The night was dark and the air was thick with anticipation, as if something naughty and exciting was about to happen. I had been sexting with my lover for the past week, and tonight I was determined to take things to the next level.
The conversation started out innocently enough, with a few suggestive words here and there, but as the night progressed it quickly escalated into a much steamier exchange. We began sending explicit photos of ourselves, with each one more provocative than the one before. I felt my arousal grow as I imagined the look on my partner’s face as they viewed each new image.
Soon our conversation turned to the act of sexting itself, as we discussed the different positions and scenarios we could enact. I could feel my temperature rising as I described in detail what I wanted to do to them, and what I wanted them to do to me. I was almost panting with desire as I described how I wanted to be touched, and what I wanted to do in return.
The conversation became increasingly more intense as we slowly moved towards climax. I could feel my heart beating faster as the intensity increased, and just as I was about to reach my peak, my lover suddenly stopped.
I was left panting and aroused, my body aching for more. I had been so close to the edge, and yet so far away. I had been tantalized, teased and brought to the very brink of ecstasy. I had been tantalized by the thought of what could have been.
Sexting had taken on a whole new meaning for me that night, and I was left feeling more aroused and alive than I ever had before. I had experienced the power of words and how they can create a world of pleasure and desire. I had experienced a new way of connecting to my lover, and I was eager to explore it further.
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