COSMOPOLITAN · 149MY
BEST SEX
EVER WAS...
ADULT NON-FICTIONover Skype
My boyfriend and I were
very much in the ‘lust’ stage
of our relationship when we
discovered he was going to
move away. We had sex everywhere
and it was a rare occasion that
I wasn’t trussed up in full lingerie
– matching pants, bra and suspenders- for our date nights. So when he
was accepted on a university course
in Paris for a year, I was gutted. It
seemed that we hadn’t been together
long enough for us to make it work
long distance, so I just assumed we
would break up.
But he wanted us to try and make
it work by visiting each other, and
finding other ways to satisfy ourselves
while we were apart. We had been
sexting a while when he suggested
sex over Skype. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t
feel like I’d look that great on camera - mainly because when he floated
the idea I was wearing a grey hoodie,
with yellow Super Noodle stains
down the front. “Take it off,” he said,
and I obliged as he stripped off his
T-shirt (also grey, also stained). Our
matching outfits and the horrible
strip lighting in our rooms were not
sexy. I had to put a stop to it and
hung up feeling awkward, annoyed
and also really horny – the lack of
actual physical contact was really
beginning to get to me.
So a couple of days later I came
prepared: I spent the afternoon
getting ready as if I was going on
a proper night out, lit candles and
put on my favourite underwear set,
which I hid under a black bath robe.
My boyfriend had absolutely no idea
what I had in mind, and
after our initial catch-up
I flung it off. He looked
so excited that I was
turned on straight away- I hadn’t seen that
hungry look in his eyes
for months.
I began to run my
fingers down my neck,
and softly stroke my
breasts in front of him,
while describing a particularly hot
night that we’d had last time we
were together. I actually surprised
myself by how quickly I got into
it – and I didn’t feel insecure in the
slightest. Even glancing at myself
in the tiny window at the corner
of the screen didn’t put me off.
The lighting was perfect and I have
to say, I looked good.
I got so wet watching him pull
off his clothes and as he begun to
tug at himself. Sex itself is usually so
focused on the physical sensations
that I had never taken time to
appreciate how hot it is to watch
someone you know so well get
themselves off in front of you.
As we both began to reach our
climax, with each of us describing our
wildest sexual fantasies to
each other, I shut my
eyes, so I couldn’t even
see him, only hear his
heavy breathing, as he
moaned my name. The
whole thing was just
so much more sensual
than I ever could have
imagined. It wasn’t
comparable to skin-on-
skin sex, just different in
a good way. Plus, there was the added
benefit of me knowing exactly how
to bring myself to my best orgasm.
I pretended it was his hands touching
me as I came. Afterwards we both just
looked at each other – and laughed.
I think the experience surpassed both
our expectations. And we certainly
made time for plenty more Skype
sessions for the rest of the year.“I pretended it
was his hands
touching me
as I came”The key to a successful long-distance romance? A good webcam and strong wi-fi
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