Page 7 of The Pen Pal
I pictured your hips lifting, your mouth parting, your thighs trembling while I watched and didn’t let you come until you asked … sweetly, of course.
I thought about your tongue on my skin, your nails down my chest, your pussy fluttering around me. And I came hard.
You did that with just your words.
Tell me something, Amelia. If that’s what we’re doing from a distance, what happens when I get my hands on you?
Because I don’t want another email, not right away. I want you. I want those sounds, the biting. I want it all.
And I think it’s time we stop pretending we’re content with just writing.
Say the word and I’ll make it happen.
Yours—without a doubt now,
Adam
P.S. Tell me what you did after.
From:[email protected]
Subject: You win, but…
*wheezing and aggressively squeezing my squishy pig toy*
Okay, okay. All right.
I had to reread your email because holy guacamole, I was violently aware of every filthy little sentence you crafted. I read it once with my hand halfway down my pants (don’t judge me), and then again after I caught my breath and realized you might actually want to meet me.
I was running late to my event, but whatever. It’s fine.
So now I have to ask you one small, very unsexy question.
What is your full name?
You know, just in case I need to run a background check. Or give it to my best friend in case you ARE a serial killer who lures women in with gorgeous grammar and deeply vivid fantasies that make them forget their good judgment. I don’t really have good judgment to begin with but that’s TOTALLY beside the point.
But here’s the thing. I really, really want to say yes.
Your words have been in my head for days. The way you describe touching yourself? Hot.My thighs are currently crossed because of you. My thoughts are undeniably filthy because of you.
And you want to know the worst part?
I haven’t been able to sleep without picturing you over me, between my legs, holding my wrists down and telling me to be a good girl. (It’s the rolled-up sleeves, fyi.)
So. Full name. Give me that, and maybe I’ll tell you where to find me.
Eagerly waiting, slightly squirming, definitely hot and horny,
Amelia
P.S. After I came? I said your name out loud. You owe me a ruined pair of underwear, sir.
From:[email protected]
