She reluctantly pushed her chair back and away from the desk that held the laptop with the glowing screen covered by inspired characters that danced across it. It had been an incredibly long time since she had sat in front of the screen and produced so little; yet felt she felt inspired to do more. She had spent several hours earlier that day filling page after page of a new notebook with her rambling notes.

A connection was made, or so she thought…it wasn’t as if her judgement regarding such matters was particularly accurate. Especially when the last several “connections” had devolved into a string of requests for pictures of her naked bits or questions regarding what she wanted done TO her, as if she were little more than an object.

[Though, knowing that someone, somewhere wanted to see her naked so they could jerk themselves off to her tits…or ass…or mouth, made her wet. It made her want to watch, to hear what he sounded like as he stroked his cock and tugged his balls, as he imagined what he wanted to do with her. She wanted more, of course, she did, the trouble was finding that new someone.]

...This new connection was different though…he had sought her out. He had sent her a direct message, using his charming words to pique her interest. All without sending a picture of his cock or asking to see any of her bits (clothed or otherwise)...

She had been rejected before…he had loved her mind, her spirit, her personality…but not her body. Not her passion. He didn’t appreciate that she was willing and wanted to give herself over to him completely, yet he would not accept everything…

That was in the past…now though…she had started to feel those waves of heat flooding through her core, she could feel the blood rushing to her pussy’s lips, her clit stirring ever so slightly. This wasn’t exactly a new feeling, but one that had been absent for a long time. She was ensorcelled by someone else’s words…words she had dreamed of hearing or reading in relation to herself…and she was seeing them…on the screen before her eyes. It felt so natural to talk to him…so natural to want to please him.

Yet HE wanted to please her…even though the hour was obscenely late and he was exhausted, he wanted to wring pleasure from her, before he would sleep. He had said that he could give her what she needed, even if she didn’t know what that was. Was he right? She was more than curious, but hesitant. Giving someone her trust was difficult for her to do.

I seek an engaging, literate, non-feels adverse male pen friend to begin a new correspondence with. He must be able to connect on multiple levels simultaneously, switch code rapidly, and communicate clearly via the written word. Must be a gifted wordsmith with a voracious appetite for the current vernacular as well as a demonstrated propensity towards verbosity. The successful pen friend will be imaginative, show initiative and will not give up easily. Don't waste my time or pretend to be someone that you're not. I'm not looking for a role play, but for a pen pal or chat. shoot me a orange envelope and we'll see where we go....