The night was dark and the air was heavy and electric with anticipation. He was on the other side of the room, his eyes locked with mine, and I felt my heart racing in my chest. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
We had been sexting for weeks, and it had become our favorite pastime. His words were like a drug to me, and it was as if he knew exactly what to say to drive me wild. Every night I would lie in bed, my fingers trembling as I read his messages. His words were so vivid and real, like I was in his arms, feeling his touch and his lips on mine.
The sexting had become an addiction, and I was desperate to be with him. I wanted to feel him, to have his body pressed against mine, and to feel his breath against my skin. I wanted to taste his lips, to feel his hands exploring my body, and to experience the pleasure of his touch. Tonight, I was finally going to get my wish.
We met in the middle of the room, our eyes never leaving each other. I could feel the fire between us, and I knew that we would soon be lost in the pleasure of each other’s embrace. His hands were gentle as they explored my body, exploring every inch of me, and sending shivers of pleasure through me.
The sexting was just a prelude to what was to come. As we moved together, his mouth finding mine, I felt like I was in a dream. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, in a passionate dance of desire and pleasure, and I knew that I never wanted it to end. We stayed in each other’s arms until the early hours of the morning, and I knew that the sexting would continue, but nothing would ever compare to that night.
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