Abreviated for my pleasure

Internet dating is the modern lie... Altered 15 year old photos, they seemed the perfect match. He wanted to give her the world on a string and take her for a ride. She thought she wanted what he offered. It seemed too good to be true. She dominated the conversations, talking rapidly about her life, her past life, her future. He listened with interest, her voice was sooo pretty. He dreamed of the day they would be together. Month after month passed, she kept him close but not too close. She kept the phone calls, the emails, the packages that littered her mail. But she refused his visits, his offers of togetherness. Everyday he loved her more, everyday, he professed his devotion. But everyday, she pulled a little bit more away. She loved the idea, but not the man. She wanted the escape but not the escape route. His voice began to grate on her, his constant complaining, his whining, she just couldn't listen to it anymore. She had basically checked out when one day, he finally gave way to something she could bite into.. She asked him with her little girl purr, "what is your fantasy baby?" His breath quickened, his body suddenly excited, and he gave way... the two girl fantasy, the bathroom stall, three sets of feet, scrambling in the space. A set of knees, some tongue on clit, titties dripping with cum. He told her in detail his hottest fantasy. She scribbled it down, adding to her files. Thanks sweetie, that is all I needed, and then she was done. Several months of nothing, she left him wondering why. She couldn't.... she just couldn't.... she had gotten what she needed and now she was done..


I don't know if I want to start posting short stories, not sure if this is my style.... I got bored on the treadmill, I wrote some random shit down, I kinda liked it, I posted it....