Chapter 15: Oops

Oops

This chapter will contain sexually explicit material and reading. If you are uncomfortable with the ideas of: cyber sex, domination, submission, spanking, and horribly screwing up a romantic/sexy moment, please skip this chapter. I can guarantee it will make you at least think, “Oh god, you did not just do that.” Towards me. I can not guarantee that it will not anger or disgust you. I repeat, if you are not comfortable with those ideas, please, do not read on.

For convenience sake, I am going to put this in the form of a chat log. The asterisks (*) indicate an action ‘performed’ by the author to the person they are talking to. The stuff in between is dialogue. “LOL” stands for laugh out loud. “Hehe” is the equivalent of laughing also. “I wuv you” is silly-talk for “I love you.”

Roger says: Hey sexy, whatcha up to?

Storm says: Welllll…my parents just left the house, so I’m alone.

Roger says: on a Tuesday night?

Storm says: Yup, they went to Wal-Mart. I have about an hour.

Roger says: Ooh…so, how was your day?

Storm says: My day was alright. Yours?

Roger says: Better than some, worse than others.

Storm says: *crawls into his lap and nuzzles her nose against his neck* I wuv you!!!

Roger says: *strokes her hair* I wuv you too baby

Storm says: Wanna fuck?

Roger says: Who leads?

Storm says: You, of course. *Looks up at him innocently*

Roger says: How come I always have to do the work? You were the one that said you were an expert at this stuff.

Storm says: But I wuv you.

Roger says: Well, I’m not doing anything. You can start. And lead.

Storm says: But I never have before.

Roger says: That’s the point. You’ve never led?

Storm says: Not with you. Or anyone.

Roger says: Baby?

Storm says: Yes?

Roger says: Can I give you a hint? Talking about other people when you want to fuck me is probably not a good step towards seducing me.

Storm says: Oh…umm…okay. *changes positions so she’s straddling his legs and kisses him*

Roger says: *kisses her back*

Storm says: Aww, that’s not fair. I do more than that!

Roger says: No you don’t. Keep going.

Storm says: God damn it… I need help.

Roger says: Nah, you can do it. Tell me you want to blow me or something.

Storm says: I want to blow you.

Roger says: Ooh, that had such a big effect. *rolls eyes* I could almost hear the sarcasm and you typed it.

Storm says: I’m sorry, I don’t like the phrase.

Roger says: Why not?

I’ll intercede here for a moment. Until this point, our conversation has gone pretty much like normal. From this point on is the point where I fuck it up. You see, Roger now knows that I masturbate. We’ve been over this. And he knows from me vaguely hinting that I haven’t always had the best sexual experiences. However, if I learned one thing from this conversation:
When involved in speaking in a romantic or an arousing manner with your possessive significant other, do not mention any other person, especially if they’ve done harm to you sexually. That pisses your lover off to the point of them not wanting to do anything except ask you why you didn’t tell them earlier.

That being said for anyone who decides to engage in a relationship like mine, be warned. Great consequences come from withholding the truth and bringing it up at the wrong times.

Storm says: Umm…I just don’t?

Roger says: You hiding something?

Storm says: …

Roger says: Don’t fuck with me. You owe me the truth.

Storm says: Okay.

Roger says: Want me to call?

Storm says: No...I’ll tell you here. Its easier.

Roger says: Did you cheat on me or something?

Storm says: No! Before I even knew you. Wait, I don’t wanna talk about this. I want to fuck.

Roger says: Did I ask you if you wanted to fuck? I want to hear why “Blow me” bothers you; I use it all the time.

Storm says: Once a few years ago I had a razor held to my throat and I was told to blow him. I didn’t, of course – I got away, but the phrase still kind of upsets me.

Roger says: Who?

Storm says: His name was Alex.

Roger says: Isn’t that the fucker that stayed with you two weeks just before I met you?

Storm says: Umm…yup.

Roger says: And it happened…while he was at your house?

Storm says: No, before that.

Roger says: So you had a boy threaten you, and then you kept him at your house for two weeks?

Storm says: Something like that.

Roger says: I’m calling.

Storm says: …okay.

Hence, ended our cybering for the night. My phone rang a second later.