I’ve been horny all day. All fucking day. It’s national orgasm day, and I wanted to participate.
It’s 10am, I am texting my newest beau and he gets me hot quick. We flirt, we fantasize, we send updates about our days. He calls me my favorite names he has for me, and tells me how he can’t stop thinking about me, how he can’t concentrate on work because I keep running through his mind. He sends me pictures that turn me on, and I send him pictures back that drive him wild. He tells me how his cock keeps getting hard during business meetings, and how the pictures of my naked body are inevitably the first things he pulls up each time he unlocks his phone, regardless of where he is.