But @LuvPounder?
How can a faceless man in black leather pants and a long-sleeved black shirt be the most erotic sight to me and a million others?
We know why. It’s not just for his shocking size, though he’s famous for it. It’s for the intimate, dirty way he talks to us, telling us what to do before he comes for us. He makes it so lewd, it’s erotic, almost loving.
So, tonight, I close my blinds. I lie on my bed, wearing a white tank top and pajama shorts. We can’t see each other. Our hot host disables guests’ cameras and microphones. Our usernames conceal our identities too.
But we sure expose ourselves in the chat.
It’s X-rated.
With my laptop beside me, this is the closest a man has been to me in bed. Even Michael, my first, didn’t spend the night. He didn’t want to be caught by my dad, and I didn’t want him to stay. Neither did he.
But tonight, I have all the time in the world.
Usually, @LuvPounder indulges himself for an hour. His stamina is only matched by his trademark: how much he comes. I have no basis of comparison, but his other fans say it’s the hottest thing they’ve seen. Most men can’t come that hard, that much.
But for me… it’s how he makes me feel seen. It’s like he’s talking to me. He sees me. He makes it sound like I’m the only one he wants while he makes me come, several times, before he’s coming for me too.
He’s kept me company for years.
He’s made me feel beautiful and desired.
He’s been my only date, though we’ve never met.
I’m painfully aware I pay a small monthly fee to be with him, but he says he donates the money to charity. So I don’t let the truth take root.
It’s too sad if it does.
Besides, given all the bullshit I’ve heard from men in real life, I’ve preferred my safe, virtual sex life with @LuvPounder.
Until tonight…
For the first time, as his window shows him starting our “date,” I feel shame. I feel guilt.
I want to see what can happen with Loch in real life. It feels like we could be something special. I have no experience. Just hope. Lots of hope. Is that wise or naive? I don’t know.
But I have a commitment to L.That’s what I call him in the chat. I worry that if I don’t show up, I’ll hurt L’s feelings.
I worry I actually believe that, but I don’t care once his image floods my screen. His lighting only showcases his leather-bound crotch, zipped into tight black pants.
It’s his unzipping we crave.
And,oh my god, he’s already hard for us. It’s obvious, and it’s new.
“How is everyone tonight?” He uses a microphone with a modulator, disguising his already-deep voice.
We greet him in the chat. It’s a dozen of us, his loyal orgy of exclusive fans.
DirtTGirl
Feeling guilty. Feeling shy
For some reason, I’m always honest with him. For some reason, I don’t know if I can do this anymore.
I keep thinking about Loch while it takes @LuvPounder a moment to see my post in the chat.
“Aw, my DirtTGirl,” he soothes, “you don’t need to be shy with me. You’re beautiful, remember? Come on; show me. Lift your white tank top, the one you told me you wear for me, and play with your nipples. Tug on them gently, then spread your sexy legs for me.” Suddenly, my breath changes. Iobey while he tells another, “You too, HarrySmiles. Pinch your nipples for your daddy.”
