The night was warm and humid, with the smell of summer in the air. I lay in my bed, my thoughts consumed by the idea of sexting. I had heard about it, but never tried it before. I was curious about what it would be like and what kind of stories I could come up with.
I started to imagine different scenarios, each more erotic than the last. In one, I was with a lover in a remote cabin, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we kissed passionately. In another, I was in a luxurious hotel room with a beautiful stranger, feeling the heat of his body as we moved against each other in the dark.
I found myself getting aroused by my own thoughts, and before I knew it, I was typing out my sexting stories on my phone. I wrote about exploring each other’s bodies, and the intensity of the pleasure we shared. I wrote about the pleasure of anticipation, and the thrill of being close to someone without being able to touch them.
I felt my body tingle with each word I wrote, and I knew that I would be hooked on sexting stories forever.
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