"Pete, 30, self-description: 'The stallion'"

You giggle softly, as you look at Pete's profile picture. He really looks sporty and masculine, with a distinctive chin and piercing blue eyes. The list of sports he has added as hobbies is more than impressive. This guy is a machine.

[Hello Pete], you type into the personal chat box, [where does your nickname "stallion" come from? Do you have the strength and the endurance of a horse?]

Wait... when exactly did you register and set up a profile that allows you to chat? Wasn't this all about "just dreaming and browsing"? You look at the top right of the website, and your face smiles back at you. No doubt about it, you _did _fill out the registration form and the profile information. It's odd that you don't remember this. Your eyes scan your information page... you gave a perfect description of your appearance, your bust size, your style of clothing... and you ticked "Married, but searching" as your status. That's wrong! You are just about to click on the drop-down menu to change this into "Married and happy, just looking for friends", as your chat box rings softly.

[Yes, but that's not what my name is about], you read the answer from Pete. [Wanna see?]

[Yes], you type while wondering: See what? Does he have the teeth of a horse?

The box rings again. Pete has sent you a picture. It's not a picture of his teeth.

It's a picture of his dick. Full erection. And it's... it's... you had no idea those things could get _that _huge. You stare at the photo, amazed, a very, very tiny bit repelled... and very, very greatly intrigued and... and... hot. How would it even feel to touch and to be... Oh. My. God. How would it even feel to have this thing inside you? You shift uncomfortably on your chair and realize that your nipples chafe under your clothes because they just got hard.

[What are you looking for?], Pete writes.

[My husband can't satisfy me anymore], you answer. Stop. Did you just write that? Did you just send that? That's not true! Only... maybe it is. When was the last time Dave _truly _satisfied you? How could he even, when his cock is as small as it is, and there are specimens out there which are like... like THIS!?

Pete sends you a winking smiley. [We should meet], he adds. [I fill fuck you till you scream, and then some more. I will pound you until you don't know what's left or right. I fuck you so good, you can't walk the next day. But you won't mind a bit, because the memory of that night with me will put a big smile on your face for the rest of the week. I can show you what it means to be with a real man!!!]

[That would be great!], you type.

Pete sends you his address. You note it down. [Tomorrow], he writes. Then he logs off.

Your legs tremble, as you rise from your chair. You feel as horny as you haven't for ages.