FireInMyVeins: A no-strings guy, huh? Maybe I should follow in your footsteps.
KnockinBoots: Highly recommend *smirk emoji* In fact, you can follow my footsteps right into the bedroom.
FireInMyVeins: I’ve never done the whole casual sex thing, if you can believe it.
Oh, trust me… I can’t believe it.
KnockinBoots: Come with me to the dark side. *evil grin emoji* Trust me, it’s fun over here.
A couple of minutes pass, and I wonder if he’s not going to reply, or maybe he’s really asleep now. But then…
FireInMyVeins: Hypothetically, if I did… What would that look like?
KnockinBoots: It could look however you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with.
FireInMyVeins: How would it look with you? Still hypothetically, of course.
Oh, here we fucking go!My heart races in my chest as I thumb out a response.
KnockinBoots: It varies depending on the person. Sometimes it’ll strictly be about sex and nothing else. Other times, it’ll be like we’re friends. Have a couple drinks and hang out before ending the night by hooking up. But with you… I’d probably go with something similar to the second option.
FireInMyVeins: Why’s that?
KnockinBoots: Because I can tell you’d be nervous. Having a drink or two would help calm your nerves, while hanging out would presumably make you feel more comfortable.
It’s clear he’s, at the very least, interested, but if I had to bet, I’d say he’s second guessing himself as I wait for a reply. Maybe even trying to talk himself out of responding. His desire must outweigh whatever apprehensions he may have because he eventually does respond.
FireInMyVeins: After we had a couple drinks, then what would happen?
My cock throbs, his flirty curiosity doing something to me. Especially when I picture what we could be like right now. Maybe he’s naked in bed like I am. His pulse is probably racing, fingers trembling, as he waits for my response. And I’ll bet, like me, his dick is hard too.
Fuck, I hope it is.
KnockinBoots: We’d be sitting on my couch—or yours—and I would get on my knees in front of you, bring my hands to the front of your pants and work them open while you watched me.
FireInMyVeins: Then what?
KnockinBoots: I’d pull out your cock, mouthwatering as I admire how it looks in my hand. You’d already be hard, your body desperate to feel my touch. With your gaze on me, I’d lick my lips before taking you in my mouth. A drop of pre-cum would spill onto my tongue, and I’d groan as the flavor flooded my senses. Then I’d take you to the back of my throat, swallowing around your thick, delicious cock before hollowing my cheeks and sucking all the way to the tip again.
I slip my hand beneath the covers and fist my stiff, aching length, pumping a few times before I continue.
KnockinBoots: In my mind, I imagine you biting down on your lip, trying to stifle any sound, but it doesn’t work. You can’t help but moan as I suck you nice and deep, or when my tongue swirls around the tip before taking you to the back of my throat again. You can’t help but moan when my hand comes to your balls, rolling them in tandem with my mouth. And hearing how responsive you are for me would drive me wild. I’d pull my stiff, throbbing cock out and stroke myself, feeling the weight of your hungry gaze on me. You’d be so unbelievably turned on, watching as I stroke my own cock while I suck on yours, that you wouldn’t be able to hold back. Before you even knew what was happening, you would spill down my throat, your big, juicy dick pulsing as I swallow down every drop, the taste making me explode next.
As soon as I send the message, I shove the covers off and really give it to myself. The image in my mind of that exact scene plays over and over, each time hotter than the last. It doesn’t even matter that I don’t know what he looks like. My fist flies up and down my length while my other tugs on my full, heavy balls, pleasure flooding my veins. The visual thenmorphs into him jacking off right along with me. Him reading what I wrote and being so turned on he can’t help but relieve the tension. I wonder what his cock looks like. I bet it’s impressive. Maybe veiny and thick, just like his arms are in his pictures. Imagining his voice in my ear, deep and husky, dripping with lust.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Muscles tight and my jaw slack, my release hits me hard and fast. I throw my head back, a guttural groan ripping from my chest as thick, white ropes spill onto my stomach. A thin sheen of sweat covers my body, heart pounding against my ribcage as I catch my breath and come down from the euphoric fantasy. After I find a towel to clean myself up, I climb back into bed and grab my phone, not all that surprised to find no response waiting for me. He’s either jacking off right now…or freaked out about what I said.
As I plug my phone in and roll over, there’s a pang of disappointment in my chest at the thought of him possibly not replying at all, but I’m too damn tired to care, especially considering it’s not the most confusing part of all this. The fact that I came as hard as I did from a little sexting is wild.One sided sexting, at that!
Damn, I need to get laid.
Seven
Ford
KnockinBoots: You freaking out about last night?
