STROKE IT

Jim’s insecurities stemmed from growing up as a small town poor boy from the wrong side of the tracks. He wanted to wipe away the shame and humiliation of being poor by showing the world that he was now calling the shots. But, no matter how successful he became; how many super deals he closed; how many accolades he received, the insecurity remained—it gnawed at him. He didn’t know that all he needed was attention, admiration, adoration, and appreciation.

He carried himself with confidence; therefore, his insecurities weren’t apparent. Even his high school sweetheart, Diane, who he married some decades ago when she completed high school a year after him, could not tell.

As a teen, he was very shy with the girls—he felt Diane was his only salvation. You’d be unable to tell that a man as handsome, brilliant, and humble as Jim would ever have a problem attracting any woman.

If Diane had known that he felt insecure about anything, she would have done everything in her power to ensure that he never felt that way again. But, there was no way for him to express how he felt to Diane or anyone. He had no words for it. He didn’t know he could feel differently since the success hadn’t cured it.

Diane became ill—not terminally; but too ill for them to have sex; too ill for him to hold her. So, he satisfied his sexual side by viewing porn; that way, he was not really cheating on Diane—something he swore he’d never do—not him.

The porn site offered customers more benefits than movies—like hooking up with women for sex. His cynical mind told him this was a bunch of crock. He did a little test to see how unreal these folks must be in there offer to connect people for the sake of sex.

He clicked the site’s instant messaging button. Night after night he’d page women and get no response. It validated his belief that no one could possibly hook-up via a site just to have sex.

One night, he paged a woman in a town not too far from him. He’d read her profile and found her to be amusing and clever more than anything. Since he never had anyone respond to his pages before, he decided to page her—why should tonight be any different. She answered! Go figure.

She chat fucked him to death—he matched her word-for-word. Jim had never experienced his cock being so hard—he was instantly addicted. He could tell it was all about him as she typed each word; such undivided attention from someone; an erection that could cut a diamond; wads of cum all over his lap. WOW! This was hot.

When he went to bed that night he slept like a baby—he hadn’t slept like that in years.

The next morning, he jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. He stroked his softened penis as he thought of the naughty words the mystery lady typed to him. Ahhh, she was so hot and so arousing. His dick hardened as the water shot out of all of the shower heads in the elaborate shower in his and Diane’s dream home. He went limp when he thought of Diane. How could he think of another woman when the love of his life was there with him? They’d been together through thick and thin.

He got dressed and drove to work. He kept thinking about getting home to get online to see if the hot sexy typing woman from last night would be on again tonight. His dick stiffened at just the thought of the words she used about him—how she wanted him to fuck her; how she’d take his cock in her hot wet mouth and suck him until he exploded. Uhm, he wanted to lick her pussy; he wanted to do things with her that he would never ask his precious wife, Diane, to do—he’d be too embarrassed. The woman on the site made him feel more alive than he’d ever felt before with the attention she gave him. He had to have more.

What more do you need?