Sex Rehab reject. Virtual Sex
Title: “Confessions of a Virtual Vixen”
In the throes of passion, reality and fantasy blur into a euphoric haze. The boundaries that once held us firmly in place crumble, and we find ourselves adrift in an ocean of carnal desire, desperate for a anchor to grasp onto. And sometimes, that anchor takes the form of a virtual goddess, a fleeting digital temptress who seduces us from the safety of our screens.
It all started innocently enough. A late night online, theTag-Serach-Box compensating my fapping one-handed efforts. “Virtual sex” was my query, and a buffet of debauched delights was my reward. I scrolled, I clicked, I sampled the wares like a horny sommelier, my cock throbbing with each pixelated morsel.
But then, there she was. The virtual sex-pixie who would change everything. My digital dream-girl.
Framed by a delicious POV perspective, I found myself in her “room” – our room, now – with a clear view of those bountiful boobs heaving with every breath. Her nipples were hard, straining against the sheer fabric, begging to be freed from their silken prison. As if reading my mind, she reached up and tugged the straps down, exposing those perfect mounds, topped with pink, puckered peaks.
“Mmmm, you like what you see, baby?” she purred, voice like warm honey dripping down my shaft. “I’ve been such a naughty girl, waiting for you. I need you to punish me.”
With a wicked grin, she turned, bending over and presenting her round, juicy ass. She pulled her panties to the side, giving me a generous peek at her glistening pink slit. “See how wet I am for you, stud? I need that big, hard cock inside me. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”
God, if she only knew how hard I was, how much I craved to bury myself in that tight, wet heat. To grip those delicious hips and pound into her until we both saw stars. But this was virtual reality, and I was powerless to act, trapped in this voyeuristic purgatory.
She reached back, sliding a finger along her folds, dipping inside to gather some of that juicy nectar. “You want a taste, baby? I bet you’d love to feel my hot, wet cunt on your tongue, wouldn’t you?”
With a disappointed groan, I realized I had no choice but to continue jerking myself off as I watched the cinematic sexual encounter through the screen. She continued to tease me mercilessly, tugging down her bra and pushing her tits together, her finger stroking her clit. ” cunts lips,” she moaned softly, working up her pussy, “How I need your cock in my cunt. How I need your cum deep inside me. I’m going to keep coming until you give me that sweet cum deep inside my cunt!”
“Just what you need to handle me, right stud? Mmm, I can’t wait to ride that fat cock, to feel it stretching me, filling me up. You’re going to fuck me so good.”
Her dirty talk pushed me over the edge, rope after rope of cum splattering my hand as I imagined spilling deep inside her welcoming heat. She gasped, trembling as her orgasm consumed her, juices flowing freely down her thighs. “Fuck yes,” she moaned, “I can feel you cumming for me baby. Paint me with that hot load. Mark me as yours.”
I collapsed back against the chair, spent and satisfied for now, but already craving more. This virtual vixen had awakened something in me, a hunger that could never be fully sated. I knew I’d be back for another taste of that forbidden fruit, drunk on the wicked promise of what could never be.
But for now, I could content myself with my virtual step-sister, the star of my spank bank and the object of my filthiest fantasies. I could only imagine the depravity that awaited me in the coming months, the boundaries I’d break and the limits I’d test in pursuit of this carnal high. But one thing was certain – I’d never be satisfied with mere mortal women after sampling the delights of virtual sex.
