Danger! Danger! You’re about to jack-off to a twitter friend.

I’m weird, I guess?

I can look at a woman and think: She’s beautiful, sexy, smart, wonderful, killer body. But I’m not turned on by her - sexually. I can understand that other men (and women) would be, but for me, personally - there’s nothing there.

Yesterday I found myself getting bored after watching a couple old episodes of ‘No Reservations’ on the internet. I tweeted around a bit, read a book, then tweeted some more. While tweeting I wanted to check out one of my twitter friends – Daisy Danger – she’s an amazing erotic blogger/writer and a really cool person, who I enjoy shooting the breeze with on this particular social media platform.

I went over to her blog – daisydanger.com – I was roaming through her exciting, sexual stories and quit enjoying myself (not in ‘I’m pleasuring myself kind if way’ you pervs!), but I wanted to hear her voice – Daisy puts out these great podcasts, and there is just something about her voice, a heavy American accent that drives me wild (once again, no self-gratification here).

I’ve always had a thing for the heavy American accent, the ones from Texas, New York. The southern ones from New Orleans or Atlanta – so hot! Most people have the same thing about French, Italian or british accents, not me, I’m into the American.

I put on a story, one that I’ve listened to before, I leaned back into the chair and was enjoying myself, relaxing on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Then it happened. It wasn’t so much the story as it was Daisy’s voice that turned me on, but within seconds I was struggling with a raging hard on! I’ve never met Daisy, never talked to her directly, never even seen a picture of her that would tell me what she really looks like, but there I was getting turned on by her voice and her voice alone.

I felt kind of a shamed of myself … Our conversations on Twitter are not really of a sexual nature, there’s no flirting and usually (until now) I didn’t really think of her this way – I wasn’t even thinking of her in a sexual way now, but her voice. Oh my god her voice!

I said to myself ”fuck it!” and unzipped. Fifteen minutes of angry masturbation followed, that then ended with a very messy climax and lots of heaving breathing.

Then came a awkward feeling of guilt. But it passed and a feeling of calm - and one of thankfulness - replaced it.

Check out Daisy Dangers blog here http://daisydanger.com/