Page 3 of Sext Me, Baby

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So yeah. Just jeans.

But I could be in less, if you want. wink

Sara:

Huh. I pictured you sitting in a call center somewhere.

Operator 69:

The messages are rerouted to our phones through an app.

I’m currently at home, on my couch. In case you wanted a visual.

Sara:

What, no selfie?

Operator 69:

I can’t show you my face, but anything else goes.

Would you like to see my body, Sara?

Sara:

Yes

Shit

I mean no

I don’t even know why I’m still texting you.

I don’t need some random stranger to pretend he’s my boyfriend or whatever.

Operator 69:

Like I said before, there’s no protocol. No rules.

I can talk to you like I’m your boyfriend.

I can talk to you like I’m just a hook-up.

Or…

Sara:

Or?

Operator 69:

Or I can be exactly who I am…

I almost choke on my wine when his picture comes through. Holy hell, the man is sex in denim. No one has a right to be that fucking perfect, but I’m not complaining.

Operator 69:

This is me, Sara. An anonymous man who finds you intriguing.

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