Tales from the Salacious Memoirs: The Old Gal

As always, a true story from my salacious memoirs. It’s totally NSFW in case you were wondering. Enjoy!

I met Carla online many years ago in an AOL chatroom for locals that was hosted by another friend for whom I’d done many computer repairs. Carla had asked several computer-related questions in the room and as the room’s resident IT guru I had chimed in to answer them. We eventually began chatting one-on-one after 45 minutes or so in order to keep from monopolizing the group chat. She told me she was 56 years old, married, a grandmother, and lived in a neighboring town about 45 minutes away. For the next 2 years our infrequent chats were strictly computer-related. She eventually told me that she worked from 4pm to 3am four days a week so we would usually “schedule” our chats to happen during the afternoon after she had gotten up but before she had to start getting ready for work. Occasionally on one of her days off I would happen to catch her online or on the occasional morning if she had stayed up after working the night before. From time to time she would sign on and say “hi” while I was in the middle of a masturbation session, which is where this particular story begins.

One day Carla popped up online while I was well into one of my occasional long masturbation sessions, the kind I like to have about once a month or so. She noticed after a while that my chat responses were far shorter and much more infrequent than they typically were and somehow thought that she had said or done something to upset me. I…