Then stop reading.
I don't stop. I can't.
Yoga4Lyfe
What would you do to me if you were here?
StatMan12
I’d make you come at least twice with my tongue.
Yoga4Lyfe
Fuck.
StatMan12
That's next.
I gasp and cover my mouth even though I'm alone. My phone buzzes again before I can formulate a response.
StatMan12
Now tell me what you want most. Don't lie to me.
My pulse stutters. The lists flash through my mind.Let someone go down on me until I cry. Get fucked on the kitchen counter. Ride his face just because I want to.
My thumbs hover over the keyboard. Then I take a photo of the list, dropping it in the chat. I pause the moment before Ihit send. What if StatMan crushes my feelings? After a half second more, I delete the photo.
Yoga4Lyfe
I want to be wanted. Not for what I can do or how I can help. I just want to be needed so badly that someone just takes me. You know?
The reply is instant.
StatMan12
I want to see that list, sweetheart. I want to know exactly what you're thinking about.
My whole body shakes. This is too much.
Yoga4Lyfe
Maybe tomorrow.
StatMan12
I'll hold you to that.
Yoga4Lyfe
You're dangerous.
StatMan12
You like dangerous.
He's not wrong. I do like it. I like feeling reckless, being wanted, acting brave enough to ask for things I've never asked for before.
