would rest my majic wand between my legs on its lowest setting and write until I couldn't think straight. I'd shut down my laptop and spread myself out on the bed and strip down completely naked and tease myself. These nights were so rare, and few-and-far-between that when they did come I relished in it. I would drain a whole bottle of Chard and rub myself with my magic wand. I'd open my legs wide and moan quietly holding my wand steadily against my smooth bare pussy until my toes curled, my breath shortened, and my mouth dried up with lust.
One night, while the boys were at my mom's and my husband was away for work, I recorded myself reading a story. It wasn't one of ours, but one I'd found on Literotica. I recorded several times before I was satisfied with how I sounded. It was embarassing. I really did play with myself while reading it and I really wanted to orgasm for him so he could hear me, that was "the more" I was looking for, but when the time came I couldn't orgasm. I was aroused that is for sure, but I had a block. I recorded my best "casual" orgasm that I could and sent it to him before I even listened to it. I knew if I listened I wouldn't send it. I also knew that the thrill of sending it would be the thing I needed to orgasm completely.
I sent it with a very short note...
"Hope you like it :-)"
Then I listened to it and read the story again while using my magic wand. I listened with a close ear for moments I thought were randy. I listened for my secret "whore" and "slut" and when I heard her moaning and sighing I moaned and sighed. It was so arousing this way. I was both myself and Otto. I imagined him stroking his cock as he listened to my heavy breathing and moaning. I imagined how he would force himself to slow down or how he would speed up as he neared climax. I imagined what he would be thinking about. I pictured his face and his eyes when he heard me orgasming for him. That's what really ended up putting me over the top. The end of the recording. I'd listened a half-dozen times and the last one with me moaning like a little slut and imagining Otto ejaculating all over his chest and face, I had my real orgasm.
A@##,
You little minx! I am going to cum so good from this. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much.
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Assignments
I felt awkward after sending him the recording. I needed to get over my anxiety and I suggested we skype. Just to talk. It was a Saturday morning for him and late Friday for me. I was in my office and the boys and my husband were home, but asleep. It was just a call with a friend so I wasn't worried about anything. We talked. We caught up. We laughed. Nothing was unusual. It was just as we'd left off before he moved to Berlin.
