Play The Game - The Ultimate S*xting Experience

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It's getting late, the moon rising outside, I'm just sitting here all alone, forgetting the day is a blur. You've often dared to think about me, a few casual messages on social media after meeting on a local community group, you incidentally have my mobile number. I decide to go and get a little almost midnight snack, unknowing of the wonder of another person, your image almost my perfect woman, you are perfect as you are.

I go and sit on the sofa to have one last look at my phone, while enjoying the last slice of pizza, probably not the best thing to eat moments before retiring to the bedroom. Please save me Jesus, I'll believe you if you save me now. Who? What's this? Oh my god.

You've just sent me a picture that's modest yet oh so suggestive, always sparks the interest and fires my imagination. Thoughts race through me as I wonder how long I should wait to reply, daring the thought of you looking at me with a bitten lip. Two minutes passes, I don't want to lose this.

My thumb hovers over the plastic casing of the screen, the absent debate in my mind initiates me sending back a surprise yet welcoming response. An incredibly flirty message comes back, you ask what I'm doing, in an unusually inquisitive manner for 11pm. There is no doubt in my mind, confirmed by the increasingly suggestive messages from you, my politeness prevents me from getting fully into it, your teasing causing an undeniable nervousness of temptation.

Only your wonder of me, the new encounter thrills as you finally get to see that side of me. The butterflies in my stomach rise up, should I be doing this? The way I'd occasionally glance at you, wondering about your private life.

Oh here we go, you've dropped the first obvious admission you want to talk dirty. I'll have to resign myself to the fact, I'll have to be more confident next time we meet. Ah, oh, you've just sent the first picture, you sliding your finger into your low cut top, pulling it down ever so slightly to enhance your cleavage, your lip visible and bitten.

Just showing my appreciation, politely, but ever so want to go fully into it, I wonder if you've just had a bit to drink, deep down I want this to be genuine. Please save me Jesus, I'll believe in you if you save me now. This is definite, you've just commented on how wet your pussy is.

My stomach drops like a flood, I can't turn back, the lust pulls me in, the anxiety tells me it could be awkward at the next meeting. I half way remove my politeness, my response now proud yet erotic. Please save me Jesus, I'll believe in you if you save me now.

Your response is the digital equivalent of pushing me back onto the bed, I am lost in the moment and wanting a curious to get into your soul, a body projecting itself, frustration yet emotion lost in the airwaves. I explain how hot I am for you, the sun always beats down when we meet up, I feel a calm like I never have before, being in this town that I grew up in, it truly is sunkissed bliss. You want me to tell you what I'd do to you, if I was with you, I'd want the room scented with cherry candles, dim red light and you laid on the bed in thinly strung together lingerie.

I'd carefully go down on you, the force of my movements like that of a feather, gently being blown forward, I send this daringly, hoping it will entice you further into whatever you have planned. You ask me how I want to fuck you, whatever delivers the most picturesque scene, but I'm thinking missionary, my chest bounding into yours as I thrust in your perfect motion. You remark on how wet you are, letting me know you can't help but put a finger inside your knickers and tease your outer lips.

I want to reveal every detail of the sex I wish we could be having, you whisk me away into expert knowledge of yourself, you have no hesitation in seducing me. You send a video of yourself masturbating, my stomach dropping further as it looks deliciously wet. I reply begging in servitude on how I'd endeavour to make you come, myself now massively turned on and in the throes of pleasure.

You reply with a voice note, moaning in a way that lights a genuine fire, the anticipation of what we are doing while apart adds to the excitement. Without thinking I send voice notes back, we are now conversing in moans, you say you love my voice and the way I fuck you, I hear your vibrator buzz as your breath sharpens, I cannot contain myself as I begin to come, as you start chirping in pleasure, and I hear one final vocalisation as we both come, in unison.