2012 Copyright AllEroticaStories.com
TWITTER FUCK BUDDY
(STORY #1 – VALENTINE’S DAY SEX SLUT STORIES)
by
Kitty Fine
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Twitter Fuck Buddy
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TWITTER FUCK BUDDY
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His tweets get me wet. It’s crazy.
I’m an erotica writer and thought I was just messing around with social networking. Then I met him. After chatting with him last night on Twitter, I vaguely remember having some really hot dreams about what I’d do to him if we ever met in real life.
It’s early in the morning but when I wake up, I can tell that my panties are wet. My fingers trail down to check. Yep, I’m soaking wet. My tiny G-string is drenched and sticky from my deliciously wet dreams last night.
I’ve always been a highly sexual girl, but since I’ve become a writer of naughty sex stories, I find that I’m always turned on and sexually frustrated. It’s Valentine’s Day and I don’t have a date. Hmm, maybe I’ll break out the new boyfriend, my shiny new vibrator.
Instead, I drag myself out of bed. I need to start with some coffee.
I throw on a little silk robe and head to the kitchen. Our city suburb apartment is stylish and cozy, but not too small for the three of us.
“Cat, I’ll be out all day then I’m sleeping over Johnny’s tonight,” shouts Cindy from the other room.
I’m working on making the coffee in our small but elegant kitchen. I answer, “Oh, tonight’s your special Valentine’s day surprise?”
Cindy pops her head in the kitchen. “Yeah, not sure what he’s up to. He’s being all secretive about a surprise he has for me tonight. Maybe we’ll go out somewhere really nice. Dunno.” She shrugs.
“Are you staying in and writing?” Cindy asks.
“Yep, same old.” I grab the cup of hot coffee and take a sip.
My roommates are my close college friends. We graduated a few years ago and they have “regular” day jobs, while I’m working at home as an erotica writer. The girls think it’s hysterically perfect that I “write porn”. Well, it’s not like they were so virginal either.
Then my other roommate, Iris, calls out, “Yeah, I won’t be around tonight for dinner either. I gotta work late.”
Iris joins us in the kitchen. “This damn project is killing me. I’ve gotta put in late hours this week. And on Valentine’s Day, too. Ugh.” She glanced at her watch. “Shit, I have to run now or I’ll be late for work.”
“I’ll go out with you, Iris,” shouts Cindy as she grabs her jacket and bag. “Happy Valentine’s day, Cat!” Then they’re gone and it’s completely quiet. Now it’s just me in our apartment.
Coffee in hand, I go back to my computer. It’s a cold day out but it is toasty in the apartment, so I’m still wearing my little blue silk pajamas and robe.
Before I do anything else, I instinctively go to my computer and open up Twitter. I wasn’t a techie expert or anything, but I got on Twitter a few months ago, and it quickly became my new favorite thing.
Actually, HE was my new favorite thing. I’m pretty social for a writer and made some “Twitter friends” in a short while. But there is one man who is my favorite. And he is a reader, a long-time fan of my erotica works.
I quickly scan my direct messages and mentions. This is crazy. Sure, I’m not dating anyone and he says he’s unattached, too. But I like to keep things professional. Yet here I was, surprised to find myself increasingly curious and excited around him.
My scanning eyes stop and lock on to his twitter nickname, ”KenJGBS” and his sweet good morning message. Good. He’s up.
He goes by Ken or his nickname “J” for his middle initial. When we met, we started with a few friendly tweets, which quickly moved to private direct messages. Before long, we were emailing each other.
We had never spoken on the phone or met. But we knew we weren’t that far from each other – just a few towns away. I knew his sexy mug from his Twitter profile but I was a mystery woman, an erotica writer pen name going incognito without my picture.
I think back to last night’s wet dreams and feel myself getting wet again.
Over the weeks, we had gotten pretty comfortable with each other. The flirting had gone from mild to nearly hot and heavy. It’s gotten to the point that when I see his name, I squirm in my seat from the excitement and wetness I feel seeping into my panties.
I see I have an email from Ken and open it up. He says he’s following up on our previous conversation about research and beta reading. As an aspiring writer himself, he is a kindred spirit who was willing to help.
To my surprise, he writes that he would be in my area today and suggests that we meet up to do a beta reading and research session. Um…what?
Shit, what do I do? Every instinct in me tells me this is a bad idea…but I can’t help shivering a little with excitement. Could I, should I actually meet up with him? While I mull it over, his tweet comes up on my screen.
“Hey sexy, did you get my email? Let me know.” It simply reads.
I look back at his email. It is convincingly sweet and he swears that he won’t let anyone know about my secret identity.
Then I realize that it has been years since I’ve done anything a little crazy. Somehow, my wild side subsided over the few years since I’d graduated college. Then my mind goes back to how turned on he made me last night over our late night tweets.
Fuck it. What the hell, I’m an erotica writer for God’s sake. And I need to make more progress with my writing, which would be accomplished with more research and testing. That’s a good reason.
My heart is racing as I email him the okay along with directions to see me. Normally, I would never but I’d gotten to know him for a while now, and I feel comfortable giving him my address. But I’m still nervous about actually meeting him. Live and face to face.
I dash off to get dressed and fix my hair and makeup before he arrives. I throw on a comfy and professional looking but short skirt and a snug, sexy shirt. I quickly check myself in the mirror and put on some lip gloss. I tousle my long straight black hair, which falls half way down my back.
I hear a knock at the door. My heart stops for a second. After another quick glance in the mirror, I go to open the door.
I swing open the door and see his sexy smile and face. Wow, he’s even better looking in person. He stands tall with dark blondish hair, twinkling brown eyes and a drop-dead gorgeous smile.
“Hi, Cat?” He seems confident but surprised when he sees me, perhaps unsure if he’s in the right place.
“Kenny! You made it! Come on in,” I squeal. I’m genuinely excited to finally meet him in the flesh.
After he gets in, he smiles and checks me out, up and down. We exchange pleasantries and an awkward hug.
“Wow, you’re not what I expected,” he quips.
For a second, I’m nervous. “You’re gorgeous,” he remarks approvingly while looking me up and down. “And I didn’t know you were Asian.” I giggle under his stare.
“Come, have a seat. I’ll get you some coffee and we can get started.” I lead him into the living room. I pull out a couple a documents and hand him a set. “Here’s the latest draft. Why don’t you start reading it over while I get your coffee?”
His eyes twinkle as he flashes a sexy smile at me. I turn to leave, acutely aware that he’s staring at my ass in my snug skirt as I walk away. I put a little sexy shake in my walk as I leave.
My heart is pounding. In the kitchen, I take a deep breath. Okay, let’s see where this goes.
As I return with our coffee a few minutes later, Ken is reading my latest erotic story on the couch. He sees me and quickly reaches down to his pants to adjust himself. I can’t help but notice that his pants are bulging with the outline of his half-hard erection.
He continues to watch me as I set the coffee down next to him, leaning over and giving him a quick glimpse of my cleavage.
“So what do you think?” I ask. “Do you like the story so far?”
“Yes!” he beams at me. “But I was thinking…you mentioned you wanted to do audiobooks, right?”
“Yep,” I nod as I take a seat next to him on the couch.
“Well, for the beta reading…how about you read it to me, so I can let you know how it sounds.”
“Sure, good idea.” I don’t let him see that I’m feeling a little nervous and self-conscious. My heart is beating faster as I see his gaze drop down to admire my legs. It’s just me and him now – alone and in person. I pick up the draft casually and begin reading.
It’s a short story and I quickly get to the erotic seduction part of the reading. Occasionally, I glance up to see him hanging on my every word. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s checking me out – hard. I try to control the tone of my voice as I feel my pussy getting wet.
As I read to him in my sultry sexy voice, I see that he’s reaching down every so often to adjust his swelling cock, as he studies my long legs and the swell of my cleavage.