I had my character talk like a XVIIIth century English man. I kept complicating the plot. We had a fun couple of days. That’s until the accident. It was not part of the plan. In our own little world that you created, the pirate was finally taking the fair maiden, ripping off her innocence by tearing her hymen. Our little, nasty creations were eagerly frolicking around. Getting to know each other, carnally.
I had my character order your character to cum for me. That’s when it happened. An accident of frightening proportions that changed our friendship forever. You came! In real life. Twice! Hard.
It was so unexpected it was shocking even. I felt both elated and worried. You were baffled, excited but also scared, confused and upset. I tried my best to make sure you were OK. I feared for your mental state, your well being and for the future of our friendship. Those unexpected orgasms brought guilty feelings to your heart. I could totally understand that. I blamed myself for making you feel confused and guilty.
The immediate aftermath of this unforeseen event was that for a day our two, our friendship felt a little strained. We ended up ignoring the awkwardness and talked about it. Little did we know, at that point, that our relationship would never be the same afterwards. It morphed into something stronger, something new. I laugh now about it but only because I now have the benefit of hindsight. I can now look back and find it amusing, thanks to all those memories of listening and watching you cum for me time and time again. In all kinds of places.
I am grateful for those memories, yet now they are embedded in a fog of bittersweet melancholy.
Once you came to terms with ‘the incident’ and you were OK with what had transpired, you let me know that you wanted to take our relationship into sexual grounds… We started ‘playing’. I started making you, the good catholic girl, mother and wife, blush. You know how I loved to make you blush. It is such a tender sight. Your fair skin suddenly going a deep shade of red. The beauty of that embarrassed face of yours. The subdued fire in those gorgeous eyes.
Although we found ourselves adding new dimensions to our friendship, we didn’t take it for granted. It had been our friendship what had unexpectedly led us into a rapidly growing cyber affair. It was not all “playing”. Our conversations did not change all that much. We kept on talking about our respective days, we would send each other pictures of what we had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You always blew my mind with the culinary creations you were capable of making. And in turn, I really enjoyed making you wet while you were cooking. Sometimes you would make me so proud when you confessed that you had to change your panties because they were so drenched, they were useless and uncomfortable. It became a beautiful, sexy sport. Making you so wet you had to change your panties. You were such a good girl, my darling.
We had a great run, didn’t we? I remember it fondly. Years of sharing an intense connection, an intimate friendship and a torrid long distance affair. I miss it all. I miss you, my beloved friend.
You confessed that you were falling for me. You were confused and a little scared. I tried to be supportive. It was completely understandable. Another bump in our story. A new curved ball thrown at us by the chaos, shaking our sturdy relationship. You learned to accept it, I believe. From that moment on, our emotional connection became stronger. Love, a brand new unexpected and surprising arrival.
I will always be grateful for your moral support and wise advice during hard times. On my part, I always strived to be as good a friend to you as you were to me. I hope I was able to make your life a little better. That I was a true friend to you. We would always listen to each other. We would complain about our problems, celebrate our achievements, share our joy, anger, misery, sadness, good news, bad news, marital troubles… Everything. We were there for each other.
As time went by, we had our good moments and our bad times. At some point I could no longer spend most of my time with you. I had obligations that I had been neglecting and I couldn’t keep neglecting them any more. You felt that I was neglecting you. There were even accusations of abandonment. I tried my best to get you to change that unfortunate perspective. I don’t know if I was successful in that endeavor. We were able to get through it together.
We went through some other problems. We weathered the storms and kept on going.
There were many happy times too. More than the difficult ones. So many smiles inspired. More laughter than we could count. Multiple orgasms that I helped you achieve. Forcing you to blush a myriad of times. Being all those things that we were to each other…
Everything is subject to chaos. Chaos brought us together. Chaos tore us apart. I woke up that morning, like any other. I checked your messages, like I did every day for the last 4 years. You wrote saying goodbye. You told me you were heartbroken but you were forced to put an end to us. I was shocked. I wrote a small reply saying that I didn’t like it but I understood that you were being put in a position where you had to leave me and that I would cease contacting you to avoid further trouble.
Since then, a year and a half has gone by. I regularly think about you. I find myself constantly wondering how you are doing, how you are feeling. I feel constantly disappointed. I hope it was easier for you.
The aftermath of that Era of our lives when chaos threw us together, for me is a constant barrage of questions. So many questions I have no answer for. You know that I always want to know everything. It hurts not to be able to find answers.
I hope you are doing well, baby.