The dirty sexts we exchange

The excitement is real, the ping of the phone should light up your partner’s face and get them stirring down below.

My phone beeped and as I looked at the screen an impish smile spread across my face, “I can’t stop thinking about you, I want to undress you, stroke your silky skin, and fuck you until you come.”

The evening commute is often a dreary affair, and sexting offers a welcome, arousing distraction. 

Surrounded by fellow travelers I can lose myself in fantasy land, daydream about sexual exploits, and giggle as I try to hide my obvious delight from those around me.

My pussy feels moist, my mind is racing and I know I’m going to jump my lover as soon as I get through the door.