SM owns Twilight, I'm just taking a spin on it.

"Hi, asl?"

The question was flashing on my screen and apparently I had taken too long to type in my answer because my online stranger disconnected within seconds. It only took another few seconds for another stranger to connect with and this time I didn't waste any time with typing in "19 female Washington." There wasn't anything wrong with putting my actual specifics, right? There's no way that "21 male Illinois" could actually track me. Despite the fact that I was talking to a stranger, I didn't feel any stranger danger.

"So what brings you here?" He typed into the window. What did bring me here? I mostly wanted to have a dirty chat with someone because since my unfulfilling boyfriend dumped me last month I have only wanted to get off even more.

"Just looking for someone to chat with I guess." What a lie. No one comes here just to chat and if our common interest of "dominance" means to anything he didn't come here for a chat either.

"Just chatting" he quickly asks. I tell him the truth, I felt really turned on tonight and needed someone who could get me off with no strings attached right now. "Do you want to Skype?" pops up on my screen. Do I? I'm in a pair of pretty ratty pajama pants and a thin tank top.

"Do we have to use our camera? Is there a way to just call each other?" He answers in the affirmative and I sign into my Skype account. I quickly have a message pop up into my chat and I click to respond. I type out a quick "I'm ready when you are" and press send. As soon as I do, a call comes through from ecchi93 and I accept.

"Hello?" A deep, sultry voice comes through my headphones.

"Uh, hi there," I mumble out a little nervous and shy at the prospect that this stranger knows my deepest fantasy.

"Wow…you have a beautiful voice."

That is quite possibly the first time someone has told me that and I just want to hug him through the speaker for saying it. I've always hated my voice and a big smile crosses my face. "Oh, thank you." I know he can't see me but I'm blushing and pressing my face into my pillow. "You're voice is pretty amazing too" I get out around my pillow. His voice is probably more than amazing. Deep, sensual, if I wasn't turned on before, I would be now. His deep octave is doing things to me.

"Thank you, you're making me blush." I smile more at that, I'm glad I'm not the only one. "So…you said you were looking to chat?"

I look at the screen; a non-descript but beautiful tree is his icon for some reason. "I guess. If something more exciting comes up, I think I'll be up for it."

"Something more exciting? As in?"

"Well, if we somehow got on the topic of like, whips and chains I wouldn't be opposed."

"Whips and chains? Like you being tied to the four posts of the bed I can hear squeaking under you? Being blind folded and bound, completely open to whatever I want to do to you?" His deep rumble and description sends an unexpected moan through my lips. He chuckles and continues, "Oh, my. I see that is what you were looking for, wasn't it?" I know he can't see it but I'm nodding my head. I hope my small whimper makes him know it is.

"I thought it was. What are you doing to yourself right now?" How did he know? I mean, I guess it's not that long of a stretch given what he just said to me.

"I'm just touching my clit and rubbing my tits." I can hear his low moan in response. "What are you doing?" I don't want to be the only one getting something out of this.

"I'm thinking of you and rubbing my cock. I can see you spread open. Your pussy wet and slick, your chest heaving up and down as you pant for me to fuck you, your nipples hard as diamonds, your mouth wide open as you gasp for air, your hands bound tight above your head." I moan deeply at the image, completely at a lost for words. "You look so beautiful like that, waiting to be fucked hard and fast."

"Fuck me, fuck me," I whisper.

He chuckles a soft, dark laugh. "I will. Such a little slut, aren't you? Look at that pussy just dripping for me; waiting me to fill it with my hard cock." Even though it's just my hand in my panties I can almost feel what he's describing. I can feel the heat in my belly at just a few of his words and the tightening in my abdomen. "First I want you to beg for it."

"Please, please, please, please fuck me, sir." I have to hear what he would do to me if he were here. I have to know.

"I will. I'll fuck your slutty pussy; so wet and slick. I'll pound you into the mattress, grab your tits and pull on your nipples. Flick your clit with my thumb as I bounce you on my cock. Is that what you want?"

"God! Yes, fuck me with your cock. I want you to fill me up with your cock." How is he even doing this? My fingers almost hurt as I rub my clit. I can't touch myself fast enough. I whimper loudly and sigh as I feel my orgasm quickly approaching. Not even ten minutes and this deep-voiced stranger has me ready to cum harder than Mike did in two years. "I'm so close, I'm so close!"

"Oh, I bet you are," he moans a bit in response. "I bet your pussy is all nice and wet hearing me telling you what a slut you are, how I'll control your body and do to it what I want to do. I want you to beg to cum. You'll only be allowed to cum if I say so."

"PLEASE. Please let me cum," thank God my roommates aren't here. I'm so loud. "Please, please, please let me cum, sir! I'll do anything." My eyes are slammed shut as I work myself over. I can feel my nipples start to tighten more. My toes are curling and my legs tingle.

"Good girl, you may cum now." I moan out in appreciation and feel myself completely lost to the sweeping orgasm. From my head to my toes I'm just washed in euphoria.

A resonating "Fuck!' echoes out of my speaker. I know he just came too but I can't say anything to him. I can't even move my legs. "That was- fuck. I don't even know what that was." All I manage out is an agreeable "mmmm" and hope that tides him over for another minute or two I'm still too blissed out to do much of anything else.

After I recover from my amazing orgasm, I finally manage to speak. "That…that was so amazing. Your voice should be illegal. All of this should be illegal."

"That wouldn't stop you though, would it?" No, it wouldn't. He's completely right.

After we're both calm down, we settle into a smooth conversation that I'm still not sure how we managed to get into. In the course of the evening, we discuss college life, drinking, politics, current events, and more. I learn about his large dog named Jacob, I tell him about moving away from home to go to school though I don't tell him what school. Before too long, I see the sun peaking through my curtains and gasp. It's past 6 in the morning.

"Oh my gosh! Do you know what time it is?" I check the Skype call and we've been talking for over seven hours. I've never talked to anyone for seven hours, much less someone who I don't even know.

"Whoa…is it really that late? It's past eight here," he pauses "I can hear my parents getting up and going to work." I lightly laugh, there are people up and going to work and we're still sitting in the same place we were eight hours ago.

"Do you think we should go? I'm supposed to meet someone at ten actually…" I feel embarrassed for wanting to keep talking to him. I've had so much fun not only the "dirty talk" with him but just chatting about nothing too.

"I guess so…Uhm, do you want to do this again sometime?" For the first time this entire conversation I can hear some hesitation in his voice. Maybe I'm not the only one who enjoyed this.

"I'd love to."