MidReal Story
Hi, I’m looking for a friend to talk to,” I typed into the chat box of the online site. I was on a platform that allowed users to talk anonymously to others, but no names or photos were allowed. The idea was to be able to talk about your deepest desires and fears without being judged. I didn’t think I would ever use it this way. “Hi, I’m here for you,” a stranger replied. “What do you need to get off your chest?” I wanted to tell him how much I missed fucking him. How much I missed being with him. But that wasn’t what the website was for. It was definitely not what you were supposed to do on there. “I’m just feeling lonely tonight,” I answered instead. “Then this is the perfect place for you,” he wrote back immediately. “What do you want to talk about?” “Do you want to know a secret?” I replied, feeling bolder than I’d ever felt before. “I want to hear all of your secrets,” he said. He wanted me to be honest with him, and I had always been that way. So why not start now? “I miss being with my ex.” “I want to hear more about this ex of yours. What did he do that made you miss him so much? Did he fuck you good?” “Yes, he did,” I typed back, feeling my body react to his dirty words. “Tell me all the dirty things he did to make you miss him so much.” “He used to kiss me on my neck before moving his hands lower and lower,” I wrote. “He knew how much I loved it when he touched me there, but he always made me beg for more.” “Did he use his fingers or his cock?” “The first time, it was his fingers, but then he moved on to his cock.” “And what did you two do then?” “I would beg him for more as he slid himself inside me,” I said, my body reacting to my own words. “He would make me ask nicely before releasing himself inside me.” “Did you always ask nicely?” “No, sometimes I would get angry and call him an asshole.” “But you still let him inside you anyway?”
Scenario: Emily Johnson, who met someone online through a service that forbids sharing names or photos, suspects her dirty-talking anonymous stranger could be her ex-lover Alex Peterson; as their relationship progresses, Emily realizes she wants something more than just online interactions and decides to take a chance on something real, but Alex's recent behavior and secrets make Emily question if their connection can survive.
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Hi, I’m looking for a friend to talk to,” I typed into the chat box of the online site.I was on a platform that allowed users to talk anonymously to others, but no names or photos were allowed.The idea was to be able to talk about your deepest desires and fears without being judged.I didn’t think I would ever use it this way.“Hi, I’m here for you,” a stranger replied.“What do you need to get off your chest?”I wanted to tell him how much I missed fucking him.How much I missed being with him.But that wasn’t what the website was for.It was definitely not what you were supposed to do on there.“I’m just feeling lonely tonight,” I answered instead.“Then this is the perfect place for you,” he wrote back immediately.“What do you want to talk about?”“Do you want to know a secret?”I replied, feeling bolder than I’d ever felt before.“I want to hear all of your secrets,” he said.He wanted me to be honest with him, and I had always been that way.So why not start now?“I miss being with my ex.”“I want to hear more about this ex of yours.What did he do that made you miss him so much?Did he fuck you good?”“Yes, he did,” I typed back, feeling my body react to his dirty words.“Tell me all the dirty things he did to make you miss him so much.”“He used to kiss me on my neck before moving his hands lower and lower,” I wrote.“He knew how much I loved it when he touched me there, but he always made me beg for more.”“Did he use his fingers or his cock?”“The first time, it was his fingers, but then he moved on to his cock.”“And what did you two do then?”“I would beg him for more as he slid himself inside me,” I said, my body reacting to my own words.“He would make me ask nicely before releasing himself inside me.”“Did you always ask nicely?”“No, sometimes I would get angry and call him an asshole.”“But you still let him inside you anyway?”
“Of course,” I replied, thinking back to all the times we’d had sex.It was impossible not to think about those moments when they were so fresh in my mind.“When he finally put himself inside me, he would fuck me good and hard until I came all over his cock.”“What did he do then?”I could feel myself starting to get wet as I relived those moments in my head.“As soon as I came around him, he would let himself go and fill me up with his hot cum.”“And what happened after that?Were you two a couple then?Did things change after that?”“No, we were never a couple.And we stopped seeing each other for a while after that night.”“But you still think about him now?”“Yes, every single day,” I replied immediately.“I have a feeling that this ex of yours is very lucky indeed.”“Maybe one day I’ll tell you who he is,” I teased him with a winky face.“You know who we are,” he replied immediately.My eyes widened in shock at what he’d just written, and I felt the need to reply immediately.“Who are you?”“I’m just a random guy who’s here to talk to you,” he said, backpedaling immediately.“Is that what you want to believe?”“What makes you say that?”“Just tell me the truth,” I asked, but part of me already knew what it was going to be.“You’re Alex, aren’t you?”My heartbeat quickened as I waited for a response, and I couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea that it might really be him.But then the message came through anyway, and my heart skipped a beat as I read the words on the screen in front of me.“Are you sure about that?”“Of course I’m sure,” I typed back immediately, feeling more confident than ever before.“Who else would know about us?”“Us?” he repeated, and I could almost hear the teasing tone in his voice even though we were only talking through text messages.“What makes you think we’re an us?”“You’re the one who mentioned that you know who I am.So what else am I supposed to think?”“I don’t know, maybe that you’re just imagining things.”I didn’t want to believe him, but there was still a small part of me that thought he could be telling the truth.But then again, why would anyone lie about something like that?And why would he deny it if he really wasn’t Alex?I needed to know the truth, but at the same time, I felt myself wanting to engage with him, to let go of all the inhibitions that had held me back for so long.After all, I had reached out to him first.It wasn’t like he had forced me into this situation.But then he started talking again, and all thoughts of stopping immediately disappeared from my mind.“Do I know you from somewhere?”he asked, and I could almost see the smirk on his face even though he was only talking through text messages.“What do you mean?”I asked, even though I knew exactly what he was saying.
