RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

My cock twitches in anticipation as I wait for his reply. My GOD, I want to see him so badly now. I want him to send me a picture of him all horny and wanting to be touched. I want to see him posing for me with his cock just straining and screaming to be touched.

I smile at the reply I have replied.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: So, you like?

MICK'S BITCH ;]: You want more?

I grin as I wait for his answer. I hope he likes it and it's not that his Dad has just found him looking at that.

I grin at the screen and bite my lip.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: OK.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Just gimme a minute, yeah?

I type to by myself some time, just to make him sweat a little bit more, and give me just enough time to get the perfect pictures of myself for him.

I grab my camera from the table and decide whether I should rid myself of my shirt or not. I decide to keep it on, just to give myself some modicy so I don't look like a complete slut but just so I can tease him a little.

I hold the camera above my head against, this time leaning back a little and placing my hand around my dick. I take the picture, putting on a slightly pleasured but innocent face. I look at the camera, looking at the picture but it doesn't look enough to me.

Oh well, I can tease him a little.

I laugh as I finish uploading a certain number of picutres of me.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Well, you might have to stop him from screaming in a minute.

My God, that was so corny. But at the same time, hilarous.

I send the pictures through to Brian's computer, grinning all the while. I hope he has a fetish for fruit, or likes mine.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Here you go Sweetness. Now, tell me what you're doing to yourself to this amazing pornography.

I laugh a little to myself before popping another cherry into my mouth.

I grin at my screen.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Go into deep, deep details Baby.

I want to hear how dirty he can get.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: The dirtier you get, the more pictures you get.

I grin at how evil I am. But I want to hear him talk dirty to me.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: So... tell me.

I look up, imagining what he'd look like right about now. All hot and sweating over these pictures of me. I grin and pop another cherry into my mouth.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Mmm, I bet you're so hard right now. Just aching for me to touch that long, smooth cock of yours.

OK. I am a little better at this than I should be. But hey, I have always being good at writing erotica. Especially when it comes from the heart. Which is what I had to use as an excuse to my English teacher here last year when I handed in the coursework with a big old stain on it.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Well, just thinking about you all sweating, hot and alone in your house is making me want to do such bad things to you. I want to take that innocent little Brian and teach him a few lessons. How would you like me to teach you?

MICK'S BITCH ;]: A good answer will result in a very nice picture of me with a banana.

Why do I have all this freakin' fruit anyways?

What does he mean by that? Does he mean that he doesn't want to cyber with me over the net? Does he want to save this? Know else are the two of us going to live through the next two weeks if we don't.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: So, what? You don't want me to show you? Do you want to wait for when you get back or something? Wait all that time...

I bet this is because of that bitch of a girlfriend. He's being thinking through things differently now he's at home. Coby, stop being jealous, he's probably just rusty at this.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Sorry. JMS.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Erm, where were we?

MICK'S BITCH ;]: So, it's not that you don't want to then?

I really have got to learn to stop being so paranoid. All that should have gone out of the window years ago. But I can't help it. I want him so badly, not just hear with me now, but for as long as he'll put up with me. I don't want to do anything to fuck this up. I'm not having another heartbreak like I had all those years ago.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: How shall we make it romantic then? Cybering is meant to be dirty Brian. I just thought it'd be fun, y'know. But, if you don't wanna. I can... yeah.

Sort this out by myself? I would anyway. He's not really here, it's just a bit of harmless fun over the internet.

You WERE being paranoid. At least he's up for a try at this. I smile.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: OK. I'll start the ball rolling then.

I grin as I send through another one of my pictures. One of the ones that I thought he'd like. Especially as I pretty much resemble that pose he thought was hot on that porno star that one evening when we were alone and couldn't sleep. That was a fun night on the internet, sharing a chair, looking at Porn avec Romance. That was weirdly hot.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: This is pretty much what I look right now.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Except hotter now. Hope you like.

I grin at the screen and get myself adjusted into position. Things are about to get a hell of a lot more interesting.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Be specific. What do you want in that pretty mouth first?

MICK'S BITCH ;]: I know what I want from that mouth though...

Well, I know what I would prefer out all the places, but I don't want to freak him out too much. I mean, rimming is a much more advanced lovers technique. Although I plan to practise it on him very soon.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Wrapped right around my long, juicy cock.

My cock is straining so much now. I want to touch it so badly but I need to stay controlled. I want the intensity to rise to the extreme, so much that I can barely stand it anymore.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: This is foreplay damnit.

I can barely type this now as my hands are just itching to touch myself, so much so that I am repeated hitting the wrong buttons.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: I wanna touch myself so badly Brian. But I'm holding out to make it really good later.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: What are you doing now? And tell me in immense detail.

"Ahhh! What the fuck?!" I yell as I jump in my seat a little and whip my head around the room. I knew that listening to Metallica before this was a bad idea. I turn down the speaker a little.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: I can. Well, you deafened me a little. But that's my fault.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Well, I have had a lot of practice.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Briiiiii-an. Can I ask you to do something a little dirty with that microphone.

And no, I do not mean jam it up his ass. I just want to hear his heavy breathing.

I grin to myself, he sounds so hot over the microphone. His voice is so raspy and he sounds a hell of a lot older than you'd think he is. He sounds about twenty.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Y'know, you sound like you're like 20 over the mic.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: It's really hot.

I pause for a minute, thinking of something hot for him to do. I can hear the faint sounds of his breathing and moving around as I think to myself in silence.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Maybe, fake an over the top orgasm for me?

I bite my lip and cross my legs, it's no good anymore, I am going to have to do something about this. I'm getting more and more worked up here and I just need to feel the touch of my own hand.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: You sound so hot.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Can't type anymore.

His panting is much more audible than it would be if he was here and it's throwing me into all sorts of spasms of need. I wrap my hand firmly around my cock, stroking myself as I just close my eyes and listen to him.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: morrree