e. love poem to my sensual barok

This was actually the complete pm:

niNa: i like that... so kelan tau meet? before tayo mag out of town... starbucks galleria?

I thought the air inside my lungs was sucked out by that pm. Typing my reply pm to her became more difficult, not enough air in my lungs. There are so many things in that pm that caused a few heartbeats of mine skip. But I chose to ignore them for the moment, I sent her this pm:

franc0: somehow, from the very beginning, for some reason, and i don't know why, i thought that would be most enjoyable with you alam mo what i mean? like making you cum in a crowded place but nobody else know except you and me. that will only work if the girl is most cooperative. the excitement and cum in doing that is often much more than being in a private room.

The pm she sent me was a clear offer. If this was a sales transaction, all I needed to do was “close the sale” – agree to the offer, set the date and plan the day. It was a very aggressive offer without me needing to seduce her, not even some prodding or some suggestive lines from me. She came out straight with a sexual encounter offer. Not said but it was unmistakable – she wanted to have sex with me.

I looked at the date when she sent me that pm and checked where I was in the story that I had been posting. Our conversations before were seduction and sexually benign, so I wondered what it was that got her to make me the offer. While this was not the usual story of seduction, it was obvious that something triggered it and all that there was between us was the story I posted, the same thing she read. The story I posted seduced her? That’s hard to understand. But at that time, I was not complaining.

I wanted to be affectionate to her. Wanted her to feel the warmth I felt for her. It was warmth beyond lust because it was the kind of warmth that moved slow across my body. If she was with me at that time and she said that to me face to face, I would have held her hand, then kiss it gently. I wouldn’t have asked her to have sex right there and then, I would just kiss her hand lightly. What I felt wasn’t about sex, it was affection. And tenderness.

But she wasn’t with me and given the circumstances that we were in – the monitors of our computers in front of us and between us the internet and the slow PEX server being annoying, I did the next best thing, I sent her a pm. The pm I sent was my internet version of tenderness and affection for her.
I sent her what you read, above:

franc0: somehow, from the very beginning, for some reason, and i dont know why, i thought that would be most enjoyable with you. alam mo what i mean? like making you cum in a crowded place but nobody else know except you and me. that will only work if the girl is most cooperative. the excitement and cum in doing that is often much more than being in a private room.

It seemed to me, sensuality was the language she understood. I saw that in her numerous posts in InP that were all blatantly sexual. it was obvious in the sexual proposition she sent me. That proposition was unsolicited, unseduced and very upfront.

She was in lust, similar to being in love. When a woman tells you, unannounced, that she loves you, what you do and say back to her to start with is to give her tenderness and affection. My version of that would have been to hold her hand and kiss her. She was in lust and she told me she was, so I sent her that pm.