It is a small world take of cybersex and more

Anna and Mark met through the internet, just like many couples these days. Mark was never looking for a date or even a relationship, he was a serial wanker and couldn’t help going on the social networking sites regularly in search of the next best virtual fuck. He could use them all. He learned to say exactly what he wanted in as few characters as possible in order to get his dirty little ideas across to the willing female on the other end of his telephone line.
Before the reality of the social networking sites he usually went for webcam sex, but sadly this had become too expensive, and it was often full of girls who looked fantastic on their profile pictures, but too often turned out to be a sorry state on camera. Mark embraced the world of social networking and instant messages with both hands.
Well to be honest he learned to embrace it with one hand. The truth of the matter was that, primarily thanks to the webcam sex, he had learned to type quite quickly with one hand whilst the other one wanked him off quite furiously. Social networking allowed him to type something and imagine how it made the recipient feel to read it. This often turned him on more than the replies he received.
The virtue of these sites was that he often had access to pictures of the girl, or at least an avatar image of them. He offered his own images quite freely. He was a young, single man, only in his mid twenties, and he hadn’t a thought for who might see what he was up to; he was completely uninhibited.
He would choose an image, usually one that was a little more revealing than most; not naked or anything like that. He liked the ones that showed a bit of cleavage or perhaps a nice pair of naked legs. This allowed his imagination to do some work. He would type something like this:
Firstly I’d like to just touch your tits. Only what I can see and nothing more, just to feel their softness before I scoop them out and play with them some more.
After writing this he would imagine doing it, and he would often touch his own skin and close his eyes in order to create the illusion. Then he would imagine the woman on the other end, running her hand down between her legs and feeling beneath her panties, finding the wet pussy beneath.
He also used people he knew in his little fantasies. If an image looked a little like someone he knew (particularly someone he fancied) then he’d close his eyes and imagine that it was this person typing dirty messages to him. The horny girl in the flat downstairs was used frequently. She was used so much for this purpose that Mark often blushed when they met on the stairs, fearing that she knew exactly what sexual positions he’d had her in the night before.
And this social network wanking is how he met Anna. It was a night pretty much like any other really. Mark’s noisy, obnoxious roommate had gone out for the evening and Mark was left with the flat to himself and his cock twitching for some action. He ran out to the off licence a couple of doors away and charged back upstairs to ready himself. However as he was approaching his flat, one floor away from his front door, cock wrestling in his trousers, he bumped head-on with the sexy girl downstairs.
“Oh Shit!” He shouted, “I’m so sorry, are you alright?”
“I think so,” she replied, peeling herself off the wall, “you catching a fucking train or what?” She said, crossly.
“No, erm…” he stuttered as a reply.
“Forget it man, just slow the fuck down,” she said calmly as she walked away from him.