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I laugh out loud at her explanation, wondering what it is that happened to her to make this day of hers so interesting. And whether it’s a good interesting or a bad interesting.
Me: you up to anything tonight?
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: chatting with you? Kinda makes me a bit of a loser, hey?
Me: Guess it makes me a loser too. But nothing wrong with wanting something more, you know?
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: Yeah, I know. And that’s where I’m at. I’m sick of asshole guys who are only interested in one thing. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
Me: sorry you’ve had to experience that.
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: Thanks, but it’s ok…I’m tough and will rise above it #iamwomanhearmeroar!
I laugh out loud at her comment and hashtag, once again wondering who the hell this woman is. Everything about her just feels right, the easy conversation, the banter, the flirting. It makes me wonder what things would be like if we were to ever meet in person.
Would it still be this easy and fun?
Me: I’d like to hear you roar…
I send the message without thinking, because even though we both agreed not to send the dick/titty pics that seem to be all the rage these days, it doesn’t mean we’ve stopped flirting with each other.
The bubbles pop up on screen and I realize I’m holding my breath as I wait for her response. When it finally comes, I can’t stop the “fuck” that falls from my mouth.
Yeah, I definitely want to meet this girl someday.
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: I’d like to have you make me roar ;)
Chapter Nine
Penny
The bubbles are floating and I’m waiting on his response, hanging on the possibility of his words and I feel all giddy like a teenager. There is something so totally different about communicating this way and not knowing what this person looks like or them knowing what I look like. It’s freeing and a little reckless, and while I’m generally pretty bold, I haven’t gone the route of cyber sexy times with someone who is essentially a stranger.
C.Grizwold: Right now, I’m regretting not getting that titty pic because I’m sure they’re perfect.
Me: Who says I’m not sending it now?
While I’m totally teasing him and still don’t plan on sending it, this playful banter is pretty fun. I’m smiling from ear to ear and have even giggled a few different times. I have no idea what makes this guy different than the others I’ve met, but there’s something about him that sets him apart.
He hasn’t played the hot and cold game. He hasn’t ignored my messages or said anything self-absorbed and that’s pretty much the best start to meeting someone I’ve ever had. I like the way we’ve eased into this flirting, and there’s something freeing about doing it online. It’s almost as if it’s not real, but this connection between us is definitely real.
C.Grizwold: Personally, I’d prefer a description over a picture. There’s so much more that can be said through words.
Something about what he says makes me feel far more confident than I expect. I have no problem describing my body to him and hoping he enjoys it far more than a simple picture. We’re connecting on a different level and I almost want to text Jack and thank him for suggesting the app. I never would’ve joined, thinking this whole thing is for the desperate and lonely and people who are worried about their appearance. But taking away those aspects, it has been easier to open up, not worrying if this person will find me attractive.
Me: I have perky little tits and right now my nipples are so hard just from your words. Just imagine what your mouth would do in person if it can elicit this response from my body without ever touching me.
C.Grizwold: Fuck...just your words have me hard too. I’d love to taste your sweet little tits.
Oh my god, this is really happening and my body is going haywire. All sensation pools between my legs, warm and desperate and making me wiggle in the chair I’m sitting in. I had no idea this could be so hot, hotter than doing this in person because he can’t see the blush that’s creeping up my face.
Me: I’m blushing, but I’m also begging for you. I’d let you suck my tits while I slipped my hand into your pants...
C.Grizwold: Don’t stop there...I can practically feel your hand wrapped around my cock.
Me: I’d stroke you slowly, making you moan and beg me for more. My small hand wrapped around your thick, hard dick.
This is completely out of control and if we don’t stop soon, I’m going to be heading into my bedroom to find my rabbit so it can meet my cat. This is intense and sexy and the biggest fucking turn-on. I don’t want to stop, but I know we can’t go on like this without taking it further. I’d like to save that for a little later and maybe get to know him a little better before we cross the line, not like we aren’t already teetering on the edge.
