Just Another Website?

There are many different reasons why we all end up here at Mindspired. Some are lonely, others are just looking to spice up their sex life, some are sexually neglected at home, others don't have someone at home, and some just need new masturbating material. Whatever the reason you're here, one thing we all have in common is this site really turns us on. It makes us so horny. We fuck each other verbally, masturbate, and sometimes even fall in lust. Mmmm, just the thought makes me wet. I find that I can't go a day without seeing what is new to read and which person will make my loins ache for more. After all, variety is the spice of life, so I'm told.

The casual sexual interaction is beyond my belief. It's also the thing that gets most of us going. The anonymous nature of the web site is tantalizing in itself, and I believe that is why it's so much fun. We can relax, be ourselves, and let our imaginations run wild. I'm sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on my work, but it isn't happening.

Everyone is out to lunch, and it's just me here. I log onto Mindspired to see what new material has been published. I read them all. I'm a straight female, but I do appreciate the writing and the sexuality of everyone. Being in lust is the same no matter the gender or sexual preference. And surprisingly, I'm turned on by them all. It seems like I'm turned on by most anything these days. I bring up a story in the steamy stories category. Oh, is this one hot. I'm into the first paragraph and my juices are starting to heat up. I can feel the wetness on my panties. The things they are doing to each other. I close my eyes momentarily and lift my skirt, spreading my legs wide under my desk. I imagine I'm watching the events unfold in front of me. I continue reading as I rub my clit gently. As I progress through the story, I start rubbing faster, needing release.

I have only 15 minutes before they all come back. I finish with the story and have achieved being the horniest I've ever been in my life. I can't get myself off. It just isn't enough. I see one of my 'lusty friends' is chatting in the lounge. This guy is so talented with words and seems to have a genuine interest in getting me off. We have a connection that goes beyond my psychological comprehension. He knows how to pleasure me with the most amazing skill, and I him. I go in, greet everyone with the casual salutations, and he invites me to a private room right away. I eagerly join him. We greet each other with cyber hugs and kisses then get straight to business. I haven't talked to him since yesterday, and we are both equally as horny, still extending from our last conversation. I tell him I only have 10 minutes and nothing is working. He tells me to sit back and just read. He's been waiting for me to be vulnerable, wanting me to get lost in his words.

I sit back, legs spread and prepare for the orgasm I know will come. He begins. "First baby let me tell you, I've missed you. Lay back, let me take it from here. Ssshhh, relax baby." "I begin by kissing around your toes, hearing you giggle. I work my way up your legs, getting to the soft flesh on the insides of your thighs, gently biting and kissing each thigh. Looking at your pussy, I can see your lips getting wet. Mmmm, the scent fills my senses. As I kiss around your pussy, your hands now on my head, trying to pull me in. I resist you, still kissing around it. "

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