Earlier this year, I wrote a series of sex stories called "Game Camp", about two people that want each other very badly getting together every day for a week to "play board games and get to know each other". Hijinks ensue.

This is just the prologue. I will post the other parts soon.

Game Camp: Prologue

I’d spent my entire lifetime wanting. Aching and yearning for even a fleeting taste of the kind of raw intimacy that I’d always craved but was starting to suspect couldn’t possibly be real.

Anyone can just fuck someone else, get off, and call it “intimacy”. 

For me, none of it meant anything…none of it even satisfied…if it didn’t come with a level of raw emotionality, connection, trust and understanding that would scare the hell out of the vast majority of people. It wasn’t enough to fuck someone. I wanted to get so deeply in each other’s heads that we merged. I wanted to lose control together in a way that felt as if our very lives depended on it. To look into someone’s eyes, utterly spent, shaking, exhausted, but knowing they had been as vulnerable as me.

It had been so tantalizingly close to happening, but never fully realized. I felt cursed, and would withdraw into myself, drowning in my own expansive inner world of what passed for sexual fulfillment, trying to build up the strength to eventually trust someone else enough to risk bringing them in on it.

Until her. She got me there in a week.

Taking a deep, wistful breath, I hazily stared up at the ceiling and shut my eyes.

She’s in my head again.

I laughed a bit.

When is she not in my head? It’s like she reads my thoughts, rides my emotions, figures out my deepest longings, and becomes hell-bent on fulfilling them.

There was a sharp, sudden twinge at the base of my cock, my mind racing as I looked through her photos again, imagining her gentle, inviting curves in front of me. I loved that feeling.

That moment where you know beyond all doubt that the next orgasm is going to be mind-blowing.

It wasn’t just her body. It wasn’t just her mind, or her emotionality or empathy or the way she obviously cared for me. It was the fact that, with her, all of it came at me at once in a glorious flood of desire, pleasure, and fulfillment. Until a week ago, I had no idea it was possible to want someone this badly.

I couldn’t help but gently rest the palm of my left hand over the crotch of my pants, sighing deeply when the tip of my shaft responded, twitching. The dull ache of latent pleasure had been there all week. It didn’t matter what else was going on, how much pain I was in otherwise, or where I was. That relentless, throbbing ache was always there, taunting me, begging me to just let it run wild. It was nearly impossible to resist it.

The woman in the photos had suddenly come into my life in the most unexpected of ways. A hazy, but fantastically erotic dream made suddenly real. Fully-formed from an explosive burst of depraved, shared utter randomness on an otherwise sad and lonely winter night.

It was if the universe had finally decided, on a whim, to say “Fuck it, here you go!” and just indulge my deepest, basest desires. Suddenly she was right there. Staring into my eyes, feeding off of my desire and giving it all back with an intensity I’d never seen before. Whimpering, moaning, panting in my ear, begging me to cum for her for a fifth time as the world around us slept, wholly unaware. I had eagerly complied. I’d have done anything she wanted, and I still would.

Every last detail of it had become etched upon my memory, primed both for my insatiable urge to recall it, and for my filthy, depraved mind to imagine endless variations and new fantasies to play out with her.

I moaned quietly, getting lost in the memories again.

The quiet hum of her vibrator, first on her throbbing clit, and then slid deep inside her smooth, warm, wet little pussy. 

Mmm. So fucking hot.

The audible wetness and delightful sounds of her touching and fucking herself. I remember, over and over again, first visualizing the soft lips of her vulva, slick with her juices and parted to surround the length of her vibrator. Sensing every little shift inside her sex, actually feeling myself in her. Oh God. Ohhh.

The way we came together over and over again. Each time her pleasure was about to crest, I could sense the spasms deep in her. It absolutely electrified every nerve in my body. Holding steady at the very edge, I waited until I was sure she was at the point of no return, and then came with her each time, looking into her eyes in VR, my mind keeping track of every little whimper, shudder, and twinge of pleasure she was sharing with me, leading to some of the very best orgasms of my life. Fuuuuuuck. Even just thinking about it feels so good.

Shutting my eyes again, I casually slid my hand down my pants and gave myself several slow strokes up and down my shaft. I groaned with pleasure. I wanted to come. I needed to come. It had been several days since I let myself. The buildup, the tease, and the edging all left me knowing beyond any doubt that the next orgasm would truly be something special. But I was saving it. Just a little bit longer. For her. 

Like I’d told her last night, my orgasms belonged to her now.

…But right now I have to stop touching. Ugh.

As I took my hand off of my cock, my mind continued to race, grasping for reason, searching for some point of familiar reference or comparison that would somehow explain the storm of desire that had suddenly entered my life.

I can’t find a point of reference because there isn’t one. This is unlike anything else I’ve experienced.

Another prolonged twinge of deep pleasure shot through my nerves and startled me right out of my brief detour into overthinking. Oh my fucking god. She drives me crazy. I gave myself one final stroke, checked the time, and took a long, nervous breath. 

It was time.

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a car door outside. Close. Very close. I trembled a bit in anticipation.

She’s here. This is real.