Here’s a sexy little oneshot I wrote not too long ago. I left our Painfully Thick™ gentleman intentionally ambiguous - I could see it happening with any of them, so I left it up to you, dear reader, to choose who you’d like to read about. Enjoy!
You collapse onto the sofa, exhausted from another stressful day at work. You close your eyes, listening as thunder rumbles closer and closer. You made it home just before the deluge began, thankful for the respite of home. Just then, your phone buzzed against your hip. It was him.
[I love that picture you posted today.]
These days, the sound of your text ringtone brought a smile to your face. Depending on the time of day, you almost always knew when it was him. Just saying hi. Showing you something he knew would make you laugh. Or, on the rare but treasured occasion, a sexy little gif of a position he’d kill to have you in.
The photograph in question was a sexier-than-usual selfie in your favorite see-through top. You wouldn’t say you were baiting him, exactly, but you’d been waiting all day for his reaction.
[Yeah? Thought you might like that top.]
[What I’d like is to rip it off you.]
His words struck like lightning inside your chest. Everything about him was so exciting. You never knew what to expect, especially when these little conversations popped up. Sometimes they turned into flirty exchanges; other times, he left you breathless in public, desperate to cry out for him. At least this time, you were alone.
[Why don’t you then?]
The wind picked up outside as you tried to slow your heart rate. But once you saw his next message, there was no point in trying.
[I’m getting hard just thinking about it.]
A flash of warmth spread between your legs. Without thinking about it, your hand slid beneath your dress, pressing against the lace of your panties. How could so few words elicit such an intense reaction?
You wanted him to see exactly what he does to you, so you sent him a visual.
[Let me bite that for you.]
You squeeze your legs tight together, desperate to resist the urges fighting so strongly to come out and play. You shouldn’t be having this conversation; you should put an end to it before it goes any further. But as long as it stays between the two of you…
[I’d rather put those lips somewhere else.]
[You are evil, woman. I’m so hard, I have to give in.]
Only then do you allow yourself the pleasure of sliding a finger between your crease. You can’t remember the last time you were this wet; just imagining him holding his thick cock, his hand sliding up and down, his mind focused only on you… You slide your panties down to your ankles, snapping a picture that just barely misses the top of your thighs. You send it to him, anxiously awaiting his response.
[Fuck. I can’t stop imagining what it’s like to be inside you.]
You let out an audible gasp. His words tore through you like a hurricane. Your hips jerked in response as your fingers drew circles around your aching clit. Just a few texts, and he had you groaning in pure frustration. You wanted him. Fuck, you needed him.
[Promise me one day we’ll find out. Swear to me.]
[I swear.]
Before you could reply, he texted again.
[This feels amazing, but I wish my hands were yours.]
You throw your head back as you plunged a finger into yourself. He could no doubt thrust deeper, fill you more completely. You needed him inside you, anywhere.
[My hands, my mouth. Anything you want.]
[God, yes. That is so unbelievably hot.]
[It’s sort of my secret talent.]
The thought of it brought you closer and closer to the brink. Kneeling between his thighs, looking into the depth of his eyes as he slowly loses control. Finding just the right combination of pressure and pull to get him off… It was almost too much to bear.
[Tell me more…]
Perhaps the next time your thoughts were more than flashes of fantasies, you could give him a detailed account of everything you’d do to him. For now, he’d have to settle for the knowledge of what he can do to you with just a few words.
[I’d love to, but my hands are a little busy at the moment.]
[Oh, my god. Not even here and you’re making me moan.]
That was all you needed to reach your climax. If it weren’t for the rolling thunder, your neighbors might have heard your uninhibited cries. You’ve been with men in person who couldn’t make you cum like that – and he could do it from miles and miles away. Exhausted and out of breath, you roll onto your side, wrapping yourself in your favorite throw. You snap another picture, this time including the large windows showing the last of the fading thunderstorm, sending it with a final message.
