Un poco cachondita.

Miles of kilometers separate us but unite us with desire.

I know you're there, I sense your arrival.

Always I sense it.

It's been weeks since we met by chance,

in any room.

Coincidences don't exist,

only anatomically perfect pieces.

Created to fit one into the other.

Like your cock.

Like my pussy.

And since then all we do is that.

Longing for each other.

Never fail to attend our appointments in front of the computer screen. We have a commitment to keep sound, microphone, and camera functioning. We have a commitment to connect. Always the same: naked and ready to please each other always. And the promise to preserve intimacy.

There are no names. There are no faces. I never saw your face, but I know by heart your cock. You never looked at my face, but you could draw my pussy with your eyes closed. Your presence is indispensable to me. Your voice, telling on the microphone how your cock pierces me is necessary for me, like water and air. One or two orgasms each night week after week.

Some days you ask me to put in some toy instead of your flesh. Other times you just want me to touch. Various times you just want me to sleep leaving you to observe my wet pussy.

But you know how to make me reach glory.

And reaching it you seeing my juices,

hearing that noise that you like so much,

the one of my fluids when I masturbate hard.

You have made me addicted to your thick cock

of your white cum,

of your big hands,

of imagining your sex in me.

My virtual lover.