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…
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 gotten quiet. I miss our late-night conversations. Hearing your voice. Watching you smile. But I know how to get your attention.
I’ll leave you a message. Here, where I know you’ll see it. I’ll tell you how I want you to kiss me, where I want you to touch me. I’ll tell you how I ache for the feel of your skin, how I want you here with me right now.
I wonder where you’re off to. I know, you won’t tell me. You like to keep me guessing…
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?”
The package you sent arrived today. I read your instructions and still have doubts this will work. While your program installs I slip out of my robe and put on the bits of black lace that fell from the box. There are no wires to be seen but the fabric feels… charged.
My monitor flashes as the game opens. I feel a faint humming along my skin as I sit down. You’ve already signed in and your avatar finds mine. We start to play.
You lead me to a secluded spot and turn to face me. The avatar raises his hand. I gasp as the lace comes alive. My nipples harden and shivers chase across my chest every time your hands move in my direction.
Every magic spell you cast sends current through me like your caress. I can’t help squirming in my chair. A new character walks into our game. I almost resent the intrusion until your avatar draws his sword.
I hope the intruder dies slowly…
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
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. And let’s face it, as much as we like to say we don’t judge people based on how they look, we do.
So what is sexy? Can you define it in so many words? Do you know it when you 
see it? A lot of different things can make a person sexy. Their actual physical appearance, their clothes, attitude. Sometimes it’s just a name, or their accent. Intelligence can be very sexy. So can strength when it’s not being misused.
In our modern age the media likes to tell us what we are supposed to think is sexy. Now admittedly, the nation I call home does have issues with weight. But nobody has gotten it right in a long long time. Back when choosing a mate made a difference on how well fed you were, you wanted someone who looked well fed and strong enough to keep you fed, too.
Me and my gym trainer are the only ones who know the number on my own scale. The number itself is not as important as the state of my health and mental health. 
Not all skinny people are happy. Neither are all pretty people. And not all fat people are jolly.
As you start your week, take a look in the mirror and find something you truly love about yourself. Celebrate it. Appreciate it. Then go out and do the same for someone else. What you project is what you get back from other people. Like ripples on a pond. Sexy is as sexy does…
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