The night air was warm, and the room lit with a soft glow of the moonlight. The scent of the freshly laundered sheets filled the air.
My partner and I had been sexting all night, exchanging naughty messages that made my heart race and my skin tingle. We were both daring each other to take it further, pushing each other’s boundaries.
We sent each other photos of ourselves in various states of undress, from the barely there lingerie to the barely there nothing. We teased each other with descriptions of what we wanted to do to each other, pushing the limits of our imaginations.
The conversation continued to heat up, and before long we were both ready to act out our fantasies. We moved to the bed, eager to explore each other’s bodies.
Our hands roamed each other’s curves, exploring each other’s bodies in ways we’d only dreamed of. We kissed passionately, our tongues tangling in a wild frenzy. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, as if we’d been dancing this dance all our lives.
We reached the peak of pleasure together, and collapsed into each other’s arms, exhausted and satisfied.
The night had been perfect, and the sexting had been the icing on the cake. Our naughty words had been the spark that lit the fire that had eventually consumed us both.
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