I never dreamed my mind would be occupied with things like lingerie and how to stage myself to look my sexiest just to put a smile on Dylan’s face…and elsewhere. It’s hard, but we’re surviving the long distance. Chloe and I were in California last month. I didn’t plan to be there on St. Patrick’s Day on purpose, but since I was, I made sure to have green lingerie for the occasion. We went out with Rudy and some of their surfer friends, and since Dylan had seen me getting ready, he couldn’t think of anything but getting me home so he could see my sexy green ensemble underneath.
When we finally got home, he had my shirt off in seconds, sighing in contentment when he saw what I was wearing underneath. He flipped me over his shoulder and then stretched me out on his bed.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “Please. I want to see, up close and personal, what you do when you’re thinking about me all those miles away.”
We had the sexiest night. After I put on a little show forhim, he gave me more orgasms than I could count. God, every time we’re together, I think it can’t be topped, but it just keeps getting better.
I send him a text, still smiling from just thinking about that night. I’m sure he’s still sleeping, but I want to make him happy the second he wakes up and sees this.
Sometimes it’s enough
To imagine you
Watching me
Touch myself.
Good morning. Have a good day.
I get ready for work and drop Chloe off at my mom’s. My mom knows I’m dating Dylan, but she has no idea who he is or how serious we are.
Yes, the guilt is mounting about both.
My dad has been extra tyrannical lately. Everyone in the office walks around on pins and needles. I keep trying to get him to tell me about Ava—I give him so many chances to tell me—but he’s still avoiding the topic like the plague.
And Ava. She’s come to see Chloe and me three times since we met almost two months ago, and we text each other daily. I adore her.
My phone lights up, and when I finish an email, I pick it up to see three texts from Dylan.
Holy fuck. That is working for me, Doll. Not only the thought of you touching yourself, but when you say what you think and what you want, it’s so goddamnsexy.
I liked watching you.
And you liked me watching you too, didn’t you.
No question.
Did you touch yourself today?
No
I wish you had. And I wish I’d really been watching.
Did you touch yourself when you saw my text?
I texted you immediately instead. But I am so hard.
I like it when I make you hard.
You always make me hard. That shouldn’t be a surprise.
Doesn’t mean the thrill has worn off.
Are you wet?
Yes, very. But I’m at work and have to go to a meeting now, so…
Haha.Xoxo
