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Desert Survivor
Fuck. I’m getting wet just reading that. What would your mouth be doing while your hands are busy?
Starting at your neck, tasting your skin, working down to your collarbone. Then lower, taking my time until you’re begging me to stop teasing.
Desert Survivor
I’d definitely be begging. But not for you to stop.
What are you wearing right now?
Desert Survivor
Just an oversized t-shirt and underwear. Easy access for the hands I’m imagining.
Are your hands where mine would be?
Desert Survivor
Yes. Wishing they were yours instead.
I’m hard thinking about that. About you touching yourself while reading my words.
Desert Survivor
Tell me what you’d do if you were here.
I’d pull that shirt over your head. Slide your underwear down your legs. Spread you open and taste you until your legs are shaking.
Desert Survivor
I’m so close just thinking about it.
Come for me, Desert Survivor. Imagine it’s my fingers inside you, my mouth on you.
Desert Survivor
Oh god. That was...I don’t usually do this.
Neither do I. Something about you...
Desert Survivor
This is crazy. Texting a wrong number has me more turned on than my last three dates combined.
Same here. Sleep well, Desert Survivor. Dream of me.
CHAPTER 5
KATE
Iwoke with a jolt, my body registering disaster before my brain could catch up. Blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling, I fumbled for my phone.
Nine seventeen a.m.
“No, no, no!” I launched out of bed. “This cannot be happening!”
My first day at the fellowship. The fellowship I’d moved across the country for. The fellowship that was supposed to start at—I checked my welcome email—9:30 a.m.
