Josh had won the powerball before he went to college. While he wasn't as rich as Bill Gates he didn't really want to be either. the 100 million he had won was hard enough to manage and get a decent return on his investments. He lived in a house outside the city limits that stood on 30 acres of land. When he wasn't trading on the internet he would go for a bicycle ride to stay in shape or hop online to hang out with his virtual friends, play some games, and sometimes get virtually laid.
The truth was he was a lot more experienced with virtual sex than regular sex, and while he could do just fine with the ladies, it was hard to find someone who wanted him for who he was rather than his wealth. Dating in college had been difficult, even girls who weren't looking for a rich husband would turn into a gold digger when they found out he was worth 100 million. After awhile he had given up on dating and concentrated on getting an education on business so he could turn his winning into a real fortune. Not that guys were much better. It was astonishing to see how many friends disappeared when he stopped buying the beer. No one knew he was a millionaire online, it was easier to spend time there.
Right now he was sailing ships on a pirate game he had found on Steam called Windward. It was fun, but pretty basic. His phone made a beep so he paused the game and took a look.
She had signed onto yahoo messenger. They had met on Literotica. Just casually writing sex stories together. They shared more then a few kinks. After a few months of writing stories they had exchanged yahoo IDs. Now they sexted each other almost every night, even though they still wrote sexy stories together on Lit. She wasn't his only online sex partner, he wrote with a few other ladies on lit, and she had other writing partners too, but she was the only one he had virtually collared.
Josh always got a little excited when she came online. It meant that it was going to be a fun night.
"Hello fuckmeat," he texted her, "What are you wearing?"
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OOC: Closed
The truth was he was a lot more experienced with virtual sex than regular sex, and while he could do just fine with the ladies, it was hard to find someone who wanted him for who he was rather than his wealth. Dating in college had been difficult, even girls who weren't looking for a rich husband would turn into a gold digger when they found out he was worth 100 million. After awhile he had given up on dating and concentrated on getting an education on business so he could turn his winning into a real fortune. Not that guys were much better. It was astonishing to see how many friends disappeared when he stopped buying the beer. No one knew he was a millionaire online, it was easier to spend time there.
Right now he was sailing ships on a pirate game he had found on Steam called Windward. It was fun, but pretty basic. His phone made a beep so he paused the game and took a look.
She had signed onto yahoo messenger. They had met on Literotica. Just casually writing sex stories together. They shared more then a few kinks. After a few months of writing stories they had exchanged yahoo IDs. Now they sexted each other almost every night, even though they still wrote sexy stories together on Lit. She wasn't his only online sex partner, he wrote with a few other ladies on lit, and she had other writing partners too, but she was the only one he had virtually collared.
Josh always got a little excited when she came online. It meant that it was going to be a fun night.
"Hello fuckmeat," he texted her, "What are you wearing?"
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OOC: Closed