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So I had to come back to visit this. I mean really, you didn't expect me to dangle this carrot out there and wait to see what would happen next, did you?
I am BIG fan of sexy text messages. It's sort of like having that mardi gras mask on full time. Things whispered (or texted - is that a word now?) just seem to take the mystique of sex to a different level.
For example, I recall teasing about how sending a picture wasn't very satisfying...that what we really want is the 3D version instead. The text message exchange turned into a hot and heavy description of what I was wearing, how it was going to be removed, limiting the amount of items removed...and so on...
the end result:
oh baby, you know I want the 3D version...and right now
and once the text was sent...moments later the phone rang with the deep sexy voice softly asking:
are you somewhere, close? you should, you know drop by, like now!
for long distances...text sex can be fun, tantalizing, wicked (especially if you happen to be in, say, a City Council meeting waiting to present)
there is always that that distinctive buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz of your vibrate (like that isn't it's own best feature) mode on your cell and yes, when that wicked little smile starts to move across your mouth, you lick your lips, eyes begin to sparkle and your breath quickens...
yeah like that won't give you away...
you gotta love it...oh hey...NEW TEXT MESSAGE JUST ARRIVED!!!
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