ME: I hope you are having a good day @ work. I'm looking forward to dinner with the Andersons.
Her: Me too, we are on for 7:00, Sheri made reservations
ME: Tie?
Her: No, but long sleeve shirt
ME: I want to take a pill before we go.
Her: Seriously? We don't have time.
Me: I want to make time.
Her: Why?
Me: Because I want to be dripping down your thigh as we walk into the restaurant. I want you to catch your breath from tenderness when you sit down. I want to shake his hand with your fragrance on my skin. When you and Sheri inevitably visit the restroom together, I want her to see you wiping yourself clean.
Her: You are disgusting.
I know you think that, that's why I'll never send this text.
4 comments:
Mmmm. so hot! The universe is so perverse... you wanting to text her, me desperate for texts from him... both of us with the person we can't text with! Harrumph.
The world is a sad and cruel place, full of beauty and tenderness, longing and loss at the same time.
Even if it is disgusting, sometimes it's a turn on just to turn on your partner. Isn't it?
I love the idea of someone’s desire to wear “me” like I desire to wear “them”. That my sexual essence is more than just sticky goo in her panties but a warm reminder of our passion. You should send the text…what could be?
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