h1. a love poem to my sensual barok

franc0: shhhh.....enjoy the moment.......are you wet enough that it wants a finger inside it?

niNa: yeah....

a visual appeared in my mind, niNa was on her desk at her office, reading the story and her eyes were both transfixed on the monitor and at the same time squinting and a bit glassy eyed showing the wetness that she felt between her legs.

this was niNa, the woman who would post many of her sexual exploits in InP explicit in most, adventurous in some but out and out horny getting wet by reading my story and exchanging lust pms with me. niNa just told me her pusi was wet at that moment.

we were on the internet and i wished there was a way to know. if she was with me, i would probably see it in her eyes, or the way she parted her lips. i would even most probably caress her, and touch her there to let my finger feel the wetness first hand. i couldn't do that here. i needed to rely on what sends me. if you think of it, the lust we read in pms is the sounds of the lust our minds give out. there's no way to know, we need to apply a certain amount of suspended belief and i suppose trust that what she wrote was what she actually felt.

franc0: if i looked at your undies, will i find it wet? is it wet enough that after a finger, it will gladly accept a tongue?

one way to know if what she felt was real was to push it further. to get her to open herself up and get her deeper into her lust. i knew from her post she was not much of a writer, too simple words, simple thoughts, no poetry, just plain language, but i had to know. and maybe, because we were talking about the lust she felt, she will be able to say it in better ways, much more than her usual style of writing. she was a woman who knew lust very well. maybe that will make her write better.

niNa: reading your reply makes me want to moan.. as
if you were doing the exact thing to me... as im reading it...

and it happened somewhat. reading what i write to her made her want to moan. that was poetic. her lust made her better with words. my niNa....