Abby Has Gone Wild

It’s him, right at the top there are two messages from him. Once again, I curse my stupidity for my throwaway handle, AbbyinAustin. His name is Jack Morgan, he’s here in Austin and it sounded as if he was even nearby in south Austin. For the last three months, we’ve been exchanging messages. Almost immediately, his messages caught my attention and I was turned on by him. His messages were just right for me, as far as I was concerned. Appreciative and just a little dirty, he was also funny and sarcastic, which I liked.

He told me he’d made an album of my pictures and stroked his cock to them nearly every day since he found me three months ago. Then he heightened the appeal. He started writing me scenes of what he would do to me once we met, and they made me wet and wanting. What he wrote wasn’t crude or raunchy, it was deeply sensual and evocative. Then he could be naughty and playful, and he would use just the right amount of dirty words. Even though I knew I shouldn’t, I began responding to him, just as naughty and dirty as he was.

Slowly, we chatted about things other than sex, things like movies, books, television, what was happening in the news or on the website. It felt so different with him and I was just as eager to hear his complaints about traffic as his compliments of the picture I’d taken of my breasts. I knew he felt the same, because he’d been angling for my number and a meeting for the last few weeks. I’d put him off again, and again, but it isn’t easy because added to all the other things—he’s gorgeous.

He hadn’t been shy and sent several pictures of himself, his body, his face, and especially his dick. He has olive toned skin that easily tanned, showing he spent a lot of time out in the sun. His hair is black, clipped short, it fit his strong chiseled face. A brow, thick and heavy, appears almost at odds with such a thin classical nose, but his cheekbones are sharp, softened only by his beautifully molded lips. Brown eyes that are soft and look as sweet as chocolate make him appealing just to look at. Then he sent pictures of his body, I drooled like a school girl. Jack’s body is amazing. he is built with a very visible six-pack below a smattering of chest hair, and he looks strong, his arms thick with muscle but just short of overdone. And his dick, dear lord he has reason to be proud it, he is long and thick, he told me nine inches. I shuddered at the idea of something so large inside me. He looked thick around, more than two inches around for sure. As far as I was concerned it was never going to happen, but he made me want it, I can’t deny that.

With a sigh, I delete his messages unread, and wonder what the hell I’m doing. I can’t keep responding to him. It isn’t right if I know I’m not going to meet him. It seems too much like teasing and it isn’t fair to him. Then I look at all the other unread messages. What am I doing period? Am I ready to get involved with someone? Almost immediately my mind recoils at the thought, no, not yet. It doesn’t matter it would going on six years, the answer is a very firm no. Then what am I doing? I had been doing it for almost six months now, when was I going to stop or take it farther? Closing the laptop, not answering any of the messages, I get up to take a shower. I don’t know and it’s not something I’m ready to answer yet.