I think so, yeah.
Not even ten seconds later, she sends a picture.
Fuck me.
I hold my breath. It’s a picture of her in my guest room bed, wearing one of her tiny little cotton PJ sets. It’s a set I’ve never seen before. The fabric is white, with tiny pink bows all over it. She’s clearly not wearing a bra because I can make out the outlines of her nipples. The top is pulled up to show off the tan skin of her belly. She’s lying down, twisted to the side, revealing just enough of her juicy ass to make my mouth water and blood rush to my groin. The bottoms are basically boy shorts, way too tiny to be worn in front of anyone, especially with mouthwatering curves like hers. The urge to see my ropes tied around her wrists overwhelms me.
The front of my jeans grows tighter just as the door to her room flies open. I hold my phone down to the side, eyes drifting up over her. I exhale and don’t move a muscle.
The real-life version of her is so fucking hot. She has on white cotton socks, pulled up to the bottom of her calves, with fluffy pink slippers. The picture didn’t show her face or hair, which is still piled up on her head. She washed her makeup off, but her cheeks have a natural pink glow. Every inch of her is kissable.
And I don’t deserve to know what it would be like to touch her that way.
“Ready?” she asks.
I try to recover, turning to the side to cover what’s going on in my jeans.
Does she know I’m Ropes?
She can’t know. I haven’t given any hints.
I walk through the hall and make my way down the stairs toward the living room. I planned to change into sweatpants, but that’s out of the question now that I have this picture on my phone and she’s wearingthat.
“Don’t you want to change into something more comfortable?”
I shake my head. We get down to the living room, and I grab the remote, sitting down in my recliner. I need to stop looking at her for a few minutes and force myself to calm down. I slowly inhale to the count of three before letting it out to the same count.
Dolly wants to sext Ropes. She doesn’t know he’s me. This is … unethical, at best. Gross and perverted, at worst. Possibly my death sentence.
I start scrolling through the movie options when I feel my phone buzz. She planted herself on the sofa, which means I can easily check my phone without her seeing the screen.
@redreads
Ahh, OMG, I’m sorry. Did my unsolicited picture completely freak you out?
@ropesandchainsexciteme
What? No. I’m trying to let my boner go down before I reply. You are incredibly sexy.
Great, now if I don’t respond and keep this going, she’s going to think it’s her fault … damn it.
@redreads
Oh … see, I’m so bad at this. I thought you’d be into it. I should have asked first.
Dolly stands up from the sofa.
“Where are you going?” I ask, finally looking at her.
There’s a growing pink rash on her chest, and her lips are trembling.
“I was gonna make popcorn. Do you want anything?” Her voice is quivering.
I shake my head. I force my eyes to stay on the TV screen as she walks by me toward the kitchen. My throat is dry as I wage war within myself on how to fix this and not make her think she’s somehow the problem here in this fucked-up dynamic.
@ropesandchainsexciteme
I’m more into it than you know. I’m trying to figure out how you’ve been left alone by the male population for this many years. You are incredibly stunning.
