Page 2 of Sext Me, Baby
Doesn’t sound average to me.
Sounds like your body is the perfect height to fit against mine when I pull you in close.
Sounds like my hands will have plenty to hold on to when I pull your head to the side to trail hot kisses down your neck.
And I’ll know you’re turned on whenever your brown eyes go almost black with desire.
I stare slack-jawed at my phone for several seconds before my motor skills kick back in to type out a response.
Sara:
Wow. You’re good at this.
I should also mention I’m currently buzzed on too much wine.
So good judgment is not my forte at the moment.
Hence why I’m blowing money texting a complete stranger after seeing a tacky commercial.
Operator 69:
LOL You text very well for a drunk person.
Sara:
I’m an editor. Buzzing or not, I always proofread.
Operator 69:
An editor, huh? I find intelligence extremely sexy.
Sara:
Yeah, sure you do.
Is this the part where you ask me what I’m wearing?
Or is that my line? I’m not sure what the protocol is for these things, lol
Operator 69:
No protocol, Sara.
We can talk about whatever you want.
But for the record…
I’m wearing a pair of jeans.
Sara:
And…?
Operator 69:
That’s it.
I was getting ready for bed when I got your text.
