Standard Disclaimer:
The gender of the player and the gender of the character has no relation to the other. If you are a male wanting to play a female, a female wanting to play male or a wolf wanting to play a sheep, it has no bearing at all on my willingness to write/roleplay with you.
It all started with a miss-sent text. A text that has changed my life in ways that I could never of anticipated
It was a normal, routine Tuesday afternoon; I had just walked into the grocery store, my hand on the next shopping cart in the line when my phone chirped with a text. I figured that it was probably my husband asking me some question about next weekschurch picnic, or to pick up his suit at the dry cleaners. Perhaps one of the kids telling me where they would be after school or,Maybe, even Sissy, my best friend and partner in crime since high school wanting to know if I was free for lunch; in short, one of the dozen or so every day... boring... events of my life. Being a housewife with a set of 10 year old twin boys means that my days are full of routine and... bordom.
When I opened the text, it wasn't a text. It was a pic. At first, I thought that it was some sort of odd cucumber, but the more I looked at it in confusion, the more that it dawned on me that it wasn't a vegetable... it was a black penis! A big... no, huge black penis! Who in the world would send such a thing! The number wasn't one that I knew and before I could delete or block the number, another chirp of an incoming text... Again, a pic, but this one of a black man naked from the waist down in a dress shirt and a name tag for a local shoe store, "Winston" clearly visible on the tag. I was shocked, repulsed... so embarrassed that my face was nearly as red as my hair. I sent a text to the unknown sender, Winston.
-I think you sent your pics to the wrong number.-
A few seconds later, I got a response from "Winston."
-Oh shit! Sorry, was suppose to go to my GF!-
I shook my head at the things young people do these days and started to delete the text and pictures... but my thumb paused over the button and I looked at the huge penis again. I told myself that I just wanted to make sure that it was what I thought that it was. To this day, I don't know why, but I never did delete them.
When I finally got back to home and put the groceries away and had "my time" to enjoy, my mind went back to the pictures on my phone; those images of the young black man and his penis wouldn't leave me alone. Finally, I got out my notebook and uploaded the images so that I could get a better look at them. Again, I was stunned by the simple size of it, of it's dark color and suddenly, I realized that my hand was in my jeans! Before I could stop myself, I was in the mist of a staggering climax; before I could help it, I had two more equally hard orgasms in the next few minutes.
My husband and I haven't had a particularly fulfilling lovelife in recent months. I turned 35 at the beginning of the year and while my sex-drive seems to of hit high gear, his sex-drive has dropped to the point that if I beg, we might make love once a month for 4 or 5 minutes. But, looking at this huge penis, I was more aroused than I had been with hubby in months. Nevermind the number of rapid climaxes in not much more than it took me to have one with my hubby.
Every time I turned around and was alone, I found myself looking at... it... and masterbating myself to a string of orgasms before I could turn the computer off and go back to my daily routine... my boring routine.
After more than a week, the one pic wasn't enough, but what could I do? It occurred to me that I had his number. After working my nerve up, with a bit of liquid courage, I sent a text.
-send me more pictures please?-
It took a minute, but I got a response from Winston,
-Who are you?-
Before I lost my nerve, I tapped out my reply,
-You sent me your pictures by mistake on Tuesday.-
The next response took only a few seconds,
-Oh! I remember... you first.-
This confused me, me first what? What did he mean? With a new hesitation, I asked the obvious question.
-Me first what?-
His next response took only a couple of seconds and I nearly dropped my phone in shock!
-Send me a pic and I'll send you one.-
I was more than stunned at the bold request, but what had I just done? Asked him for explicit images of his penis. With little choice if I wanted more of his dick, I hesitantly pulled my T-shirt up and unfastened my bra. I took a deep breath and snapped a picture of my bare breasts and sent it.
The next response was so fast that I nearly dropped the phone, again!
-Nice tits, we should hook up.-
Oh... My... God!
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