Last night I was chatting with a female friend on line , it was one of those intimate conversations that went to the core of my erotic passion. It was not about explicit details of sexual anatomy but rather it was about sensual intimacy in sex. The more we talked the more my arousal bloomed and blossomed, like a flower in the morning sun. Only instead of petals opening my cock was hardening in response to the tender sensual mercy that she was whispering silently in the words on my computer screen. When we signed off I commented to her that I had already planned an MMO session but after the last hour of erotically incendiary conversation my cock was rigid and my mind was steaming and a hard MMO session was clearly in the cards.
I went upstairs and took my shower with my thoughts awash in the luridly tender intimacies that I had shared with her moments earlier. Resonating eroticism has an intoxicating effect on me. It is like a sensual veil that covers my body; unlike a drunken stupor that dulls my senses, this veil of erotic intoxication sharpens them and blots out all other conscious thoughts but ones of erotic pleasures. I spent a little longer soaping and rinsing my erection and anus than I usually do. The sensation of my hand tugging gently on my hyper-sensitized cock head sent chills up my spine. My warm soapy finger probing my anus and priming it for penetration later on caused it to contract and grip my finger with a desperate attempt to savor the sensation of intrusion. I resisted the urge to massage my cock and coax it to hurl a rope of steaming cum into the swirling water at my feet. I love to watch my cock spew cum as my cock head swells and pulses. I exited anticipating greater pleasure later on.