Poppy: You can’t do that.
Braden: Read, Poppy.
So I do, and am even more turned on knowing what we’re about to do. I’m so keyed up that I barely refrain from reaching my hand down. I’m just about to, when his next message halts me in my tracks.
Braden: My cock is so hard for you. Each stroke reminds me how good you feel. Can you picture my hand gliding over my shaft while I think of you and your tightpussy?
Braden: Are you aching for it? Do you need to touch yourself as you imagine my cock, dripping for you?
Braden: Take your panties off and spread your legs for me, Mouse.
Each text comes through with a few seconds in between. Like he’s letting me soak in each one. I hesitate for the briefest moment before I follow his instructions, mainly because I want this just as badly as he does, if not more so.
Braden: Did you take them off?
Poppy: Yes.
Braden: Good girl. Now reach down and tell me if you’re wet for me.
Braden: How wet are you, Mouse?
Poppy: Really wet.
Braden: I bet you’re sopping, wishing my cock could fill you up.
Braden: Do you miss my cock, baby?
More than he could imagine.
Poppy: Yes.
Braden: Fuck, Poppy. Rub that cunt for me. Pretend it’s my tongue. Picture my head between your legs, eating you out.
Braden: I’d be balls deep by now. I bet I’d slide right in, wouldn’t I?
Poppy: Yes.
Braden: Are you taking care of that sweet pussy for me, since I can’t be there to fuck you hard, the way you like it?
Poppy: Yes.
Braden: Tell me what you’re thinking about.
Poppy: I’m pretending it’s you, that you’re the one touching me.
Braden: Good girl. I’m close, baby. I’m about to explode, all this cum could be yours if I were there. I’d fill you so full. Would you like that?
Poppy: Yes. I’m close.
Braden: Come with me, Poppy. Oh fuck, I’m coming.
Poppy: Me too.
Oh my God. That was so fricking good. So much better than on my own. Like wow…. How can I ever go back to doing it by myself? Great. Not only has he ruined me for other men, but now he’s made it soIdon’t even stack up. Dammit. So, what happens next?
To my relief, since I wasn’t sure where to go with the conversation, we called it a night after agreeing on how hot that was. And I must say, I slept well.
We can’t do that every time, though, so when he suggests a repeat the following evening, I quickly shut him down. And after having last night on constant replay throughout the day at work, it was no easy feat.
