Fiction: Lockdown lust and sexting

I was supposed to be attending Eroticon in March this year but, due to the pandemic, it was cancelled. A few bits and pieces went online (mostly the social stuff), and between 10am and 12pm on 14th March a group of ticket holders used the #Eroticonline hashtag to create and share flash fiction. What follows is a slight reworking (mostly just formatting tweaks) of my attempt, created via a Twitter thread with no advance planning or drafting.

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He’d been home alone too long. Ongoing health issues meant that he was used to it in a way, but this time it was becoming, well, a bit much and he found himself longing for personal interaction. Something more caring and intimate than social media could provide.

A few weeks ago, when he was feeling especially fragile, he’d run away from a woman he’d been chatting to online, worried she’d been getting too close. He never let anyone in, but somehow she’d got in anyway and he was terrified. Now he was missing those chats. Dare he reach out?

He checked in with a friendly update. She’d been worried about him and he reassured her that he was safe and as well as could be expected. They exchanged news, but he desperately wanted to flirt. Was the timing right? “Fuck it”, he thought as he typed exactly what was on his mind.

“I have to admit I’ve been scrolling back in our chats and rewatching those videos you sent me. Needed something to cheer myself up ;)”

Reassuringly, she started typing straight away. It was a quick response, but in those seconds he was terrified he’d said the wrong thing.

“I'm so glad you’ve been rewatching them,” she said. “I keep looking at the photos you’ve sent me too.”

The photos he’d sent had been of his cock, rock hard in his hand as he thought about fucking her. Their chats had often turned from flirting to filth pretty quickly. This turned out to be one of those times, as his admission regarding the videos - beautiful intimate clips of her masturbating, recorded just for him - reassured her that, despite his recent silence, he still felt the same way about her.

He told her he was hard right now.

She replied with “can I see?” He sent her a photo with his hand wrapped around the shaft and her response was swift and enthusiastic. The chat swiftly descended into a fantasy of endless fucking... hours of discussion of penetration, domination and submission.

They had never met in person - these fantasies were purely lived out via a phone screen, and this meant that they could describe their wildest desires to each other without fear. They had both been surprised at the level of trust they’d built. Kinky minds always find one another.

This time the fucking they described involved her on her knees at his feet, begging to be used. He surprised himself in the messages he sent that day - discussing a fucking and a beating harder than he thought either of them could manage in real life - and she loved every word.

After hours of chatting via text alone, she told him that her flatmate had gone for a shower so she had a few minutes where the thin walls wouldn’t be as likely to reveal what she was up to. “I have to go and wank! Will send you some videos xxx” He waited patiently.

The wait was only a few minutes, but it felt like hours. He was horny as hell, and hoped that she might act out something he’d asked for earlier in the chat. She had a nice glass dildo - he wanted to see how much of it she could swallow, and to watch her fucking herself with it. He didn’t even close the app while he waited, just stared at the phone screen looking to see when she was back online. He stroked himself in anticipation of her response.

She began typing.

“I did as I was told. Thought you might like it ;) Was hard to stay quiet though!”

He opened the first video and watched her pretty mouth wrapped around the dildo. He compared its length to his own and imagined how much of his cock she could swallow like that. The next video showed her on her knees on the bed sliding the dildo in and out of her cunt, which was so wet he could hear it. He watched ever second, mesmerised by the bounce of her breasts, her quiet moans, and the increasingly fast action of her hand.

Then a third message popped up, with a video with an angle that was even closer than the last. Not only could he clearly see the dildo as it entered her, he could also see droplets of ejaculate dripping down her thighs. It was unquestionably the hottest thing he had ever seen.

The chat was such a long build up that she hadn’t needed long to come, but he was still edging himself. After some discussion about how electric it would be if/when they finally met in person, she signed off, leaving him with three more videos to rewatch as he came, hard.