My phone buzzes and lights up on my bedside table, disturbing me from a light doze.
- You up?
I can't help but smile at the sight of your name, even though I was trying to sleep and technically no, I am not up. But do you think I might be sitting around waiting to hear from you? I debate putting the phone back on the table and turning over to go back to sleep. But it buzzes again.
-Wanna fuck around?
God, do I. I really do. I type:
-Hey
-Yeah, okay.
I shift around in my blankets a little, already getting a bit turned on. I don't really know you but we've had a few of these conversations and they are, frankly, really hot.
-What are you wearing, gorgeous?
I'm in a tank top and shorts, but I think about telling you I'm in a matching set of lacy panties and a peekaboo bra, or a silky robe, or something sexy. Instead, I type:
-Tank top and shorts
-It's hot here in my bed
It always takes me a minute to get into the sexy talk.
There's a pause and I can see the text bubble.
-Why don't you take something off then?
I laugh at this. I knew it was coming. These conversations of ours aren't terribly original, but they do something for me that watching porn or listening to smutty audiobooks doesn't. And there's no worrying about condoms, STIs, bad breath or hygiene, or who pays the cheque. No awkward conversation about staying over afterwards.
I never know when the messages will come from you; sometimes, I send the first one, and you usually respond as quickly as I do. We seem to have a sense of when each other is available. It's possible that one of these times, I will send you a message and you won't respond. But that won't be any worse than being ghosted by someone on the apps.
I type:
-Why don't you take it off for me?
The text back is fast.
-I put my hands under your tank top and feel your beautiful breasts
-Your nipples are hard already, baby
-Let me take this off you so I can suck on your nipples
A shiver goes through me and my nipples get hard, for real. I run one hand over my breast and consider taking off my tank top. I type:
-Oh god, that feels good
And it does. I can imagine you bent over my body, taking my nipple into your mouth and sucking, pulling my tank top up, and I'm helping you pull it over my head, tossing it to the side while you feel my breasts, run your hands up the sides of me, roll my nipple with your fingers, lick between my breasts. I type:
-Tell me more
A text pops up immediately. You were already thinking of what would come next.
-I kiss you
-Your lips open and I touch your tongue with mine
-My tongue explores your mouth
-My hands roam your sexy body, feeling every delicious curve
-Your breasts are so amazing
I feel my face warm at this. My breasts are amazing, although you will never know that. But they are my favorite part of my body, and my number one erogenous zone. If you touch my nipples, it is like dialing a direct line to my pussy.
I type:
-Kiss my neck
You come back with:
-I know you like that, baby
-I kiss up your neck to your chin
-Gentle kisses and licks as my hands hold you
-You can feel my cock getting hard next to you
-Is your pussy wet?
My pussy is very wet. I want you to put your fingers there and feel my desire, gently run your fingers up and down my folds, feeling my swollen lips and finding my clit. I type:
-My pussy is so wet for you, baby
-I reach out and grab your cock
-It's so hard and big, and wet at the tip
There is no text bubble for a moment so I picture what you are probably doing. Your hand is gripping your shaft, stroking yourself. I imagine you naked; tall, muscular, dark hair, maybe a bit of a scruffy beard. I know you are a little younger than I am, or I think you are, anyway. Maybe you have some gray in your hair? Maybe a few lines at the corners of your eyes. But more importantly, you have a beautiful cock and large hands, arms streaked with veins, maybe a tattoo or even a couple. You look like whatever I want you to look like.
A voice note pops up. My heart beats a little faster. I press play. Wet sounds and moaning fill the air for a few seconds and my body reacts to them as though you are here in the room with me. I can feel my clit swelling and sensitive. I peel off my shorts, kicking them down to the bottom of my bed. My phone buzzes in my hand.
-You want to put it in your mouth?
-I love it when you suck my cock
-There's precum dripping off me
-Taste it, baby
I let out a little moan and put my finger on my clit and rub. I am so wet, so fucking turned on that I want to abandon you and just make myself come. But it's not as much fun to play with you when I've already finished. I type:
-Yes, please
-I lick the tip, just the tip
-I take your cock in my mouth
-I take it so deep
-You taste so good
The text bubble bounces for a second. I have one hand on my pussy, and my eyes glued to my phone.
-Oh, that's so good
-You're so good
-God you're beautiful with my cock in your mouth
-Mmmm
The praise makes me rub my clit faster. I love to be told I'm beautiful.
You have no idea what I actually look like. You've asked me to send photos, but I didn't. I won't. This is better if we can imagine each other, I think. You can picture me as the size, shape and colour you want in a lover, with the breasts you like, the eye color you like, the curves in the places that make you horny.
I type: