See, some fool man, some delicious, sexy fool man, has let me have his phone number. And in this modern world that means I can send him text messages.

And while this delicious fool man and I are not having sex (among other things, see previous whining post re: “not ready”), and in fact we barely know each other, and in fact we have occupied space in the same room for scant minutes … well, there’s a certain “spark” and it has inspired me. Okay, working the metaphor, it has ignited me.

So yesterday, while sitting in front of a client’s computer (billable hours, luv!) tapping my finger on the desk, waiting for some software thing to finish installation, I realized I could multi task :)

I started mentally composing hot little snippets to text to this hot man, and then tapping them into my phone:

. . . And I try to steal a kiss, but you continue to deny me. And being a man who deeply understands the art of tease and the joy of temptation, you give me the smallest bit of what I desire; you breathe against my cheek, and then whisper, “What do you want, hungry girl?”

And this small sample of you has your desired effect–my exhalation is audible, thick with my wanting you. I arch, and reach with my lips . . .

I am sooooo stoked to be writing like this again.

Photo: texting by dcvision and used with Creative Commons license.