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At first I wondered you’d be the perfect fling… nothing serious, no strings attached. You live a little too far away for us to see each other too often. Aaaand maybe you’re too young for me, but I just liked looking at you… And I liked the way you kissed me on our first date. I liked the way you bit my lip. I liked the way you squeezed my waist when you pulled me in for a deeper kiss. I liked how small I felt, enveloped in your arms, and I liked leaving you wanting more. “Come up to my house next time,” you said before we parted methods. “I want to take you to dinner.” Then you leaned in close, your breath tickling my ear, and whispered “Then I want to take you home and keep you up all night.” I felt my heart beat faster again.

One week went by with a flurry of texting “Will you send me another picture of yourself? I like looking at you.” I asked. My phone buzzed a minute later with a picture of you… half naked. Showcasing your chisled chest and all your tattoos… and my favorite part of your lower abs that build that “V” shape, right down to where the picture cuts off; leaving me to my imagination of what your cock might look like. I want to touch the man in these pictures. I want to breathe you in and know your scent. I want to run my tongue down your body and find the sweet, salty taste of your sweat.

My fantasy is interrupted by a text from you “I can’t stop thinking about you.” I reread your message again and felt that flip-flop feeling in my stomach. I get this feeling every time you text me. I actually gave you your own ringtone so now every time I get a message from you I get wet. I’ve set myself up just like Pavlov’s dogs. Right on cue, you text me again…. aaaaand I’m wet. It’s late enough that you know my daughter’s asleep. And you know that I’m home alone while my husband’s on a work trip. I read your last text, “What are you wearing”, and deciding to have a little fun I reply “Nothing”.
“Show me” you write back. My pussy starts throbbing when you direct me like this. I love it when you tell me what to do. It’s like I have a primal need to please you. I quickly lift my shirt up over my head and slide out of my yoga pants, kicking them under the kitchen table. Setting my phone up against the vase of flowers I snap a shot of my naked body and send it to you. “Good girl” you reply, and my body shudders with pleasure… like I at all times do when you tell me I’m a good girl.
“I want to know what you would do if I was there at your house with you right now. And I want to know that you’re touching yourself.”
My nipples get hard and I lower my hand down between my thighs… I start to trace a circle around my clit then gently squeeze my lips between the length of my fingers. I stroke my sweet little clit a few more times before replying,

“I would want to taste you first… roll my tongue around the head of your cock… lick up and down the sides of your shaft. My lips rubbing and kissing the length of you. I love licking and sucking you. I love the way you fill up my mouth. I turn around and bend over, my ass in the air, offering myself up for you to taste me. You reach for my hips, pulling me back toward you and bring your mouth down onto my glistening lips. I begin to moan. Little whimper moans. Your tongue licking me… getting me wetter and wetter. Edging me closer and closer to cumming. You lift your mouth up for a moment to see how I’m aching for your cock… dripping wet… arching my back… still whimpering…”

[If you’d like to hear this in my own voice, here I am!](

NSFW: yes

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