I used to think internet relationships were a load of bull, nothing real, just disillusioned, hormone driven teenagers fooling themselves, telling themselves they were in love. But this one was different, Joe was different. I’ve never had an internet relationship before, not had many relationships at all. I don’t find myself attractive, though I receive many compliments. I’m often told I have a nice figure. I must admit I am slim, and I receive many admirations about my breasts which, although small, are well proportioned with large, pink nipples. I have a small, tight arse, which goes well with my figure. My pussy is pink and shaved but left with a little stubble. I am a brunette with long, thick luscious hair, which matches perfectly with my dark green eyes.

Joe was a sex god, long, black hair that reaches his shoulders, which I just yearn to run my hands through as I kiss him passionately. He has the most beautiful bright blue eyes, which look almost unnatural. His slight chubbiness just makes my body lust for him more, wanting him to hug and hold me and kiss me, make me feel safe in his arms.

MSN pinged and my attention was brought back to the real world (in my mind I was slowly undressing Joe). Ah, Joe had just signed in. It was four PM there, these time differences came in handy, my grandmother was safely upstairs in bed, oblivious to the horniness of the teenager downstairs, and his mother was at work. But Canada seems so far away, how I longed for us to be together. We will be, one day. Nine months and I was going to Canada.