It starts, as it so often does, with an early morning text message. It’s not even a particularly naughty one; often no more than a “Good morning” or “Did you sleep well?” The scene, however, is already set.
As the morning progresses, the level of suggestion in the exchanged messages deepen. Selected pins from Pinterest are used to convey desire, to express what is being felt, to emphasis what we would do if we weren’t miles apart, if the hours instantly passed and we were together.
The ante is upped as the quotes make way for the images from Tumblr; each one that little bit more explicit, more graphic than the last, each one a statement of intent.
As the day progresses we tease and arouse and seduce each other with words and images. She knows I long to taste her, to lick her and feast on her until she cums hard on the tip of my tongue. I know she wants to take me in her mouth, to lick and suck that part of me that she has made so hard.
We both know what we want and need, and that is each other; skin against skin, our lips pressed together, me inside her, our bodies joined.
As the clock ticks down the minutes of the last hour of separation we enter the calm before the storm.
My phone flashes. “I’m home” it reads.
“On my way” I reply.
“Let yourself in, I’m waiting for you…”