I’m a closet slut, that’s what I call myself. No matter how many times I try to go out and just let some good-looking guy pick me up I always chicken out and leave alone. My vibrators were getting lots of use, but it wasn’t enough. I needed real cock, and I needed it fast. I called up one of my girlfriends, Shauna. She was exasperated with me. She’d tried setting me up with several of her male friends, each time without success. This time she wasn’t biting. “No way Charlene, you have to find one on your own. I suggest you try Easydater. It’s worked for me in the past.” Then Shauna hung up. I was on my own. I went online to check out this site Easydater. It was a dating site, with all kinds of options. I knew I didn’t want a relationship but I felt like such a slut picking a discreet encounter or casual sex category. I finally decided to try erotic chat, and went from there. After I’d finished my profile I browsed the men in my area. There were tons, some I even thought I’d recognized through Shauna’s blind dates for me. Then I found a guy that caught my eye. He was sexy/ugly in a 90’s kind of way, and his profile turned me on. I emailed him and he replied the next day. We chatted online for hours and even waved at each other through our digital cameras. Within a week Shakey and I were having online mutual masturbation sessions. He drooled over assembly of mechanical love devices. “I’d love to use that one on you while you suck my cock,” he drooled one particularly intense night. I’d been using Cockula, my 13 inch life-like electric dildo with fleshy lips to stimulate my clit while in use. If I was ever going to get laid, now was the time. I gave Shakey my number and when he called thirty seconds later I told him my address. Then I went and sat in my love swing, installed by my ex-boyfriend three years earlier. I hadn’t used it since we broke off two and a half years ago. When the doorbell rang I had butterflies in my stomach and wet lips in my panties. I let Shakey in and he grabbed me and gave me nice deep kiss. “Follow me,” I said, and led him to my play room. Shakey was suitably impressed. “Are you a professional?” he stammered while he rubbed the front of his pants. “No, I simply like to enjoy myself,” I answered, and pushed him to his knees. I’m going to like Easydater.