The text at 8:10 AM read: I need some head, I wanna put it in your mouth.
I rolled over to it and smiled.
Not good morning, who needs a good morning text? That made my morning good, knowing he woke up and his first thought was of me doing for him what only I could… and I had mastered to please him so flawlessly.
Reading that made me wet immediately and kind of proud of myself. I loved how he could just make a declaration so forward and bold and know that I knew how he meant it- that I would understand the sentiment.
The next text he sent read: I woke up thinking of the pic you sent last night.
We often exchanged racy pictures and videos and although I loved when he gave praise to any of them I especially liked when he appreciated the subtle ones.
Last night’s picture was a simple shot of me lifting my skirt to reveal my legs and ass in black fishnets. It was sexy, but it was more about the whole image: doe eyed and longing- he got it.
I used to send pictures out to a roster when I craved the attention, the ego boost, but lately I’d only sent them to him. I only wanted his reaction, his attention. They were tailored to him, to what he liked, I wondered if he noticed that it was on purpose.