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“I don’t know, but I’d try my best,” I wrote. “Because I need you inside me.”
“Damn. You make me so hard, Isabelle.”
“Good, because I’m so wet for you.”
“Are you playing with yourself right now?”
“Yeah. I’m really, really close to cumming.”
“Fuck, you’re so bad,”he wrote.“I wish I was there.”
“I wish you were, too.”
“Which bedroom are you in?”
“The guest bedroom.”
“Go to my room instead.”
“Why?”
“I want you in my bed. I want you to come so hard, you soak the bed sheets.”
“OMG. That’s so dirty! I love it!!”
I ran to his bedroom and climbed into his bed. It was so big, soft and comfortable. But the most comforting thing about it was the smell, theauraof Rust, that infiltrated my senses and enveloped me. I closed my eyes and imagined being in his arms.
“Your pillow smells like you. I love your scent. It’s so manly and salty and yummy.”
“Show me. I want to see you.”
I snapped a pic of me, posing in his bed in my bra and panties, and sent it to him.
“Stunning. You take the sexiest pictures, Isabelle.”
“What do you think? Should I take my panties off? Yes or no?” I sent another pic, a playful tease, with my finger hooked beneath my thong and pulling it down to the point where it justbarelycovered my kitty.
Of course, there was only one possible answer. My fans werealwaysbegging me to take my clothes off. Rust surely would, too.
At least, that’s what I thought. But he texted me,“Take them off. But don’t show me.”
My brow furrowed. I won’t lie, I was a little disappointed. I wanted to give Rust what all the other guys wanted but couldn’t get. Didn’t he want it?
I slid my panties off. I took another picture but with the bed sheets artfully twisted and tangled between my legs to cover myself. “They’re off. Are you sure you don’t want to see more?”
“I like the tease,”he wrote.“I like to leave a little something to the imagination. Something to look forward to.”
Ugh,how did he always manage to say the right thing? OfcourseRust didn’t have to beg or bully me for nudes; he wasn’t like the weirdo fans who pestered me online. He understood me. And with just a couple of texts, he’d swept my disappointment away, and had me eagerly awaiting the moment when we were together again. I couldn’t wait until he had his hands all over me.
“I’m the same way, Rust,” I said. “It’s all about the art of the tease.”
“I can tell,”he said.“You’re damned good at it. And you know it, too. Don’t you, you sexy little tease?”
I replied with the zipper-mouth emoji.
“Haha. Thought so,” he said, adding a wink.“Your pictures are so hot. I’m about to cum.”
“Cum for me,” I wrote. “I’m close, too.”
