Page 44 of Texting My Valentine

But it’s just texting. I’m safe.

He continues, and for a blissful, brief moment, any body-image issues disappear in a puff of smoke.

Alex:You know how much I love to sink my hands into your fullness.I’d bury my hands in your delectable legs, kiss closer and closer to your sex, and trail my tongue around your hole until you’re shivering and wet. The whole time, your clit would be aching, hungry for my attention. I’d know this but wouldn’t push my tongue against it right away.

Tori:It’s tingling.Aching now.

Alex:Are you touching yourself?

Tori:No.

Alex:But you want to.

The power he has over me is unreal. The events of tonight recede into the back of my mind. It’s like he’s cast a spell of forgetfulness on me. Like he’s used some freaking magic.

Tori:Maybe…

Alex:That wasn’t a question.You want to touch your horny, needy clit, but you’re not going to until I let you.

Tori:When are you going to let me?

I’m stunned at the effect he’s having on me.

Nobody’s ever made me feel this way before. Sure, it’s not like I’ve tried a bunch of times, but this is still majorly different. It’s like I can feel his lust burning through each typed message.

Alex:That means you’re desperate to caress your perfect soaked slit.That means you want to rub your eager folds, get yourself ready for my cock. But not yet.

Tori:Will I get to see you?You’re not going to make me get naked all alone, are you?

My thumb trembles as I type.

Alex:Once I’ve teased your lips and your sweet center, I’ll stand up and tear my clothes off, showing you my bare chest, showing you my dick, rock-solid with how badly I want, NEED, you.

I linger on the word ‘need,’ knowing it should freak me out. My heart is pounding as I try to convince myself this can be casual.

Tori:Will you stroke yourself for me?Will you rub your precome all over your big cock? Will you make it glisten for me?

Alex:It seems like you’ve got this all figured out.

Tori:Yeah, right… I don’t know what I’m doing.

That’s even truer than I’m letting on, but I’m not going to share that with him.

Yet. Ever.

No, Tori. Don’t think about the future. Or the past. Just now.

Alex:Once I’m naked, I’ll finally touch your tight clit,he goes on.But I won’t touch it with my hand. I’ll bring the tip of my cock to your nub, press against it, sometimes slipping down your dripping folds toward your hole, giving you a preview of how it’ll feel when I take you.

I type, hardly able to believe I’m doing this. It seems so much easier over text.

Tori:I’ll rub my breasts for you.I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know I’ll be able to drive you completely nuts.

Alex:You’re doing that right now.

Tori:I’ll push my breasts together and then…

I stop texting when I hear a knock on my door.

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