The flurry of steamy pictures and sexy texts is too much. I can’t take it any more. I’m shutting my door… now.
THIS is why I’ve never dipped into online relationships. Yes, I know you can specify location on dating sites. But I’ve never been on a dating site. We didn’t meet that way—it was an accident really—especially considering that he lives states away. And the distance is driving me mad. I want him here. Now. Or me there. Now.
I want him to bend me over my desk, hitch up my skirt, move my panties out of the way and take me from behind. I want my mouth open in silent scream as he brings me to a raging orgasm in seconds, my fluids racing down my thighs. I want to flip around, drop to my knees and shove his erection in my mouth, take it down my throat and watch his head tilt back as he grips my shoulders to keep from collapsing. I want the pleasure to be so great for him that it is borderline torture. Because that’s how I feel right now. Tortured with need.
Or at least that’s how I’ll feel for the next two minutes. And then I’ll open my door.