My pussy swelled with anticipation as my finger hovered over the send button. My message said “I’ve been thinking about your body this morning, my head just above your collarbone where I can breathe in the smell and heat of you”. Twenty years into our relationship, we had started sexting and it really worked for me. I loved expressing my desires and reveled in the anticipation of his response.
I hit send and went about the rest of my morning. Later, as I stood in line to pick up my lunch, I remembered my message and eagerly checked our private sexting account. “Delivered” had turned to “Read”, but no response. What the heck?!? It was puzzling because we had agreed last night to sext as a lead up to our planned date night, but I assumed his work had gotten too busy and carried on with my day.Read More