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She calls my name, but I’m not interested in her or in having an awkward conversation about why that’s the case. So, instead, I make my way to the bar for another drink.

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LEVEL 19.1 – Conversations

I’m lyingin my bed on a Wednesday night watching television when my phone lights up on the bed next to me with a picture from Lita. I smile because I’d been kind of hoping she’d message me tonight.

I’ve spoken to her a couple of times this week because the apartment settled on Monday. I organized movers for today, and I chose not to go out tonight just in case she called me to let me know how it went.

I’m trying not to think about just how pathetic that is. I’ve been out to clubs and bars most nights since the wedding, but I still haven’t slept with anyone else, and I miss Lita a lot.

I open my phone and see a picture of her sitting on her sofa in the apartment I bought. She’s laughing while looking happy, relaxed, and as beautiful as ever. There’s nothing else in the room except for her four-seat dining table in the background, and I laugh at her messages to me.

Just me and my dining table in this fancy as fuck apartment.

I wish I were there with her, and I smile as I type a response.

There’s a dining table in that picture? I can only see the most beautiful woman in the world.

I go back to the picture and save it in my phone. It’s not a selfie, so I’m assuming that Becky is there with her at the moment. I send another message to tease her.

Thank Becky for the picture I’ve just added to my spank bank. I’m not sure why I didn’t have any pictures of you in my phone before.

It’s not long at all before she sends a message back.

I’m lucky. I have plenty of pictures of you in my phone.

I groan at her response, and my cock stiffens as I read it.

Do you masturbate when looking at them, though?

The thought of her masturbating while looking at pictures of me has me fully hard. I haven’t had sex in a week and a half, but I have masturbated daily, so I decide to let her know this.

I’m going to take your lack of reply as a yes. I masturbate every day while thinking about you. It’s nice that I’ll have a picture to help now.

Her response is a wet blanket on my arousal when I read it.

Do you mean glorified masturbation?

I frown as I read it and consider how to respond.

I don’t do glorified masturbation.

I delete the message instead of sending it and try again.

I only want to have sex with you.

No. Fuck. Everything is wrong.

I try again, typing another response.

I’m not sleeping with anyone else.

Ugh.

I delete that as well. I don’t want her to know I’m as pathetic as I am, so I’ll just tell her my preferences to make it very clear where she stands.

Fuck glorified masturbation, it’s the worst. Sex with you. Masturbating when thinking about you. Glorified masturbation. My preferences in order, in case you were wondering.

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