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He rolled his chair up to his desk, woke his laptop in its dock, and signed into the Lush website. He did this several times a day when he wasn?t working, and it was always a source of?well, many things: joy, pain, hurt, friendship, anger?he almost felt like he was back in high school, wanting to be one of the cool kids again.Yet, lately, he had?well, hooked up was not quite right, but connected with a woman. A very unhappy woman, someone who was at least as lonely as he was.She said her name was Helen, and about all he knew of her was that she was divorced, thirty-two years old, and said she had red hair. He thought she lived in the Boston area, from some of the things she had said, but then again, she may have gone to college there.And she was alone, deeply, desperately alone, and unhappy. He met her when she started commenting on the stories he had written. They were thoughtful comments, insightful ? and seemed to see right into his own deeply unhappy soul. Almost as if she knew him, and all that he had been through, even though that was clearly impossible.Yet, she wouldn?t let herself be open with anyone, and she was almost violently anti-male. Her unhappy marriage and acrimonious divorce had seen to that.After her divorce, she had moved to a new town, far from where she had lived with her ex, and where she knew no one, then worked hard to make sure no one got close to her. As a result, she was now also desperately lonely. She had no one to talk to, no one she could speak to.Except him. Through his gentle persistence, and kindness to someone who was clearly suffering, she had very slowly started to open up to him.And he to her. This?cyber-relationship?had come to mean more bahis şirketleri to him than almost anything else in his life. She taught math and science at the high school level and was apparently quite good at her job. But she would go to work, come home, mark papers, do lesson prep, then come onto the website, they would connect and sometimes chat for hours. That was the sum total of her life.Lately, things had become much steamier, but not because she wanted it that way. She had been reading and commenting on stories, and found that she was experiencing things that she didn?t understand. And although he couldn?t quite remember how it had happened, she had started confiding about these sensations to him.He found himself repeatedly surprised as the conversation unfolded.~~~~~The line of text appeared in the chat window on my screen one day:?I was in the supermarket earlier and thought about one of the stories that I had just read and really liked. The strangest thing happened.??Oh, what was that???First, I felt tingly and damp?down there?and then my hips felt like they wanted to roll, and my muscles clamped tight. I was breathing hard, felt shivery, and?well, unsettled. I had to stop and just hold onto the shopping cart handle for a while until I could breathe properly again.?I sat back and wondered. That was decidedly odd. I hesitated but felt that I had to ask: ?That almost sounds like an orgasm. Did you cum in the supermarket without knowing it??There was a long pause, then?I don?t think so. But I don?t know.?My eyes widened. ?What do you mean you don?t know? Don?t you know what an orgasm feels like??There was another long pause. ?I?I?m not sure.?I leaned forward, typing furiously, bahis firmaları ?Why aren?t you sure??Again she hesitated before replying.?As far as the troll was concerned, the only reason to have sex was so he could cum. He didn?t care what happened to me, or what I felt.??You were married for?what? Nine years? Do you mean to tell me you never had an orgasm in all that time??I waited.?I?m?so embarrassed. I?I can?t talk about this.?I took a deep breath. This was almost certainly a turning point in our relationship, so I gambled.?Helen, please don?t be embarrassed. If anyone should be embarrassed, it?s that asshole of an ex-husband. How dare he please himself at your expense! It?s not your fault. Please believe me, Helen, it?s NOT YOUR FAULT!?After what seemed like forever, ?I need to go.??Chat tomorrow?? I typed as quickly as I could ? but she was gone.~~~~~?I?m so sorry I disappeared on you. Please forgive me.I exhaled, relieved that she had come back after yesterday?s abrupt departure. I had been afraid that she would disappear and never communicate with me again. ?It?s okay, Helen. There?s nothing to forgive. I?m on your side, remember? I only want what?s best for you.??Do you really think I might have had an orgasm??I blew out my breath. ?It sure sounded like it from the way you described it. May I ask some questions???About?that???Yes, about your physical reactions.??Oh, okay. I?m just?very embarrassed.??There?s no need to be embarrassed, Helen. You have done nothing wrong.?I guessed that she was uncertain about whether she wanted to proceed, then:?Okay, go ahead.??Did you have any orgasms before you met the troll???I don?t know.?I sat back and thought. ?Did you have kaçak bahis siteleri intercourse before you met him?? I was deliberately using formal terms rather than the blunter, more common Anglo-Saxon ones.?This is so embarrassing. Yes, I did, but??I waited for what seemed like forever, then, ?I had sex with a few boys I worked with as a lifeguard?I leaned forward to type something, but before I could decide what to say, her next line appeared.?But I didn?t like it!!!?I sat for a moment. ?May I ask why not??I could tell she was hesitating, then her response came through: "Let's just say they were assholes about the whole situation."I waited again.??It might have been my fault, I don't know. Maybe I was trying to be someone I know I am not. Either way, it has stuck with me and...I just cant get past it.?I was shocked, and not sure what to say, then:?I?m such a slut. I?m so ashamed.?I immediately leaned forward. ?No, Helen, you are NOT a slut. You were, and are a victim. They were just fast-talking you into having sex. You are NOT a slut, and never have been.?There was a long silence.?Helen??Silence again, and I was beginning to worry. ?I?m here. I?m sorry. This is?hard for me.??I know. But please, believe me, you have done nothing wrong, but the men in your life certainly have. They are at fault, not you.??Do you really think so???Yes, absolutely. But what happened to you in the supermarket is a good thing. It means you are taking your own body back, that it is yours again.??What do you mean???I mean that you came on your own, and for your own enjoyment. You are reclaiming ownership over your own body. Your reading of erotic stories is awakening your body to its sexual potential.??Do you think so???Yes, I do.??I?I can?t talk about this anymore tonight. Thank you so much, Marcus. Good night.?~~~~~At the usual time the next day, right after she got home, she appeared on my screen.?Marcus? Are you there??