Saturday, September 03, 2005

Isn't Texting Great

Events seem to be taking on a life of their own.

Over the last week or so M (for that is an easier way to refer to her than just that girl) and I have been texting each other a couple of times a day.

Firstly it just started off as a way of chatting without anyone knowing about it but it lead to some interesting revelations in the way we thought about each other.

I've been getting my emotions under control and realising that the prospect of an actual relationship with M will not be possible and that my feelings for her can be better summed up as lust rather than love. When I said this to her she agreed completely. We really like each other but neither of us wish to separate from our respective partners. This doesn't mean that we are going to drop the matter.

Getting a message stating quite boldly that I was one of the few people that she wanted to shag before she died was quite a pleasant surprise. I, obviously, sent her back a message stating exactly the same thing. What followed was an exchange of messages that got increasingly sexier and sexier as the day went on.

I was sitting at my desk which is, thankfully, in a secluded part of my office waiting for a new message to come through when my phone buzzed to indicate a new message coming in.

M: I want to feel your arms around me. I want to feel them stroking my bum.
EE: I want to feel your arms around me as well. I want to feel your boobs pressing against my chest.
M: My nipples are getting hard just thinking about that. I'm getting damp.
EE: I want to feel their hardness. I can just imagine my fingers playing over them.
M: I want you inside me, I want to fuck you so badly.
EE: Just imagine my hands running over your naked body, touching each and every part of you, my tongue licking you all over.
M: Oh yes please.
EE: My tongue will run down your pussy lips, slipping inside to taste your juices, teasing your clit, sucking on it as it grows stiff with desire.
M: keep going
EE: My fingers will stroke your ass, rubbing your juices around it as my tongue continues to lick you.
EE: Faster and faster as you get nearer and nearer to climax, my fingers slipping in and out of you, you pushing down against my hand and my face.
M: That was lovely, I just had a fantastic orgasm. Thank you.
EE: My cock is so hard just thinking about you cumming.
M: LOL, we must take care of that very soon. XX

Thankfully, I had some time to recover before I left my desk. There was no way that I could walk around the office with the erection that I had. The front of my jeans looked like a tent. It would have been obvious to anyone what was there!!

I love this kind of texting.




Easily Aroused said...

There is definitely an addictive thrill in illicit messaging...

Anonymous said...

Lucky Man. I think that you should start making your preparations for discretion now - when next you meet your hands will be all over each other and lust will have its way.

Anonymous said...

If you wanted to lose your horn you could have thought of how this women/man? Looked prolly an old sack of a bitch that smelt like a sardine cannery.Or on the other hand a balding guy with bad breath.

Edinburgh Erotica said...

Our nect meeting in Starbucks was as you guessed. We couldn't take our hands off eachother which was not what the other customers expected :)

Edinburgh Erotica said...

God knows what that second anonymous comment means!!