I don’t make ahabit of lying
Sasha: Every time I think I’ve got you all figured out, you go and surprise me
Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes
Sasha: Right back at ya
Well, was that it? You’d fuck my mouth, get me all hot and bothered and…?
Sasha: There you go, running your mouth again
Sasha: You need to learn some patience, Little Devil
Sasha: Lucky for you I’m just the person to teach you
Oh, I bet
Sasha: You know, there are men who’d spank the brat out of you
Youcould try
Sasha: But I’m not one of them. I’d get you high on fucking pleasure
Sasha: Get you addicted to my touch and keep your pretty little cunt plugged up until you’re fucking drunk on my cock
Sasha: How’s that sound?
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Delicious? Like the stuff dreams were made off?
Those probably weren’t the right answers, but they were the only ones I could come up with. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down my racing pulse but my pussy was throbbing like a fucking traitor.
It took me a couple of minutes to subdue the giddiness and ease the pounding ache in my core demanding reprieve.
Yeah. Sounds alright, I guess.
Too bad we won’t get to act out this little fantasy
Sasha: Too bad, indeed.
Sasha: Do I get a consolation prize?
Maybe
What you got in mind?
Sasha: Another picture to tide my sorry ass over since I won’t be getting the real thing?
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shoulddefinitelynot be doing this but there was something burning inside me, some kind of craving to please him, and I couldn't ignore it.
Sure, I could’ve told myself all I wanted to do was brighten his existence the only way I knew how, but it would’ve been a bold-faced lie.
Sliding down the loose shorts I was wearing to bed, I spread my legs and angled the phone downward. The lacy panties were showing just enough and my stomach swooped once again with nerves as I hit ‘Send’ before I could overthink it.
Sasha: FUCK
Sasha: You’re killing me, baby.