“Fuck,” I groan.
I’m trying to be good. I’m trying to tone myself down and not go full JT on her, but she’s making it really difficult. I’m practically salivating at just the thought of all the things I would do to her if we were roommates. It’s been so long since I’ve felt her, smelled her, tasted her. The problem is that she’s a fucking addiction, and I’m in withdrawal. I need her. And now she’s dangling herself in front of my face as if I’m not a fucking primal animal ready to devour her.
She has no idea that I’m so damn close…
I lean against my headboard, my dick straining against my sweatpants, so badly wanting attention. I can’t risk sending her a photo of me. She’d pick up on it because of all the tattoos—the only time in my life I’ve ever regretted them. If they weren’t there, I could send her all sorts of fun stuff. But now I’m limited and have to use my words.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I’d want to watch you. Undress. Shower. Eat. I think my eyes would be on you all the damn time. I wouldn’t be able to pull them away. I’d want to do every little thing that comes to my mind, which are very dirty thoughts.
As I reread my message, I realize I didn’t hold back much at all.
Whoops.
I may have ruined it all right there. There’s no way she won’t know it’s me now. It’s so damn obvious. I can’t help it. I have a one-track mind when it comes to what’s mine, and Sailorismine.
I stare at her username as I wait for her to answer, and I wonder why she made a new profile at all. Maybe she ran out of spots on the other one? There’s a max number of characters you can have.
Her name hints at something else though, and matches what she said.
A fresh start.
My username? I lied about it. It isn’t random letters that I threw together. It’s letters that I purposely put together. An acronym. One that I would love for her to figure out, just not too soon. It would be too much right now because once she does figure it out, she better say yes. And she’s not ready for that yet.
Her message finally comes through, and it pulls all the air from my lungs.
My naughty little dove…
Golden_Phoenix: Tell me more about these dirty thoughts…
My dick throbs while my anger rises.
It doesn’t matter that she thinks this is someone else, I tell myself. Because it is me. She isn’t talking to another man. She’s talking to me.
When I came up with this plan, I hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly so quickly. I didn’t think I would get pictures and dirtytalk on the first day. And I certainly didn’t fucking think I’d be jealous of myself, yet here we are.
I purposely waited to reach out to her, knowing she needed to be in a certain mental space. I watched as her anger faded away and turned into something else… something that is going to let people in. And when I say people, I mean me and me only.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Send me another picture first.
I hold my breath, unsure of what I’m going to get in return. Will it be a resounding no? Will she send a full nude? I may lose my fucking mind if she does. It took so long for me to get there with her before, and now she’s going to send them to random people she meets on the internet without a care in the world? I don’t fucking think so.
Yet, on the other hand, I can’t be mad at her. I’m not even mad she left me. I mean, Iam, but I get it. I’ve been fighting against that life mywholelife, so I understand why she doesn’t want any part of it.
I hate that she isn’t with me, and I hate that what I did made her leave, but I’m not angry withher. How could I be?
When the picture comes in, the air I was holding whooshes out of my lungs, and my head gets dizzy from how hard my dick has gotten.
Has she been practicing? Fuck, I think she has. But where? When? I see her every day and she doesn’t sit there to take photos of herself.
The light in the room is dim, the photo from an above angle. The blankets are covering her perfect tits and her delicious pussy, but they’re moved in such a way that I see her stomach and her thighs.
Fucking tease.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: First, thank you for that.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Second, any thought I had before has disappeared because now all I can think about is tearing that sheet off you and burying my face between those thighs.
My jaw aches from how tightly I’m clenching it, and there’s no way I’m going to sleep tonight without jerking off. If I do, I’ll wake up in a puddle of my cum from humping the bed, wishing it was her.
