The sun had just set, casting a golden hue over the entire city. It was the perfect night for a little bit of sexting.
She had been waiting for this all day, her fingers itching to type out the words that had been playing on her mind since she woke up that morning. She settled down in her bed, phone in hand, and started to type.
Her words were like a drug, her fingers flying across the screen as her words grew more and more passionate. She imagined his hands running all over her body, exploring each and every inch of her skin. She imagined the way his lips would feel on hers, the way his tongue would caress her own. She felt her body heat up with desire as she wrote out her most intimate thoughts, her most secret fantasies.
The conversation continued for hours, until finally they both agreed to meet up the next day. She laid back in bed, exhausted but content. She was satisfied that they had both been able to share their desires without fear of judgement or embarrassment.
She lay there for a few more minutes, trying to process the fact that she had just shared such an intimate moment with someone she had never even met in person. But as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited for what the next day would bring.