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After seperating and losing everything in my low moments I turned to various platforms for support and ended up finding valuable friendships.

One friendship in particular started off so easily and we connected right away. Reluctantly I created a Snapchat account, never having created one before it was to make communication with her much easier.

We shared each others issues and provided support and comfort, not realising the situation (myself being very naive). We exchanged selfies just to innocently put a face to the name, she was cute as. A paramedic from another state and me a trucker hauling lettuces and tomatoes within my own state.

It all started off as these situations tend to with complimenting the way each other looked in the photo that we shared, stunning blue eyes and blonde/silver hair and a smile that would have made Aphrodite herself jealous. I lived with my folks to rebuild a life for me and my kids and she with her ex, in the middle of a separation and looming divorce.

Among our conversations, her curiosity of where our friendship would lead us, having just gotten out of a relationship myself was in no position to desire anything serious. Just some casual flirtation because ... hey we all enjoy the attention of someone we think is cute right ??

It went from gentle flirting to sending invites for casual sex (pity we lived in different states) to raunchy voice notes and phone sex within the space of a few weeks.

It was when we opened up and shared each others deepest desires that things got even better.

"What is your deepest fantasy?" She asked. I texted back " it involves you wearing black stockings... and consensual nonconsent, my deepest desire is for you to force me to flood you with as much cum as you can milk from me ... while you are (what I jokingly refer to as "baking season") at your most fertile, which is generally at the peak of the female sex drive... I just have a total weakness for stockings... it's just me I guess, lol and since I know you've already shared with me that you love, the feeling of a cock throbbing, I figure the best way for all of the above to happen, is for you to wrap your legs around me and refuse to let me pull out at all, under no circumstances. No safe word. No nothing just your hips on top of a few pillows so that I'm as deep inside you, as I can be throbbing, you feel each spirit of calm going directly into your work and since the angle of your hips on the pillows allows gravity to allow all that cum to drain deeper inside of you"

It went quiet for a time... I thought I'd freaked her out with my honesty and highly descriptive desire to unleash my sexual potential, panicked I thought to unsend and apologise but just as I was about to, she reacted with a glowing flame. A few minutes after that I received a voice note from her, being at home I opened it and struggled to hear her at first.

It sounded like a fan buzzing in the back ground but when I heard her softly moaning I realised then she was using a toy and sent me a voice note of her masturbating.

Thankfully I was home alone as my cock instantly grew hard listening to her moan, intentionally using her fingers to demonstrate how wet she was, an involuntary moan escaping her voice as she continued to make sure I knew exactly how dripping wet she was.

To try and assist her I sent her an image from how hard she made me followed up by a voice note of my own in which I blamed her for me being very arroused and breathing heavily in return so she knew I was just as turned on as she.

Thinking she would reply something with "I'll happily take all the credit" I panicked when I saw a video call come through on my phone from her. I reluctantly answered trying to think of something witty and charming to say, when our screens connected all I could say was "Holy

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