Cyber Yiff
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This is your last warning, this is an adult story - intended for an adult audience - that depicts graphic furry sex. If that's not your thing, or it's illegal for you to be reading, GO AWAY.
Any similarity to any actual situation is either unintentional or too common of a thing to really notice...this story is mine, however. So don't rip it off or I'll be forced to rip off your head and devour your soul. *smile* That said, enjoy my second attempt at furry smut.
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Cyber Yiff
I smiled to myself as I watched the conversation begin to get interesting. We had been talking for several weeks, and the tension had grown unbearable. Each night, we had spent the entire cyber session just cuddling and snuggling and enjoying the warmth and comfort... but eventually I had hoped it would lead to something even more.
I popped open the button on my old blue jeans and lowered the zipper as I felt myself getting wetter. He was cuddling me and telling me just how much he wanted to get his paws on my body, making me imagine him teasing my nipples and stroking my fuzzy fur.
I let my eyes slide mostly closed, just enough to read the descriptions and type a few of my own. I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted a man before. He was teasing me, drawing it out until I couldn't take it anymore.
Then he wrote: Are you wet?
I grinned and nodded to myself and typed back: Yeah.
So it wasn't creative, once the instinct took over I wasn't the most eloquent of typers. I added more: Are you stroking your cock for me?
I pictured the gorgeous fox sitting in front of his screen some thousands of miles away, pawing off to our playtime. It was even better than the cyber yiff.
He wrote back: Yeah
Pleased with the proceedings, I reached under the desk and removed my favorite toy from it's case. The twin bullets vibrated in my hand as I increased the speed to ensure the batteries wouldn't die at a bad moment. We continued to write, or messages becoming fewer and farther between. Online I had pinned him to floor and was teasing his cock with my tongue, his reaction was making me wish I could really taste him on my lips.
I lifted myself up off the large leather chair and slid off my specially made jeans, my tail finding a comfortable spot as I sat back down and ran a paw over my wetness. Ah yes, a wet pussy was a fine thing indeed. I slowly slid one of the small bullet vibrators inside my tight hole and clenched my thighs against the lowest vibration setting.
He had pushed me back, saying he couldn't take it anymore...and unless I wanted him to come all over my whiskers I would have to stop. Of course, I would not have minded...but I decided it would be best to let our fantasy mimic my own ministrations.
I imagined him stroking himself again, pushing closer and losing the edge when he stopped to type, and bumped up the speed a notch.
He was pushing inside me, slowly teasing my hole with his member. I slid the other bullet down my wet slit, letting it flick over my clit.
His typing became more erratic, and I knew he was close. I could smell sex in the air and quivered as a small orgasm caught me off guard.
He had rolled me over and pulled me up into his arms, thrusting inside hard as I arched my back with each stroke. I cranked up the vibrations once more, nearly on the highest setting and continued to run one bullet up and down my slit as the other throbbed inside me.
I could feel the big one brewing inside me like a storm at sea. Our typing had become only a series of grunts and purrs and yips as we pleasured ourselves miles apart.
My tail wrapped itself around the back of the chair as I came even closer to the edge. I could picture him now, one paw working quickly over the hard shaft as the other lightly teased his balls...he would be almost ready to pop.
He typed: I wish you could be here and I could squeeze you and be with you all night.
I whimpered at the sentiment, squeezing my thighs together as I pictured him inside me. I managed to type: I want you to fuck me.
He went quiet and I knew the fantasy play time over. I could almost see him leaned back, his eyes closed as he stroked faster still...a moan rising in the back of his throat as he came over the top of his hand.
I cried out, shuddering and pressing the bullet into my clit as I came. My whole body buzzed and I could feel my wetness on the cool leather surface.
Once I was able to see straight again, I turned off the vibration and set my toy aside for cleaning. In the fantasy he had came deep inside, then laid out beside and pulled me into a tight bear hug. It was the perfect tender ending.
He typed: brb for cuddles, clean up time
I smiled to myself and responded: That was perfect.
I could only hope it would happen again very soon.
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