Porn. I love it. Some people probably think I am pathetic. All alone on Valentines night surfing the internet for interesting (and preferably free) porn. I, however, am not pathetic. I don’t need pity or sympathy or setting up on a blind date. I have my porn and I’m happy.

What, you don’t believe me? No. I’ve not convinced myself quite yet either but what else can I do, eh? SHE left me last year, not long after I bought her that expensive silk night dress for Valentine’s. SHE said I no longer fulfilled her needs (my credit card did though) and ran off with some young millionaire or something. SHE got half of bloody everything (if not more) and SHE was marrying a frigging millionaire. What did I get of hers? The bill for all her sexy Versace numbers and her “because I’m worth it” make up. Thanks a lot Bodgers & sons solicitors extra-bleeding- incompetent.

Anyhow, I’m not bitter; I’m searching for porn.

I’ve got it down to a fine (or is that phallic?) art now. I have all my favourite pages in a folder ready for my masturbating pleasure. Hot Horny Honeys is one of my favourites but even the sight of those young pussies dripping in glorious Technicolor isn’t working. Not even a stirring in the crotch area.

Damn woman. She might not have been fulfilled by me but I was pretty damn satisfied by her. Now there is this huge void inside which I try to fill with all kinds of stuff, but nothing seems to work.

I believe in the power of porn and as I log in to Fetish Fun I switch on my messenger programme. I guess there’s not much chance of anyone being online tonight of all nights; most of my “friends” are married or at least shacked up with someone, but you never know your luck do you?

Now what to choose? Tied up Tina or Sandy Spanked? Decisions, decisions.

Beep -boop!

Ooh a message. From Tina.

Tina? I thought she was going away with Bob for the weekend. Hmm weird.

Pete? Are you there?

Hey Tina, yeah I’m here. What are you doing online?

Oh Thank God you’re here! I’ve had a totally awful day Pete.

Why love what’s happened?

He’s left me. Bob has gone.

I can’t believe it but I keep typing. Turns out he’d been cheating on her for months. Yep, decided he couldn’t lie anymore today of all days. Fucker. Tina is one of the loveliest women I know. She’s sweet, kind and sexy as hell. Yeah we’ve done the cyber thing and bloody hell that woman knows how to turn a man on! Mostly though we just chat and flirt and I have to say I kinda like that. I hate knowing she’s upset.

Pete -can I ring you?

The words stand out on the screen like they’re written in neon lights. Yeah we did speak on the phone once. She rang me and we chatted. What a voice! It’s sweet and soft and sticky just like honey. Oh yeah, I got so hot talking to her but we just chatted. I masturbated hard after we spoke, exploding with the echoes of that voice spinning in my head. Damn that was good.

She’s not going to be up for sexy flirting stuff this time though. It’s going to be a heavy conversation.

Of course you can Tina. I’ll be by the phone waiting.

I let the phone ring just a couple of times so I don’t look too sad, and then I hear her voice.

“Hey Pete.” I can hear she’s been crying, can guess she probably still is.

“Hiya Tina. How are you?” What a god-damn stupid thing to ask! Idiot!

“Coping. I think. Thanks for letting me ring Pete. I dunno who else to turn too.”

Suddenly she’s in floods of tears and I am a jittering useless fool.

“Oh Tina. I’d kick that fella’s arse from here to December if I could get my hands on him!”

Really helpful, I know, but it’s my man coding kicking in.

“No, no. It’s OK Pete. I’ve been expecting it. Things haven’t been right with Bob and I for ages. It’s just like the little bugger to do all this today!”

I am listening to her as she tells me her woes; how he’s been avoiding spending time with her and how she’d found several things that made her think he might be having affair.I only butt in when she’s putting herself down. She’s a good woman and she needs to know that.

“You’re too good to me Pete.” She sighs “I bet I’ve just totally ruined your night.”

“God no!” I exclaim. “I was just surfing for porn. Valentine’s isn’t anything major for me now.”

Why do I have to be so truthful, eh?

“Porn, huh? Did you find anything good?”

Hmm now the conversation is taking a strange turn.

“Not really. I was just looking at some new sites, you know, with a bit of bondage, a bit of spanking, uniforms. That kind of thing.”

“Kinky stuff then huh?” She chuckled throatily and my cock literally jumped in response. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.” She can tell me anything, especially if she makes that noise again.

“Well. I’ve always been a bit kinky. Bob was never into anything different though. I’ve always fantasised about dressing up and being tied down. Oh, and being spanked. That kind of thing. You know, I always wanted to be taken, you know, in public.” She takes a long shuddering breath and then continues, “Just some random guy pouncing on me and pinning me down and pulling my panties down. Yeah, totally taken by a stranger. Never to see his face, never to know who it was. Yeah.”

My cock is straining. I’ve never really felt it so hot and hard and eager. I want to say so much but all I seem to be capable of doing is panting.

“Pete. I’m sorry…”

“Oh don’t apologise. I was just, well, caught up in your fantasy.” I blush. Yeah, I actually feel my manly cheeks heat up.

“Pete. Tell me one of your fantasies.” I swear I can hear her moving in her seat.

“Ok well, I’ve got lots. I hope I don’t get too kinky for you.” I giggle (Yes GIGGLE) and I hear her make that throaty chuckle noise again and I have to stroke myself through my boxers. I did mention whenever I surf for porn I do it in just my underwear, didn’t I? “One of my favourite fantasies was inspired by my old French teacher at school. She was a big buxom lady and I was fascinated by her. Anyway my fantasy is to be tied down to a bed, naked, then I want a beautiful curvy naked lady to come and sit on my face and make me lick her to orgasm.”

That was definitely a moan from her end of the phone. Oh God I think we’re doing it. I think we’re really having phone sex. I think.

“I have always had a schoolgirl fantasy.” She’s continuing, and her continuing is causing me to yank my cock from my pants and gently stroke it. “I’ve always wanted to be the naughty school girl, you know? Sent to the headmasters room and punished.”

“You’re a naughty girl aren’t you Tina?” I butt in. I hope this works. I want to join her fantasy, I want to give her something good to remember about today.

“Yes. Yes I am,” she hesitates a moment then stammers. “S..sir.”

“Well then you’ll have to be made to be a good girl. I shall spank the naughtiness out of you.” A sharp intake of breath and a muffled moan lead me to believe she’s playing with herself. I ease my cock from my pants and admire its full aching length.

“You’re being naughty now, aren’t you Tina?” I growl the question. My cock feels good in my hand and I need this release.

“Yes Sir.” She sounds breathless.

“Tell me what you’re doing naughty girl.” I demand in my sternest voice. Shit this is like a dream come true. Well least I have the audio…better than the crappy staged porn stuff. Fuck the power of porn and all hail the erotic phone conversation!

“I’ve peeled off my wet panties Sir and they’re caught around my ankles. I am sat on my sofa with my legs splayed Sir and I’m playing with myself.”

“I need more details. I need to know just how much punishment you deserve.”

She is playing with her cute cunt. I know it’s cute because I’ve seen it. Yeah one night we both got drunk and sent each other nude pics. She was distraught the next day and asked me to delete them and for some weird reason I actually fucking did! I can visualise her right now though. Her curvy legs bowed wide, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her sweet little brunette bush exposed to my gaze…

“Come on slut. Tell me more!” I snap the words out, almost roaring.

“I’m rubbing my puss lips now Sir. They’re so wet. My finger is slipping down between them and oooooooooooh I’m pressing inside my pussy now sir. Fuck I’m dripping wet. I’ve got my thumb on my clit, just the slightest little rub and I feel I’m going to explode.”

Fuck. I feel like I’m going to bloody explode and I’ve barely touched my prick.

“Oh You naughty girl you know you’re forcing me to wank my cock, don’t you naughty girl? It’s so fucking hard and I’m stroking it. I’m stroking it and my balls are curling up and I know I’m gong to shoot. You’d like me to cum on your cunt, wouldn’t you naughty girl?”

“Oh Yes Sir!” the words fall out quickly one after each other “Oh Sir. Oh Sir I’m going to Cum!” “Yes, naughty slut. Yes! Cum for me as I explode!”

The keening, screaming feminine noise that is flowing down the phone into my ear just makes me erupt. I roar as the cum shoots whilst I pump. I see it splattering on my stomach and over my fingers and I imagine the sight of her as she explodes too.

“Fuck Tina.” I pant

“Exactly.” She purrs back. “Thanks Pete. I needed that.”

“No Thank you. Damn woman you are hot!”

She giggles and I can visualise the blush on her cheeks.

“Pete. I’m gonna go sleep now. I feel so calm and relaxed and…you don’t mind do you?”

“Of course not, love. Sweet dreams.”

And I don’t mind. I’ll crawl into bed myself I think. God that was good.

Why do I still feel so empty though?