I became an expert at text sex, I had to find out what my potential playmates were into.
Some were particularly gifted in the art of sending a sexy text message, while others, well, let’s just say they needed to learn a few more skills in this area.
My textual adventures were usually in the evening, around 10:00pm, it was always the best time for me.
He would start off with the usual:
What are you wearing?
The reply was the same regardless of who it was:
Oh you know, a thong and a bra.
The scene was set and if the mood and words were right I actually got off on the night.
One participant became so aroused, that there was a gap in between his messages, I knew that he was wanking:
My hand is on my cock, tell me how bad you can be
You better lick my pussy
Oh shit
Wank that cock boy
Wank it for me
Imagine my hands around that big black cock of yours
Oh yes baby
Pump your cock until that thick come lands on my big tits
Shit, fuck
Put that cock in my pussy, bad boy
All 10 inches?
All of them, I need to feel you inside of me
Men are so easy, when it comes to text sex, mention cock, pussy, come, cunt, tits and anal and they are erect and ready to fuck.
But there was one night when I had text sex with a man who had me creaming my thong.
It got heated, he more or less told me how he wanted to cover me in honey, lick me clean, eat my pussy, fuck my arse and watch me masturbate with a big black dildo.
Our text session ended when we could not hold out any more, we meet up soon after that.
Poor fucker could not keep an erection and nope Viagra was not around then, so I called it a night and went back home, replaced the batteries in my vibe and buzzed myself to orgasm.
Mr Office Wanker was fit, tall, muscular and had a very thick cock, he sent his text messages at approximately 12:30:
Tell me about your big tits
I would tell him how they are big, round and firm and let him know that I like it when a man sucks my nipples.
After receiving the text messages he went into the Chief Executive’s toilet and wanked until he came.
The next morning he called me and said that he needed the messages to be kinkier and could I mention fucking him up the arse with a strap on.
He was a real Kinky Fucker, I often wonder if he was related to Born Again Freak.
So I fulfilled his fantasy, told him how I wanted to lube him up and fuck him anally.
Well things came to a head, so to speak and he almost got caught jerking off. His colleague was in the next toilet and heard him coming.
At this point I suggested that he text me in the evening, to which he responded:
I can’t my wife will find out
I sent the following reply:
Fuck off
Months went by and then I received this text message:
Please text me back, she’s upped and left me
It was from Mr Office Wanker, wanting some fun as his wife had left, he said that she had found my messages on his phone.
That evening, I got rid of the sim card.
Will I be playing the text sex game sometime soon?
Nope, I reckon I can manage without it…
