To: Juliette ?
Tuesday, 8:22pm
I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I heard that Drake song while I was driving today and thought of you. You know the one, “Good pussy and white wine, I come alive in the nighttime.”
It reminds me of those nights in your old apartment, just you and me. Cozying up on the couch and drinking wine, laughing with each other and teasing each other, seeing how long we could make it through the movie before I had you naked.
I still think about the night we barely watched whatever that Channing Tatum movie was and it inspired you to give me a little strip tease. You swayed those hips for me and took off all your clothes. Your skin was so soft, you were glowing from the light of the TV.
I took off my pants and you sat on my lap. I grabbed your ass as you rode me. You were so velvety smooth, so warm. You tasted like Prosecco.
I stayed inside you as we came together. I watched your eyes roll back as you clenched around me, milking every last ounce of my orgasm.
I still think about that night…
Are you still in town? Can I see you sometime?
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kvhqmd/late_night_texts_3_i_still_think_about_that_night