StatMan12
I'll make every single thing on your list come true. I promise you that.
My breath catches in my throat. I clutch thephone tighter, pulse racing. I don't know if I believe him. Promises from a stranger behind a screen can't mean anything real.
Right now, in the dark of my room with the lists spread beside me on the bed, I let myself pretend they can.
Yoga4Lyfe
That's a big promise.
StatMan12
I don't make promises I can't keep.
Yoga4Lyfe
How would you even start?
StatMan12
By taking you apart piece by piece until you're begging me not to stop.
My thighs clench. Heat spreads through me like wildfire. I should put the phone down. Should stop this before it goes further.
Instead I type back.
Yoga4Lyfe
Keep going.
StatMan12
I'd start with my mouth. Everywhere. Your neck, your breasts, between your thighs until you're shaking. I'd make you come at least twice before I even thought about fucking you.
Yoga4Lyfe
God.
StatMan12
Then I'd take you against the nearest wall because I wouldn't be able to wait long enough to get you to a bed.
Yoga4Lyfe
This is insane.
StatMan12
You started it.
Yoga4Lyfe
I should go to bed.
StatMan12
Are you wet?
