I’ve always been entertained by “dirty talking”. I consider it a wonderful way of letting your imagination run wild, have some fun and why not? dream. Dream that all your fantasies will come true with a simple message exchange. After all, whatever you say can be just a fantasy, or however, it can become real, if we give it a chance. Taking all this into account, every now and then we shared messages, not precisely erotic.
I want to put you on all fours, bite and fuck your ass. Ohh yes! I love that. I can feel you strongly within me on fours. I know and that’s what I like. I want you to make me cum. I’ll make you cum from your ass. Mmm, you’d be the first. I’d love to try it. You will. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, it’s gonna be painful, but I can promise you are going to love it. I want to love it! Don’t want to forget that night everrr. I’m going to lick your butt, cover it with lubricant and fuck you front and them from behind. I know you, don’t use your saliva, please, just lubricants. I’m not disgusted by black kisses, they arouse me. Yes! I’m going to lick you all over -from head to toes- and then get you on your fours, covered in oil and will fuck you as hard as you can imagine. Mmmm, it all sounds very appetizing. Oh yeah, and when you’re done , I want you to lick all the filth from my penis.
Suddenly the conversation stopped. No. Actually I stopped it. Filth? Filthiness? there’s no melody in that word, it doesn’t really go with the rest of the scene. Just by picturing it, I already felt like vomiting. The setting was no longer exciting me, all I wanted was to erase the message and remove him from my contacts! Talk dirty to me, but discretely. Though, thinking about it, I’m not sure if that is actually possible ¿Where do fantasies end? Very good question.
So that’s the great thing about sexting, it all ends up just by closing down your phone.