This story is follow-on from my first one – Meeting for the first time. Please feel free to leave (constructive) feedback. I am still new to writing and am learning! We have just made love for the first time, after months of cyber chatting and cyber sex. Our hearts are still pounding, as we lie there, sated. Neither of us wants to be the first to speak but the silence is comfortable. Oddly familiar. Your hand has gone to...

This story is follow-on from my first one – Meeting for the first time. Please feel free to leave (constructive) feedback. I am still new to writing and am learning! We have just made love for the first time, after months of cyber chatting and cyber sex. Our hearts are still pounding, as we lie there, sated. Neither of us wants to be the first to speak but the silence is comfortable. Oddly familiar. Your hand has gone to...

I knew you weren’t good with money when I met you – you were too generous, too quick to buy me gifts, too fast to pull out your wallet. However, the day we sat down together over a coffee to tell me how broke we were, still came as a huge surprise to me. I had believed you when you said that we were OK, that we still had enough money to make rent. What I never would have guessed or believed possible, was your suggestion,...

This is my first story, so please be nice: feedback is welcome, though. You have finally come to visit me, after months of chatting to each other online. You arrive at the house and knock on the door. I open it and there you are, finally. We just smile and you come in the house. I take your bag and show you to the spare room. I do not want any pressure to sleep with you. You just smile at me, a knowing smile. We chat abou...