I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It had been a while since I had seen him and sure other men had come and gone since but I couldn’t stop thinking about him weeks later. We had a friends with benefits arrangement but I wanted more; I would’ve done or given him anything. I thought about reaching out to him I wondered if he had forgotten about me since so much time had passed, I hoped nothing happened to him. I would sit at work and day dream about past encounters; of him running his hands all over my body, pounding into me against a wall, holding my legs while he found all the right spots and filled me up just right. I was consumed by my daydream at work when my phone buzzed sitting on my desk. I assumed it was a promotional text of some sort or one of my friends but it was him! Excitement coursed through me but I wanted to be cool and collected and try to have some control over whatever this was going to become.
Him: Hey
Me: Hi :)
Him: How are you?
Me: I’m alright, how are you?
Him: I’m good. Sorry I haven’t reached out for a while I’ve had a lot going on at work with the move.
Me: It’s okay, I understand. I missed you, I’m glad you texted :)
Him: Really? ;)
Me: Yes ;)
Him: I missed you too, I thought about you all the time
Me: Really? ;) anything specific?
In the time that he had gone quiet, I had taken new nudes that he hadn’t seen yet and I realized this right then but decided to send him a different picture to start and see where it went. The first picture was relatively tame: me trying on a new bikini I bought online about a month ago. I sent it to him. The bikini was yellow and all strings tied into bows: one on my back, and one on each hip. I had my long blonde hair down but messy as if I was wearing the bikini under a shirt and I had just pulled the shirt over my head and hadn’t fixed it. One of my legs bent as if I was walking toward the camera and it looked like I was laughing in the pic: eyes down, mouth parted and smiling. Truthfully, my sister took that one of me when I was showing her the swimsuit, I didn’t even know she was taking a pic at the time but I liked it a lot and even put it on my Instagram, a very swimsuit-free place until then.
He replied with the heart-eyes and kissing emojis and then sent “maybe ;)”. I took his coy answer as an opportunity to send another picture. This one was one I took with the same yellow bikini bottoms and a white mesh top I have. The top is like a small sweater, the pattern consists of different sized holes from very small gaps in the material to holes you can put your fingers through. I’m sitting on my knees which are spread apart as I lean forward slightly, back arched. My left arm is up behind my head holding my hair, the right one is down slightly bent touching my butt, and my head is turned to the right. You can see I’m not wearing anything under the sweater as my breasts are sticking out, nipples exposed begging to be touched. I send the picture without saying anything and wait, choosing the next picture to send.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oy6ljf/always_a_tinder_slut_never_a_wife_fm