I’m not an addict. But I find myself logging on and checking to see if you’re online. If you aren’t, I’m disappointed. I’ll check again in an hour, I say, try to keep my mind on other things. But I find myself back to thoughts of you. I replay the chat we had just the night before, musing about the initial awkward exchange that quickly turned into a coy game of flirting and innuendo. And then so much more.

Do you have a webcam?

I blush at the thought. Even if I did, I’m not sure you’re ready to behold the sexiness that is me…Besides, my nudity might offend you.

It’s easy to be coy when you’re chatting with an anonymous stranger.

Or it might turn me on, you type back. Eyebrows raised, I hesitate a moment before quickly typing, …And what does that look like?

I’m sitting in front of my laptop, staring at the screen, but seeing only the image of you on the cam last night, stroking your thick, hard cock while I playfully volunteer exposing parts of my nude form. Some cleavage here, a shot of my ass there. I was thrilled to see how turned on you got when I sensually and slowly licked my lips on cam and told you how much I would love to suck on you.

I don’t know what came over me then, but there was something so sexy about being able to turn you on from afar, to give you this virtual lap dance, teasing you towards more. I make you imagine my hands on your cock, my lips surrounding your shaft, traveling up and down, licking it clean with my tongue. I show you my undulating tongue, my moist lips, opening and closing.  I had no idea what you felt like, smelled like, tasted like, but I saw you on the cam and my imagination began to get the best of me, guiding me towards something I never thought I’d do before this moment. My hand goes to my crotch, wanting to feel the wetness that came in response to you, to spread my lips and show you.

Do you want to see what you’re doing to me?

I grab the webcam and direct the lens towards my chest, my erect nipples, the supple curve of my breast. I’m aware that I’m titillating you, edging you closer to the brink. The soft light and candles in the room cast shadows on my body, dancing on my skin. I pretend that I’m a harem dancer, gyrating my hips for your pleasure.

I position the camera so that you can see my full form moving towards the bed, one eye watching you stroke harder now, faster. I’m on the bed now, legs spread, hands fondling my breasts, touching myself, imagining it’s your hands guiding mine, your fingers circling my nipples, your wet tongue on my clit. I close my eyes, losing myself in the moment, forgetting the watchful eye of the lens, wanting only to give you a good show.

My hips move steadily up and down as I circle my clit with my finger, dipping it softly into my cunt, moistening my swollen lips with its warm juice. I dip again, and this time, I move swiftly from the bed, putting my face in the camera and bringing my fingers to my lips, sucking the juice from my cunt off my fingertips, showing you my greedy, lusty expression. And I watch as you explode now, your cum exploding from your cock, flowing down onto your hand, your chest heaving at the release. I smile.

No, I’m not an addict.  But I can get used to this.