Then here’s something to think about on the bus.

And just like that, a picture of Alex’s hand beneath the sheet, wrapped around his very erect dick, appeared.

Holy, fucking shit.

It was one thing to be turned on by the idea of sex with Alex. It was altogether another to see the said thing she’d actually had sex with. Sexting wasn’t normally something she’d done in the past. And there was absolutely no way in hell she’d send him anything remotely similar back, but she could tease him like he was teasing her, right?

If I lick it, is it mine?

A bus pulled into the stop across the street and Zoe jogged to catch it. By the time she was seated in the back corner of the bus, she opened her phone.

A) I just came to the idea of you sucking on my dick

B) You’ve already licked it, it’s yours.