I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.
Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…
How will I know you’re the one?
Are you across town? Have I seen you before?
Do I go out looking for you or wait for you to find me?
Will you set sparks flying between us with the simplest of touches?
Will you surprise me, taking my breath away with a single kiss?
Will we know when we meet that there will be no others?
Will we take our time, slowly building a wall to close out the world around us?
I know you’re out there but I haven’t found you yet…
It’s been too long. Your scent overwhelms me, quickly followed by your hands trying to touch me everywhere at once. Your kisses set me on fire. Clothes won’t come off fast enough. We try to make it across the room but I stop and pull you to the floor. I free you from your jeans at the same time you realize I’m naked under my dress. We both sigh as you sink into me. I’ve been waiting for you…
You lean closer, catching my lips with your kiss. Our tongues mimic the motion of our hips. Water spills over the sides of the hot tub as you slide back into me. I’m trying to hold us both steady while your hands roam over me, teasing, adding to the heat. More bubbles splash to the deck with each thrust. You reach for my hands, pulling them above my head, and push as deep as you can go…
“…more…”
You’ve been gone so long
Too long without the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin, the taste of your lips
I need a distraction to keep the ache at bay
Something to keep me from replaying your last message just to have you in my ear
I’ve sat on my hands more than once, wishing you were close enough to touch
To run my fingers through your hair, pull you close enough to catch your lips with mine
I need to feel your breath on my skin, your body heat, the weight of you above me
I need to feed this addiction
Come back soon…
“…I think I dropped something.”
I push against your hip so you turn toward me, leaning back against the counter. My lips find the spot on your chest right in front of me and work their way down. You’re hard by the time I wrap my hands around you…
I kiss my way up your chest, teasing your nipples. Your hands are on my breasts, teasing mine. I raise my hips enough to slide you inside me. I put my hands over yours, holding them in place as I sit up and settle onto you. You brace your arms as I push against you with each stroke. I watch you while I twist my hips ever so slightly. You’re breathing hard, almost ready. I pick up speed and watch your eyes roll back. My own release starts to ripple through me as you moan my name. I feel your arms go slack and settle onto your chest. Your lips find mine while the tremors fade.
We’ve talked about meeting for weeks. The last few hours you’ve blown up my phone with all the things you want to do with me. My replies have been just as steamy. My phone chimes and I open your latest message. A picture of what you’re doing, where you want my mouth, my hands…
The caption says “Call me.” I dial your number. You’re breathless when you answer.
“I need you now…”
“I can see that.”
I hear you groan as I purr in your ear.
“What would we do when I get there? Will you be shy? Or will you be hard and ready?”
You groan again.
“Do you want me to kiss you first or just start stroking your-”
I hear you start cussing about the door. Your voice gets louder. I’m still holding the phone to my ear when you pull the door open.
“Why don’t you let me finish that for you?”
One touch makes you smile, one makes you shiver
One touch lights the fire, one strokes it higher
One touch burns the flesh, one soothes the ache
One touch leads you to the edge, one takes you over
One touch calms the burn, one lights the flame again
A girl can’t be too careful these days. If you spend much time online you know what I mean. Almost every day you hear a news story about someone who’s been scammed or kidnapped or murdered by someone they met online. There are many perils to online dating and chatting.
Chatrooms are not much good for a conversation unless you want to discuss which porn star you’re wanting to impersonate. I’ve been hit on by married men, guys with girlfriends who like to share, guys who keep in touch with former lovers just in case we don’t work out. I’ve found a few who are adamant about being single but they are only online at certain times, like when they’re at work. And let’s not forget the one who is so afraid of cyber stalking that he won’t even make up a last name. Of course, that doesn’t stop him from offering to turn on his cam and show me how much he enjoys my erotica blog.
I think I’m a fairly trusting person. Until you do something that resembles suspicious behavior. If we’ve only chatted online and you’re only on during business hours during the week, I can’t help but question if you’re actually single. Kind of hard to chat when the girlfriend or wife is home. Or do you still live in your mom’s basement?
Anything is possible. You might actually be telling me the truth and you are single, never married, no kids, with your own house and you just keep really odd hours. Just don’t get your boxers in a wad when I have enough of a sense of self-preservation to ask about your odd hours.
I’ve been attacked before, been lied to, been used as a convenience. I sure as hell will not blindly walk into any of those situations again. Does that make me sound bitchy? Untrusting? I prefer to think of it as not being gullible and naive.
I’m not looking for a little boy who wants to play head games. I know who I am and what I want and I’m not afraid to speak up. I want a man who can do the same.
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