Feverishly, she typed her thoughts into her phone, her cheeks flushing red with anticipation. She had been thinking about it for days and the time had finally come to put words to her sexting story. She imagined the other person as she wrote, picturing every naughty detail as she described it. She imagined the thrill of being together, the pleasure they could bring each other and the satisfaction of being so close.
The story began with a simple description of their surroundings; a dark room, the moonlight streaming through the window, and the sound of their breathing as they looked into each other’s eyes. She wrote of the way they touched and explored each other, the way her skin felt against his and the pleasure they found in each other’s embrace. She went on to describe in vivid detail the way they moved together, the sensations they created and the passionate pleasure that ensued.
She could feel her heart racing as she wrote and her anticipation grew even stronger. When she finished the story, she read it over again, feeling the same thrill she had when she began. She could almost feel the other person’s presence as she read, and the excitement that had been building for days was now almost overwhelming. She sent the story off with a satisfied smile, eager to see what the other person thought of her sexting story.
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