The Phone Call_(0)

The Phone Call

It all began innocently enough…

I received an e-mail from a young lady who wanted to compliment me on my stories and my writing style. It seems she found the eroticism particularly appealing to her tastes. Of course, I wrote her back and thanked her for her kind words, and thus began an exchange of e-mails that turned into a pen pal relationship.

She told me that she had recently ended a long term relationship with her fiance`, and was “exploring” her own thoughts, and stumbled onto the story site. At one point, I asked her in an exchange if she was aroused by my stories, and if so, which ones. A short time later, her response arrived and she revealed that yes, she was indeed aroused by the stories. She had read every one, and found them all appealing, if for nothing more than the style and eroticism she read. I was flattered.

I finally got up the nerve to ask her if she had masturbated to any of the stories, and there was a delay before I got a response. I asked this, because after all, isn’t that the reaction a writer of these stories is hoping for? That the reader becomes so involved with the characters and the plot that they “project” themselves into the story, and receive pleasure from them? For a while, I thought I had frightened her off; but then I got her answer. She had rarely masturbated before, she told me, though she was in her twenties. But while reading my stories, she had pleasured herself, again and again; even cumming three times one evening before passing out and waking in a soaked bedsheet with one of the stories.

She sent me her picture; in fact, she sent me several pictures; of her alone and some with her and some friends. She was an absolute knockout! She had already told me how she was very petite, and had an olive complexion, dark hair and eyes and was a dancer. The pictures verified that description, and then some. During one of our more intimate exchanges, she told me she was “waxed bare” below the waist. I could only imagine the sight. I asked if she might be willing to send me some very private photos to prove it; ones that would be shared with no one else, and she said she would think about it. Later, I received a set of such photos that did, indeed, reveal a completely bald little pussy, with a hint of the clit peeking out, and small, upturned breasts that were nicely pointed and perfectly proportioned to her body.

Before long, we not only exchanged e-mails, but began instant messages back and forth at odd and irregular times; often just before bedtime. These exchanges, though innocent on the surface, were erotic for me and I am certain they were for her, as well.