Not great, but that’s all I got.
Wraith: How does your hole feel? Sore? Can you still feel me?
My dick actually twitches with interest. Fuck, he’s sexy. Feeling a little brave, I come up with a reply.
Me: Yes, it’s sore and it’s still slick. I’m gonna leave it that way until morning.
Wraith: Fuck. Wish I took a picture of it after. Maybe next time.
Next time. There shouldn’t be one, but who am I kidding? I’d be an idiot to walk away from a situation like this.
Me: I’m pretending it’s your cum.
My cheeks heat as I press send, but imagining his expression when he reads it makes me feel horny again.
Wraith: You’re so fucking sexy. One day it will be my cum and I’ll shove it back in and make you keep me inside you.
Jeez-us.
Wraith: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
I think I would.
Me: Yes.
Wraith: My dick is hard again.
The next text is a picture of his glorious cock, plumped and lying heavy against his thigh.
Wraith: When’s your next home game?
Me: Saturday. Will I see you?
Wraith: I hope so. Goodnight, Bouche.
Me: Goodnight, Wraith.
Exhaling slowly, I set my phone on the nightstand and roll onto my side. Tonight was wild, and I have a feeling it could be the first of many.
