Oh my. I do love a good twitter crush.
I love to scroll down my timeline and see their name flash up and make me smile. Their tweet is clever *grins*! It makes me smile to see who else likes what they have said.
I might possibly check their tweets, see what they have been up to… oh god. I sound like a stalker!
Not at all, honestly!
In My Defense…!
However I will stand by my twitter crushes… there have been a few. There is only one who knows they are the object of my social media desires.. I now call her a friend, she is not only on my naughty twitter feed but graces my normal feed too… dare I mention facebook…!
The others come and go. I see them as little flashes of lust, pockets of desire inspired by their tweets, their replies to me, in some cases their DMs.
*sigh*
I do enjoy their interactions… innocent, mostly, I have not indulged in DM text sex, not to say I haven’t had the opportunity but I have refrained… The lust, the spell remains intact whilst the relationship lives as pure fantasy and within my imagination.
Fucktoy Fantasy….
Their tweets provide me the fuel to my fire, stoking my desire, fanning those flames. They make my nipples hard as my mind wanders into their fantasy along with them, my knickers slick and my finger slide under the lace, pushing down into my delicate and (by now) slippery folds.
I like to become the imaginary focus of their lust. I close my eyes and recall their words. To be honest the majority of my twitter crushes have been Dominant, Sadistic men… the occasional Domme, #FucktoyFriday normally breaks my resolve as I read back their desires, their ficticious and most probably factual 140 character tales….
Oh, my fingers are gently flicking my clit, building my orgasm gently as I scroll down their tweets. I work my way into their story, I feel the emotion they portray their sub to experience, I press harder and grind against my own skin feeling the slipperiness as I glide up and down my fist.
I find a tweet which makes me groan. I stick with it as I let myself slide into imaginary depravity as my twitter crush binds and whips me, forces my face into the dirt and fucks my ass hard as he makes me tell him I am his little cum slut, worthless, his whore…..
*shiver*
I beg for my orgasm, my affinity for role play taking on a strength of its own as he denies me until I am in frenzied state of arousal. I imagine permission is granted as my orgasm erupts spilling over me, consuming me as I twist and turn. My face contorts as I enjoy the tightening spasms rippling through my core.
I lie still and recover thinking of my twitter crush.
To tweet or not to tweet……
Sometimes I even think about telling them they are the object my desire…. But then that is the beauty of a twitter crush.
It is a secret fantasy.
It hurts nobody - As long as it remains my secret.
The only person likely to be hurt is the person who holds the crush if it is unreciprocated….. This is where I am lucky, Sir knows I crush often. He is not threatened by my twitter crushes. In fact I know he harbours one or two himself!
This is my fantasy land, nothing more, nothing less.
I do love a good twitter crush, it really brightens a grey Monday morning 
Lily xxx
Oh and just as I was redeeming myself, I came across this piece in today’s Huffington Post… Well worth a read!
