Thursday, January 5, 2012

A result of a challenge

Someone on lit challenged or made up a contest  asking people to write a story, this was mine...

C was excited. She was also worried, anxious, nervous, tense and just plain shaking in her boots. However, mostly she was excited. She could not believe she was doing this. She could not believe she was actually going to meet him.
It has all started almost innocently, I say almost because posting revealing pictures online was not exactly innocent. C had come across the site by accident, if you can call searching for porn accidental. Intrigued by the pictures in the AmPic section, C had kept going back. This was not your normal porn site. For a start it was free, it had thousands of stories and a forum. It was the forum that kept her coming back.
The people who posted didn't seem like your normal porn posters, they appeared to be everyday people. The good part, the part that C liked was that it was not just looking at pictures. The posters responded to comments, they actually talked to those that looked at their pictures. Plus there were men as well as women posting. C had not expected that.
Now things had progressed way beyond what she had expected. Her first posts had been innocent enough. If they had been posted on Facebook they would not have been reported. However, slowly things had progressed and clothes had been discarded. Slowly she revealed more and more of herself to the camera's undiscerning eye.
The followers of her thread had not been undiscerning, in fact it was their feedback that had encouraged her. It was the comments and the appreciation of her that had made it easier and easier to post.
Oh she knew she was not the most beautiful poster, she knew that others had larger followings but she had hers. She had those that posted to every image, she had the ones that PM'd her with compliments and suggestions, not all of which were appreciated, but the fact that they took the time to view and comment please C.
It was the PM's that had led to today. To be precise it was one of the PM's that had led to today. It had started out just like any other PM complimenting her on her looks. It had described what the sender would love to do to her. C had responded in a polite way as she had done to most PM's. This one, however, resulted in another PM with questions about her likes and dislikes. So it went for almost a month, daily PM's, not just about the pictures now. They talked about things outside of the forums. They talked about their fantasies, they talked about their lives.
Then had come the PM that suggested using yahoo to chat. C was reluctant at first but when it was suggested that she create a new account under her forum name she relented and went ahead. Now they could chat outside of the forums and their conversation blossomed. They linked news items, they chatted about what photo's she should post. They talked about life, loves and romance.
Of course things progressed and it was C that suggested the voice connection available in yahoo. Now they could talk without typing, now they could chat as they surfed the web. They could share more, they could be more together.
His voice was deep, it still sent a shiver of excitement through C when she remembered that first word he spoke into her ear. A simple “hello.” Her knees had turned to jelly,
Then of course came the camera, face to face discussions over the distance that separated them. Hundred of miles apart they stared into each others eyes. They had been nervous at first but soon they chatted daily on camera. It even became the norm for him to advise and suggest poses for the pictures she posted. The photography sessions were C's favorites, he encouraged her to be more adventurous.
The photography session led to other things, her first experience of 'cyber'.
Now, today, this every afternoon C was going to do something she would not have thought possible only 6 months previously. Now, today, this every afternoon C was going to meet a man at a motel.
Putting on her coat C walked out to her car.

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