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Have you forgotten our night together?
I haven’t forgotten a single minute of that night. Those hours play in my mind whenever I need to take care of myself.
David:Do you want just the tip?
Me:Of the iceberg?
As a chuckle lefts my throat, I hear my sister clearing hers.
“Melanie…” she says in the same voice she used to scold me when I was a little girl.
“What?” I try to play dumb.
“Wait until later,” she orders, then adds with a pinch of humor. “You’re going to hell.”
I almost roll my eyes, I really don’t care. Some sins are worth the consequences. I’ve always been the good girl, until I met him. David Posada is temptation itself. My weakness. The Webster’s Dictionary would be more useful if it included a picture of him to illustrate the definition of the word.
David:If that’s what you want to call it.
Those words resonate in my mind… and my core. I’d not call it an iceberg. Cockzilla would be better… to be clear, it isn’t just about the size but what he does with it.
Me:You’re talking too much without saying anything, David.
As soon as I press send, the messages start to come.
David:Tonight, you will be in my bed.
Naked and open to me, just the way you like it.
In the way, I’ve craved for years.
I can’t wait until then, but before that, this is becoming the best foreplay ever.
Me:I haven’t accepted yet.
And in case I say yes, how can I be sure you’re fulfilling my expectations.
David:Baby, we both know you’re coming willingly to my bed tonight.
This man’s cockiness knows no end.
Me:Have you heard about feminism?
What if I want you in my bed. Submitting to me.
Take that one, Posada.
I’d wish to be in my room, hidden behind the closed door and under my blankets. This little chat is providing my fantasies with new material. His reply is almost immediate and leaves me speechless.
David:Bring it on!
This man. My fingers fly over the keyboard, typing a message I’m unsure if I should send.
Me:I want you to tear apart every stitch I’m wearing today.
My skin itches to feel your hands on me. Your fingers tangled in my hair, deepening the kiss.
I know you’re bad for me, that this is insanity, but I can’t help it. I want you, David.
