Yes, write smutty books, but I have a confession. I’d never sexted…until recently. I had been dating a guy for about a month, sitting out at my campsite when this came across my phone. If I was there right now I’d set you up on the bench of that picnic table, bend you over and stick my hard cock into you.
That’s the first thing that came into my mind. But here’s the thing. He doesn’t know I get paid to write dirty books. It’s not something I tell many people and definitely not the guys I date.
So what do I do? I know I can do this. I mean given my talent at writing sex I’ve got to be good at this sexting thing. Right?
I sat there and didn’t answer for a few minutes. Not really sure how to respond. Not sure if I wanted to go there or not. Sexting was something that horny teenagers did. Not grown women. I don’t even really like texting. But sexting did seem like fun…
Oh yeah, slam that cock deep inside me, hold it there, let my pussy clench around you.
I sat there staring at it for a minute and then thought, why not. Pressed send and the message was on it’s way.
The response. Oh hell yeah! 🙂
And it was on. Turns out he could write for Hustler and I was all in.
It’s surprising that my phone didn’t spontaneously combust from it all and I’m pretty sure we took sexting to a whole new level. 🙂