Page 58 of Give Me a Chance
“Look, I’m just playing. Nothing to be alarmed about.”
“What are you doing to the poor guy?”
“I sent him a nude,” I shrug, “and yesterday, I dropped my panties into his pocket.”
She laughs. “Oh, I see. He doesn’t stand a chance.”
“Exactly.”
“Just be careful.” Her voice turns serious. “Don’t give him hope for more than you’re willing to give.”
“Duh, that’s why I’m keeping it all about sex. There’ll be so much blood in his groin, his brain won’t be able to conjure up emotions.” I do a small courtesy, jokingly, and Rina laughs once again.
She knows me, exactly as I am. Loves me, exactly as I am. No man could ever do that.
Still, not even Rina knows a part of why I am this way. Not that I don’t trust her, I’d trust her with my life. Hell, I’d trust her with my death. But some parts are better left buried. For my own sake.
I leave the office to deal with some marketing meetings, but as soon as my feet touch the doorstep, my phone pings with a text.
Matt:
You’re playing a dangerous game.
Me:
Funny you’ve mentioned it. It’s my favorite type of game.
My pulse quickens with excitement. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.
He doesn’t text me again, and by the time I get back to the office, he’s already gone. My heart drops with the realization the game is done for the day.
It soars once again when I see his name across my screen as I’m walking into my apartment. Pretty sure my groan is audible, opening the photo he sent me. I’m looking down at his delectable set of abs, a sizzling V, and a happy trail leading to his boxers.His pants are unbuttoned, and his thumb is teasing me with lowering the boxers.
Another ping.
Matt:
Consider yourself privileged. This is the first sext I’ve ever sent.
Me:
I’m honored. Horny, but honored.
Besides, it’s hardly a sext . . .
I leave him waiting while I rush to take my clothes off. Discarded clothes pave my way to the bed. Grabbing my favorite vibrator, I lie on my back and make my way down my body. My nipples are already puckered, and my pussy is already drenched, making it easy for the toy.
Taking my phone in one hand, I record a three second video of my naked body writhing under the vibrator’s pressure. The sound of my hitched breath and the buzz of the toy makes the whole thing more erotic.
Clicking send, I type:
Me:
This is a sext
Matt:
Fuck, you’re so fucking dirty. Making me hard like that.
