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…
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?”
My car keys are staring at me, daring me to pick them up. I’ve already googled directions. Would have to throw a few things in a bag. No need for too many clothes. Doubtful we would make it out of the hotel room.
Your picture is taunting me, too. Want to feel your skin on mine, taste your kisses. Got to have your hands on me, watch you smile as I touch you.
You’re on cam again, tempting me with that “Come here” look in your eyes. My pulse races at the thought of it. Anticipation would be killer with the long drive. We might manage to say Hello before we tear each other’s clothes off.
I filled the gas tank already. The keys keep staring at me….
Why do I always speak to you first? Are you afraid of making that first contact? Worried I might think you actually care about me? We both know were we stand. So come on. Make a move….
Put your hands on me in a public place. Kiss the side of my neck when I’m not expecting it. Run your fingers through my hair for no apparent reason. Brush up against me when you walk past. When I turn away from you, whisper my name.
I dare you….