Alex and I are apart for the holidays. Again. We spent the majority of our time apart last holiday season texting deliciously dirty things to one another. This year, my parents have decided to come into town and he’s gone out of state to visit relatives, so we’re back to what is fast becoming an annual tradition: a week of sexting.
This year had been a little cooler than last …at least for the first few days. But this morning I was feeling incredibly horny and desperately needy, so I sent Alex a picture from my room. Two pictures, actually: in the first, I’m kneeling in front of my mirror, shirtless, fingers gripping at tiny shorts, pulling them down slightly from one side, athletic dancer’s body fully on display. In the next, it’s a selfie: pleading blue eyes and pouty lips and breasts, full and round.
I get the response a minute later: “You look… delicious. I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”
I can’t respond immediately–family and getting ready for work are in the way. But I feel a jolt running from the pit of my stomach and down lower, my body already responding, already imagining what our reunion will bring. I know work will be slow today. Perfect.