The Spell of Sexting

## The Spell of Steamy Sexting

It happened through a different type of app. No portraits, only words and interests, and most importantly, no superficial bullshit. You write a digital letter, and it takes hours to arrive – this way, every word counted -naturally, both parties put efforts into the letter. I searched for common interests: writing, poetry, sports, a suitable age so there is not much of a mental difference, and I filtered for a specific country in the eastern side of Europe -where I know beautiful women reside.

We started writing and discussing via decently long letters, about a thousand words each. We found some common interests and ideas, especially regarding relationships, then we described ourselves to each other. There was quite the chemistry in our words. Eventually, I got to the mental state where I thought I should bring up cuddling. After a couple of letters, the discussion about cuddling led to a discussion about fantasies and sex.

I have told her about how I would take her pants off, lift her up on my shoulders, and use my mouth to pleasure her against the wall as she is high above the ground. How I would embrace her in my muscular arms and enter her, while my touch travels through every bit of her body. How passionately we will be kissing, breathing, and devouring each other. She told me how her wetness went all the way down to her inner thighs – asking for me. How she would ride me, getting me harder with the feeling of her ass pressed against my crotch.

Afterward, we have started a trend, every letter we started about some serious discussion, and ended up with a sex fantasy.

The last letter was exceptionally steamy: She came to me and gave me an inviting look, I licked the entirety of her mouth, and moved back and forth between breathing on her neck to enjoying her luscious lips. She pressed her breasts tightly on me and grabbed my hardness, while I was enjoying the tasty texture of her mouth. I took her shirt off, then the bra, sat on the chair, moving her on top of me, and started to make out with her nicely shaped tits. I could feel she wanted me, and I took her pants off, I spanked her once, hard, exactly how she liked it, and pushed her on the bed. She tore my shirt off, and I dove with my tongue on her pleasurable area. I loved the feeling of how she sank her nails deep into my back as my two fingers were inside of her, the other hand pressing firmly on her breast, and my wet lips and tongue were pressed strongly on her clit, while I made her quiver with an orgasm.

I moved on top of her, she felt me fill the room as I was gliding inside her. In and out, in and out.. She lost all her senses, and I lost mine. I loved kissing the base of her eye, that beautiful cheekbone, while I enjoyed the feeling of her pelvic perfection in my palm, and her pulsating flower around my hard veiny manhood. After a while, I bit her lower lip and relieved myself on her beautiful belly.
Our muscles relaxed as we blissfully slept together – with her head on top of my shoulder. I woke up to the intent in her strokes. I was fully erect. I push her down her back and enter her with one strong motion, releasing a moan from the depths of her spirit. She felt my muscular body moving as a unit into her, and her legs instinctively raised on the top of my back, giving in to the pleasure. After a while, I turned her over and I lay by her side, lifted her leg and entered, with her back towards me. One arm was embracing her chest, the other messaging her wetness and thighs, and my mouth was kissing her neck, as I was moving inside her. She got wetter and tighter, while I was thrusting harder and harder. Her back tilted backward as she orgasmed with a silent cry, and my whole body embraced tightly as I erupted into her – intensifying her pleasure.
That was the end, followed up by the usual way you would end up writing a letter: “Yours Truly, …”

After that specific mail, we kept on exchanging letters, but for some reason, the letters became a bit more erotic and less detailed. She started showing extreme interest in me and even made note that she found her feelings a bit strange. After a month, she sounded a bit worried but told me not to think too much of it. Another two weeks passed and she told me she took a test, it was positive – she got pregnant. I did not know that she was seeing anyone at the time, and I asked her if she is ok with having a baby with that person. Her reply was that she was not entirely sure, because she never met the guy – the only person she had sex with was me, through our letters.

Now I am sending her a picture of me, and she would send me her’s. We need to decide if we want to make something real out of this relationship, or I should start working on my digital abortion skills.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/az80q6/the_spell_of_sexting