Me
Thanks sugar daddy
I follow up with a kissy face emoji.
We’ve been getting bolder, amping up our flirting with each text exchange. He even sent a winking face emoji the other day. The ‘sugar daddy’ text is definitely in violation of the boundaries we agreed on. I’m hoping he’ll call me out on it. Deep down, I ache to be punished for my bad behavior.
I’m about to set my phone down, since he never texts back until hours later because he’s busy training, but this time he responds immediately. My face heats and my stomach clenches with anticipation.
Hot British Guy
You went to a store called Wray? Do you miss me that much?
Me
Don’t think you’re special. Besides, the spelling is different
Hot British Guy
Show me what you bought
Me
Aren’t you busy fighting someone or something?
Hot British Guy
I’m on a break. Show me
Me
Fine Mr. Bossy Pants
I take out all the clothes and lay them out on my bed. I snap a picture and send it to him. The three dots that let me know he’s typing pop up. They disappear, then pop up again.
Hot British Guy
That’s not what I meant
Me
Huh? What else could you mean?
Hot British Guy
I want to see them on you
Me
You... you want me to try them on?
Hot British Guy
Yes
Me
Try them on and send you pictures? Of me? In the clothes?