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?”