m. a love poem to my sensual barok

Being a virgin does not mean she did not feel sexy or did not feel lust. It only meant she has not had intercourse with a man before. She has had a boyfriend before but that didn’t go too well nor did it go too far. They have had sex but it wasn’t much – he made her cum while in a movie house. It was her first with a man. They had been naked before in a motel but that didn’t work out too well either as the guy was a jerk. She did not enjoy it and no intercourse occurred. She made him cum but she was unable to cum.

Our first intimate encounter was through the phone. It usually happens at lunch time while she is in her office. The first time it happened, she sent me a text – a simple, neutral text: “How are you? What are you doing now?”.

At that time, I was in a shopping mall on my way to lunch. I was going to a meeting after lunch and had a bit of time to kill for lunch and a bit of shopping. My meeting was just next door to that mall. I answered back, telling her was not really doing anything and was on my way to lunch.

Then she sent me this text : “I have a problem.”

Immediately, I had a flashback of what we have been talking in chat and the PMs we had exchanged, I wonder if the problem she posted has recurred. I felt bad for her as it was a bad situation she got herself into. Bracing for the worse, I sent her this text: “What is it? You ok? Can I help you?”

She replied back: “I’m sure you can help, but I’m not sure if you want to,”

I was walking slowly now. I did not want to reach the restaurant I was going to have lunch in too soon. Her text got me worried. I stopped a bit and sent her this text: “If you think I can help you, then I’m willing to help. Don’t be shy. I hope you’re ok.”

She replied back: “I’m not ok. But I want to be ok. Will you help me?”

This was killing me bits by bits now. Although this was the internet, PMs and chat, while its not the kind of emotional attachment you develop with people you meet in real life, some emotional attachment do develop. I was worried for her.

I stopped walking. Worried a little bit more now and a bit more annoyed because of the suspense and the drama, I sent her this text : “Yes, I will help you.”

“I am very horny now for you. Will you help me cum?”