sound would echo through the dark room. I’d lift you, lift you up by your legs, and carry you to the bed with my pants at my ankles, again, making it hard for me not to trip.”
“You’d try to step out of them and we would laugh then our eyes would meet again…intense and daring.”
“Slowly I’d lower you onto the bed, sliding over you. I’d trace you with one finger as you watched wanting to be fully undressed, but I make you wait. I watch your nipples rise. Your torso greets me, your lips moan. When I feel you’ve been teased enough I’d finish devouring you as I promised.”
“I love a man that keeps his promises. Where would you start?”
“With your toes. I’d work my way up to your lips then I’d work my way back down to your toes. Not an inch of you will be left unkissed or unloved, darling.”
“Not an inch huh? ” Wow. I cleared my throat. Plus he called me darling. Wow.
He asked for more pictures. I obliged. I admit it wasn’t easy to get in some of those positions to give him different angles of my now not so sexy feeling body. I was quickly becoming uncomfortable with the whole idea of sharing. Now mind you it felt naughty, amazingly naughty, but it gave me that ‘oh my gosh I really look like that from this point of view’ thought that had me embarrassed to ever have sex with someone again! My camera phone was mean and refused to hide anything displeasing so I panicked. I now understand why when someone told me, “a woman should ride high on a horse if she wants to look her best!” I argued my point of refusal with him as he tried his best at convincing me to still do so. The more I declined the more pictures of his monster appeared on my phone as if seeing the red swollen eye would be such a turn on that it would make me cave and return the favor.
“Oh, baby, you are so hot!”
“Thank you. You are too.”
“You are so beautiful!”
“Thank you.”
“Please show me more!”
“I’m trying.”
“I want you so bad. Wish you were here right now.”
“Me too. I bet you are warm.”
“I’d warm you up quick.”
“Yes, you would.”
“Come bounce on me.”
“I’d rather sit on your lap filling your lungs with the breath of my air.”
“Huh?”
“Deep kisses silly. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?”
“One eye opened. One eye closed,” he answered.
“Love it! Wish you were here with me now.”
“Me too. I’d ruin you.”
“How so?”
“Be the one you could never get enough of. Fulfill every desire you had ever imagined. Make you forget about every man you had ever been with. Make you beg me for more. Never leave you lonely, ever. Be the one who takes you off that dating site.”
“You would do that?” I wished I could meet someone that would do that.
“I would. Would you want me to?”
“I would.”
“It’s not all about the sex it’s about the connection. I long for it.”
“Yeah, so do I. So do I.”
“So send me another pic then.”
“Another? Of what?”
“Of you beautiful. Then one of your smile.”
Those were words
“You’d try to step out of them and we would laugh then our eyes would meet again…intense and daring.”
“Slowly I’d lower you onto the bed, sliding over you. I’d trace you with one finger as you watched wanting to be fully undressed, but I make you wait. I watch your nipples rise. Your torso greets me, your lips moan. When I feel you’ve been teased enough I’d finish devouring you as I promised.”
“I love a man that keeps his promises. Where would you start?”
“With your toes. I’d work my way up to your lips then I’d work my way back down to your toes. Not an inch of you will be left unkissed or unloved, darling.”
“Not an inch huh? ” Wow. I cleared my throat. Plus he called me darling. Wow.
He asked for more pictures. I obliged. I admit it wasn’t easy to get in some of those positions to give him different angles of my now not so sexy feeling body. I was quickly becoming uncomfortable with the whole idea of sharing. Now mind you it felt naughty, amazingly naughty, but it gave me that ‘oh my gosh I really look like that from this point of view’ thought that had me embarrassed to ever have sex with someone again! My camera phone was mean and refused to hide anything displeasing so I panicked. I now understand why when someone told me, “a woman should ride high on a horse if she wants to look her best!” I argued my point of refusal with him as he tried his best at convincing me to still do so. The more I declined the more pictures of his monster appeared on my phone as if seeing the red swollen eye would be such a turn on that it would make me cave and return the favor.
“Oh, baby, you are so hot!”
“Thank you. You are too.”
“You are so beautiful!”
“Thank you.”
“Please show me more!”
“I’m trying.”
“I want you so bad. Wish you were here right now.”
“Me too. I bet you are warm.”
“I’d warm you up quick.”
“Yes, you would.”
“Come bounce on me.”
“I’d rather sit on your lap filling your lungs with the breath of my air.”
“Huh?”
“Deep kisses silly. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?”
“One eye opened. One eye closed,” he answered.
“Love it! Wish you were here with me now.”
“Me too. I’d ruin you.”
“How so?”
“Be the one you could never get enough of. Fulfill every desire you had ever imagined. Make you forget about every man you had ever been with. Make you beg me for more. Never leave you lonely, ever. Be the one who takes you off that dating site.”
“You would do that?” I wished I could meet someone that would do that.
“I would. Would you want me to?”
“I would.”
“It’s not all about the sex it’s about the connection. I long for it.”
“Yeah, so do I. So do I.”
“So send me another pic then.”
“Another? Of what?”
“Of you beautiful. Then one of your smile.”
Those were words
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