Long Distance, Dirty Texts

The rain hammered against the windows of my temporary office, a relentless, gray soundtrack to my solitude. It had been weeks since I’d seen her, weeks of sterile hotel rooms and lukewarm coffee, a stark contrast to the warmth and intimacy we shared. The digital connection had become a lifeline, a desperate attempt to bridge the miles and maintain a semblance of normalcy. Our clandestine meetings, fueled by lust and longing, were conducted through encrypted messaging apps, the thrill of the forbidden adding another layer of excitement to our already intense desire.

Tonight, the air hung heavy with anticipation. The thought of sending a suggestive image had been swirling in my mind for hours, a delicious torture that only intensified my cravings. I scrolled through my phone, searching for the perfect photo, one that would ignite her passion and remind her of the pleasure we’d shared. Finally, I settled on a recent one, taken during a particularly passionate encounter – a candid shot of her completely uninhibited, her body arched and writhing with delight.

I hesitated for a moment, sending it over, then quickly typed out my message: “Well hello there.”

Her response was immediate, a burst of digital fire. “Feeling a little frisky tonight?” she replied, her words dripping with playful invitation. “Maybe missing some warmth and snuggles.”

A shiver ran down my spine. The thought of her, her scent, her touch, all brought on a wave of heat. “Me too,” I typed back, unable to resist the urge to confess my own desires. “Bob will have to do for you for now.”

Her laughter echoed through the chat. “Bob can’t cuddle my boobs,” she retorted, a hint of playful challenge in her tone. “No but he can do other things to other parts that could distract you from your boobs.”

A wicked grin spread across my face. The suggestion was both provocative and utterly enticing. I typed back, savoring the anticipation, “No but he can do other things to other parts that could distract you from your boobs.”

Her reply was swift and unapologetic: “Just send it over.”

With a surge of adrenaline, I attached the photo, a visual testament to our shared desire. As I hit send, I felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability. The risk of exposure, the potential consequences, weighed heavily on my mind, but the pull of her attention, the promise of her pleasure, was too strong to resist.

Her response was immediate and overwhelming. “Oh my god,” she typed, her words infused with pure lust. “You’re a tease.”

I chuckled, sending a winking emoji to emphasize my intentions. “You’re going to make me horny again…”

“Go to bed you have work lol,” she replied, her tone playful and teasing. “I’m confused. Are you trying to say your foxy?”

“I meant fix that then,” I clarified, sending a heart emoji to show my affection. “Love you. lays head on your chest and gives you a “hand””

Her response was a flurry of digital affection. “Miss you too. And your boobs (winky face).”

The thought of her lips on my skin, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, sent shivers down my spine. “Counting down the days,” I typed, desperate to bridge the gap between us. “Your going to make me horny again…”

“Well fox that then,” she replied, her words dripping with playful defiance. “*fix*”

Confusion washed over me. Her message was cryptic, unsettling. Was she referring to something specific, a shared secret, a hidden desire? The ambiguity only heightened my intrigue.

“I’m confused. Are you trying to say your foxy?” I typed, desperate for clarification.

“I meant fix that then,” she confirmed, her words laced with urgency. “Love you. lays head on your chest and gives you a “hand””

The image of her head resting on my chest, her hand gently caressing my skin, filled me with a sense of longing and desire. I missed her warmth, her touch, her presence in my life. “But you are foxy,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to express my admiration. “I miss you giving me a “hand””

Her response was a mix of pleasure and frustration. “I have no pants on and this blanket is quite warm,” she admitted, her words dripping with suggestive invitation. “No pants eh? Slips a hand down your undies”

A wave of heat surged through my body as I imagined her hand exploring my private parts, teasing and tantalizing. “Tightens and squirms,” she continued, her words fueling my fantasies. “Hehe what’s the matter? Been too long.”

“Yes. Gently rubs your lips, parting them to reveal your clit,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to describe my own arousal. “Turns, squirms and whines.”

The thought of her tongue tracing the delicate curves of my clitoris, sending shivers of pleasure through my body, was almost unbearable. “Kisses you and gently starts slowly stroking your clit,” I typed, surrendering to my desires. “Reaches hand back and rubs your penis while trying to focus”

Her response was a mix of anticipation and excitement. “Squirms at your touch and rubs a little faster,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “Arches, moans”

I continued to stroke her clitoris, lost in the moment, completely immersed in her pleasure. “Kisses you deeply,” I typed, savoring the feel of her lips on my skin. “Deep inhale”

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. My senses were heightened, my body responding to her every touch, her every moan. “Fingers your g-spot. Kisses you deeply,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to describe my own pleasure. “Moves hip to match rhythm”

Her body arched, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Hey don’t make a mess on the bed,” she whispered, her voice filled with urgency. “Why not? Kisses your neck.”

The thought of her neck, her hair, her skin, filled me with an uncontrollable desire. “Nope! hits your g-spot again,” I typed, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Squirts and squirms. Grabs your beard for more kisses”

Her grip on my beard was firm, her kisses deep and passionate. “Hehe what’s the matter? Been too long,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “Yes. Gently rubs your lips, parting them to reveal your clit”

The combination of her kisses, her touch, and her moans was driving me wild. “Turns, squirms and whines,” she replied, her voice barely audible. “Kisses you and gently starts slowly stroking your clit”

My hand moved down her body, exploring every inch of her skin, seeking her pleasure. “Kisses you deeply,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to describe my own arousal. “Deep inhale”

Her body arched in response, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Fingers your g-spot. Kisses you deeply,” I typed, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Moves hip to match rhythm”

“Hey! Don’t you make a mess lol slides finger down from your clit to your hole to see if you are wet,” she replied, her words dripping with suggestive invitation. “No pants eh? Slips a hand down your undies”

The image of her hand exploring my private parts, teasing and tantalizing, filled me with a sense of anticipation. “Tightens and squirms,” she continued, her words fueling my fantasies. “Nope! hits your g-spot again”

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. My senses were heightened, my body responding to her every touch, her every moan. “Squirms at your touch and rubs a little faster,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Arches, moans”

“But you are foxy,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to express my admiration. “I miss you giving me a “hand””

Her response was a mix of pleasure and frustration. “I have no pants on and this blanket is quite warm,” she admitted, her words dripping with suggestive invitation. “Well fox that then,” she replied. “*fix*”

Confusion washed over me. Her message was cryptic, unsettling. Was she referring to something specific, a shared secret, a hidden desire? The ambiguity only heightened my intrigue. “I’m confused. Are you trying to say your foxy?” I typed, desperate for clarification.

“I meant fix that then,” she confirmed, her words laced with urgency. “Love you. lays head on your chest and gives you a “hand””

The image of her head resting on my chest, her hand gently caressing my skin, filled me with a sense of longing and desire. “But you are foxy,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to express my admiration. “I miss you giving me a “hand””

Her response was a mix of pleasure and frustration. “I have no pants on and this blanket is quite warm,” she admitted, her words dripping with suggestive invitation. “No pants eh? Slips a hand down your undies”

“No pants eh? Slips a hand down your undies,” she whispered, her words dripping with suggestive invitation. “No pants eh? Slips a hand down your undies”

The heat intensified, as my body writhed in anticipation. “You’re going to make me squirt,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. “Hey don’t make a mess on the bed.”

“Why not?” I typed, unable to resist the urge to question her. “Kisses your neck.”

Her grip tightened on my beard, her kisses deep and passionate. “Grab your shoulders,” she commanded, her voice filled with desire. “Don’t tease, come on in.”

The moment of truth had arrived. I leaned in closer, surrendering to her touch, her scent, her heat. “Teases you with the tip anyway, then enters,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to describe my own arousal. “Gradually picks up the pace. Still kissing you.”

Her body arched, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Says your beard is itchy lol,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “Holds on tight but tries to keep nails from your skin.”

“Holds on tight and strokes your back,” I typed, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Hehe quick kisses then rolls over to put you on top.”

Her body shifted, as she mounted me, leaning forward, her movements slow and deliberate. “Stretches,” she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation. “Mounts and leans forward.”

The anticipation was almost unbearable. I held her close, savoring every moment, every sensation. “Humps then pauses,” she replied, her voice barely audible. “Smacks your cute little bum and thrusts harder.”

My body responded to her touch, my muscles tensing, my heart pounding in my chest. “Squeezes your butt and keeps going,” she whispered, her words dripping with suggestive invitation. “Moans. Matches your humps and grab your butt.”

The heat intensified, as I continued to thrust, pushing my body to the limit, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Says you can’t make me….Decides I can’t wait either and starts humping again.”

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. My senses were heightened, my body responding to her every touch, her every moan. “Hehe knew you couldn’t. Matches your rhythm again as my hands wander down your back to your butt.”

Her body arched in response, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Switches hands. Tickles your balls,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “Hey! Don’t you make a mess lol slides finger down from your clit to your hole to see if you are wet.”

The heat intensified, as my body writhed in anticipation. “Says you miss it,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. “You’re going to make me squirt.”

“Yes,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to express my admiration. “Squirts and squirms. Grabs your beard for more kisses.”

Her grip tightened on my beard, her kisses deep and passionate. “You’re going to make me squirt,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “Snaps your fingers then pulls you in with big deep kiss”

“Returns kiss, pulling close to you while humping slowly,” I typed, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Moans. Holds on tight.”

Her body arched, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Holds on tight but tries to keep nails from your skin,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “But you are foxy. Miss you giving me a “hand””

Her response was a mix of pleasure and frustration. “Turns, squirms and whines.” “I miss you giving me a “hand””

Her grip tightened on my beard, her kisses deep and passionate. “Holds on tight and strokes your back,” I typed, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “You’re going to make me squirt.”

The heat intensified, as I continued to thrust, pushing my body to the limit, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Your fault. It’s hard to go to bed when its hard,” she whispered, her words dripping with suggestive invitation. “Well fox that then”

The thought of her, her scent, her touch, all brought on a wave of heat. “No pants eh? Slips a hand down your undies.” “No but he can do other things to other parts that could distract you from your boobs.”

Her response was immediate and overwhelming. “Oh my god,” she typed, her words infused with pure lust. “You’re a tease.”

“You’re going to make me horny again…” I typed, desperate to bridge the gap between us. “Go to bed you have work lol.”

“Can’t come to the phone right now I’m a little busy,” she replied, her tone playful and teasing. “Leans over bed. Looks over shoulder with “those eyes”.”

My heart pounded in my chest. The thought of seeing her, of touching her, of holding her close, filled me with an uncontrollable desire. “Sorry lol steps up behind you and slides in.”

Her body arched, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Grips bed,” she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure. “Squeals.”

The moment of truth had arrived. I held her close, savoring every moment, every sensation, lost in the pleasure of her touch, her scent, her heat. “You’re going to make me squirt,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. “Looks over shoulder with “those eyes”.”

“Grab your shoulders,” she commanded, her voice filled with desire. “Don’t tease, come on in.”

The heat intensified, as I continued to thrust, pushing my body to the limit, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Teases you with the tip anyway, then enters.”

Her body arched, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Says you miss it,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. “But you are foxy.”

Her response was a mix of pleasure and frustration. “Tightens and squirms. No but he can do other things to other parts that could distract you from your boobs.”

“Squirms and squirms. Grabs your beard for more kisses,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “Hehe what’s the matter? Been too long.”

“Yeah. Gently rubs your lips, parting them to reveal your clit,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to describe my own arousal. “Turns, squirms and whines.”

Her grip tightened on my beard, her kisses deep and passionate. “You’re going to make me squirt,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “Kisses you deeply.”

“Deep inhale,” she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure. “You’re going to make me squirt.”

Her body arched, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Kisses you deeply,” I typed, unable to resist the urge to describe my own arousal. “Fingers your g-spot. Kisses you deeply.”

“Says you miss it,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. “You’re going to make me squirt.”

Her response was a mix of pleasure and frustration. “Kisses you deeply. Deep inhale.” “Says you miss it.”

The heat intensified, as I continued to thrust, pushing my body to the limit, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “You’re going to make me squirt,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. “No pants eh? Slips a hand down your undies.”

Her response was immediate and overwhelming. “Oh my god,” she typed, her words infused with pure lust. “You’re a tease.”

“Squirts and squirms. Grabs your beard for more kisses,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “You’re going to make me squirt.”

The heat intensified, as I continued to thrust, pushing my body to the limit, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “You’re going to make me squirt,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. “Snaps your fingers then pulls you in with big deep kiss.”

The thought of her lips on my skin, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, filled me with a sense of longing and desire. “Returns kiss, pulling close to you while humping slowly.”

Her body arched, her breathing quickening, as she reached her peak of arousal. “Moans. Holds on tight.” “Moans. Holds on tight.”

“Says your beard is itchy lol,” she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine. “Holds on tight but tries to keep nails from your skin.”

The heat intensified, as I continued to thrust, pushing my body to the limit, lost in the moment, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Grab your shoulders,” she commanded, her voice filled with desire. “Don’t tease, come on in.”

Her grip tightened on my beard, her kisses deep and passionate. “You’re going to make me squirt,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “Teases you with the tip anyway, then enters.”

Her response was a mix of pleasure and frustration. “Says you miss it.” “Says you miss it.”

The heat intensified, as I continued to thrust

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