Page 22 of Wrap Me Up

Tinsel: Tease.

Noel: Not done.

I unzip my pants. Snap a new pic. Send it.

Tinsel: Meanie.

Noel: Just wait.

I pull down my jeans, just enough to show the top of my briefs. Another snap. Send.

Tinsel: I’m gonna cry ;__;

Noel: Just a little longer.

I slide my briefs down my thighs and take my cock in hand. How the mistletoe do you take a good dick pic? I’m already hard, but stroke myself a few times. I’ll regret it later, but for now, I’m preparing to give Tinsel the best dick pic I can.

I play with the angle of my phone, finding the best one and snap a few pics. There’s a pearl of pre-cum in one photo and that’s the one I send him.

Tinsel: ::heart eyes::

Noel: ::laughing emoji::

Tinsel: Get back to work. But imagine I’m on my knees sucking you off.

I bite back a groan. My hand strokes my cock a few more times and I buck. The door to the bathroom creaks open and I suck in a breath before pulling my underwear and jeans back up. My erection flags, thankfully, but not enough to be comfortable. I flush the toilet, then quickly leave the stall to wash my hands and go back to work.

A laugh bubbles out from me as I sit back at my station. What I wouldn’t give to have Tinsel between my legs right now.

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I forgot to ask Tinsel when he gets off work, so I waited until after dinner before I building up the courage to text him.

Noel: What are you wearing?

The line is so cheesy, but I don’t think Tinsel will care. I swallow and wait for his response. The couch is comfy like always and I settle down with my blanket. During the day, snow had piled and while the paths were clear, I didn’t want Tinsel coming over in his shorts and practically freeze. We’ll have more dates, but tonight we probably both need rest after such a late night. Not sure if he’ll answer anytime soon, I turn on the TV and find a holiday romance to enjoy.

Thirty minutes later, I get a picture of Tinsel’s sculpted chest, with his scars so faint on his skin.

Tinsel: Not much ::wink emoji:: you?

I snap a picture of myself wrapped in my blanket.

Noel: I’m cozy.

Tinsel: Cute. If I wasn’t so exhausted right now, I’d be there so fast, but I’m beat.

Tinsel: The thing is… I need an orgasm to sleep. ::pleading emoji:: wanna help?

I reread the text.

Noel: You mean sexting?

Tinsel: You betcha. Unless you wanna talk?

Noel: Tell me how you’re going to use your tentacle on me.

Tinsel: That’s what I’m talking about!

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