Chatting With A Stranger

CHATTING WITH A STRANGER By Sheena Denise The Internet is an amazing thing. It can take us anywhere in an instant. It can take us to amazing sensual heights, or to our darkest deepest fantasies. I suppose that's how my story started. I still can't decide whether it's an amazing sensual height, or if it's a deep dark fantasy. I guess I should start by telling you a little about myself. I'm 23 years old, white, five foot six inches tall. I have dirty blonde hair, and green eyes. I'm pretty busty, and feel somewhat sexy with my 36d-26-35 body. I've never had a problem attracting men. I'm somewhat adventurous, and I'm always thinking of ways to expand or explore my desires and fantasies. I had recently been living with my boyfriend of two years when I decided to end the relationship. I felt like we were going nowhere, and I was tired of his attitude toward me, and life in general. Our sex life wasn't anything to write home about either. He never considered my feelings or my needs, it was always him first, well that was about to change for me. After moving out, and moving back home with my mom and my brother, I got a job, started hanging out with a few friends and basically took things as they came. I had recently found a stack of porn dvd's in my brother's room when I was looking for something else. I was kind of shocked but I wasn't surprised, and I took a couple of them and watched them. I'd never seen a porno before, and I was really kind of amazed at how they showed everything so graphically. I was also amazed at how beautiful and sexy all the performers were, especially the black men. I wasn't exactly in the deep south but about everyone I knew, including my own family was a little racist. I'd never really drawn on any feelings of my own about blacks, mainly because I'd never really been around any, But as I watched the black men on the screen I felt myself getting very excited by their bodies and their dark skin. I'd never would have imagined the spell of seeing these dirty dvd's would put over me. It stayed with me constantly, during the day, at night, in my dreams, in my fantasies. I was constantly thinking of black men. I began looking at interracial sites online, looking at newsgroups that specialized in interracial, or black men. I finally entered some interracial chatrooms. At first all i seemed to get was men wanting pics or phone sex, and although some were tempting I just felt like I was looking for something different. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted but I knew I'd know it when I saw it. I jumped from various chatrooms, and eventually entered some of the more sexual type of chatrooms, and that's when Kevin approached me in whisper. His chatroom name was very powerful and sexual. It was simply "Black Cock". I felt very drawn to his name. It was like it had a magical meaning to me. His conversation started normal but as time passed it was getting very sexual, and it made me feel naughty, and somewhat nasty to be chatting like this. A couple of times I felt my warning sign go off that I shouldn't be doing this, but I was excited and it made me feel very sexy to be chatting like this. I got so excited every time he told me how big and thick his cock was, and when he told me he was stroking himself as he looked at my pics I begin touching myself under my nightshirt. As his conversation got sexier, and he began telling me how he wanted to fuck me, and how he wanted to hear me scream and cry out for him I was totally his. I couldn't control my desires and urges. I was rubbing myself imagining him inside me, taking me, making me his. I began reponding to him with sexy words of my own. My hands shaking each time I typed. My body felt like it was controlled by every sentence I read upon the screen. I began calling him Daddy, and begging him to fuck me, begging him to make me his, begging him to give me his cum, begging him to hurt me, to fuck me harder, begging him over and over, and then I came. My orgasm seemed to surprise me at how strong it was, biting my lip to keep quiet, feeling my body quiver and tighten and shake with each spasm. After I recovered our conversation continued, but I felt different, I felt a little nasty and just a little embarrassed about what I'd done, but I also felt like I longed for him even more, like he had touched something inside me, and that he had awaken a part of me that I had kept buried inside me. I felt like I had given something to him, and it was a part of me that no one but him and I knew about. After we ended our conversation, with a promise to meet again I went to bed, and my dreams were filled with him, his sexy black body, his sexiness, his nastiness, his roughness, his power over me. In my dream it was as though I was floating over myself, watching myself, watching him ravish me, watching him fuck me, watching him make me cry out and scream for him. I could hear him talking so nasty, and everytime I did I could see myself respond to him. Eventually I faded from my dream and eventually I awoke this morning. I sort of laid in bed thinking about it, wondering if it was something magical, or if it was just something sordid and nasty, and purely sexual. I wondered how it would affect me, I wondered if that nastier part of me would come out more, or if it would go back to hiding deep inside me again. I wondered if Kevin had dreamed of me, I wondered if he thought about it as much as I have, or if it was just something sexual for him. I wondered how two people so far away could meet online and even if for a moment could fulfill each other's need for a lust and a sexual feeling, and if it could ever become more than that, or if it would be like that saying that some things are best left to being more of fantasy than becoming a reality. I know this isn't the typical internet sex story, and it isn't quite what I had started out to write. I am going to try and write more. Hopefully you'll enjoy this, or at least think about it. I know it made me do some deep thinking. I wanted to attempt to show how a incident online can really open one's mind to her own thoughts and desires. 5460 1.20/512345