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Day 32 10:01 AM

I’m still in bed so I just kicked off a blanket.

I was picturing you in bed.
It’s a good picture.

Heh ?
Not totally naked today… I changed my sheets last night so I’m wearing some red American Apparel boy briefs, which is my usual PJ situation, when there is one.
Not always red, obviously. Many colors.
I have been getting too worked up in the mornings to sleep naked on clean sheets.

*Wonders whether I can make you destroy your sheets even through boy briefs*

You definitely are off to a good start with a comment like that…
Secretly: I have been wet since we started talking, even about innocuous, safe for work subjects, because you — your brain and your language and your teasing — drive me sorta crazy.
Sorta mega ultra crazy.

I’m very glad to know I’m not the only one.
Maybe this is a good time to mention that I’m taking off my pants.

Fuck.

That I’m so constantly, achingly wet for you that it’s amazing I got them on in the first place.
That my fingers just can’t compensate for how badly I want yours.

I’m absolutely dying with how much I want to be inside of you. My tongue and fingers and cock.
How much I want to leave all of these imaginings we’ve been doing in the dust with the real thing.
I want you to be squirming every single day next week from the marks I leave, the way I’ll leave you spent and aching.

I want you to burn knowing how much I’ll enjoy wearing your marks.
And getting them.

It is unimaginably sexy how good you are for me.
How it makes me feel.
How it makes me look at you, makes every inch of my body hard.
Hard at imagining what I want to make you take.

Imagining that look made me take off the rest of my clothing.

Mmmm that look like I want to tear you apart? Hit you, test how good you are for me?

That look that makes me want to look up at you, feel you over me. Warm and softening and wound with anticipation.

Fuck I want to kiss you right now.
You are so so soft and just achingly warm and good and I’m just dying with the urge to pin and grind and tease and make you even wetter for me, taste you in your bed.
Reckless, needy fucking. The kind where I can’t stand not touching you everywhere, wanting to be all over you.

I cannot wait to have you here. To kiss you. To writhe underneath you, smell you, bite you, take you.
Pulling you down to me so I can feel you even closer.
Leaving deep marks on your shoulders and chest with my tongue and teeth, claiming you.

All of those body parts aching for your mouth.
Running my tongue over your tits, groaning at how good you taste, how soft you are for me.

Wrapping my legs around your hips, dying for you to be inside of me, deeper and deeper and so so hard.

Loving your body’s responses to my mouth and hands and body pressed into you, such a contrast to when I make you check yourself, such a good girl.
Growling, feeling you grind against my hips, my cock.
Fucking you hard, all at once, filling you up, stretching you, watching your face as you take it.

Moving with you, feeling our hips meet and your harness against me, feeling tight and wet around you, running my hands all over you, wanting you even harder.

Locking eyes with you as I take deep, sudden, hard thrusts, watching the shapes your mouth makes when you gasp for me.

Fuck I love those.

Body pressed against you, taking deep growling breaths, loving the way your legs and arms feel wrapped around me, the way your pussy feels taking my cock.

Mmm such a good girl for me, so good to take me this way.

Grabbing your shoulders and back to feel more of you. Biting your neck and your lips. Looking at you with deep bottomy eyes. Feeling you stretch me, fill me, own me.
Your eyes nearly making come undone, gasping and snarling, fucking you harder, pushing you.
Mine.

Coming around you, for you, in helpless waves.
Yours.

Feeling it in your whole body.
Shaking on top of you with how much I like it.

Loving feeling you shake, feeling you on top of me, still moving inside of me, knowing you can feel how badly I want you still, how wet you’ve made me.
Feeling the marks you’ve left on me warm on my skin with each thrust. Grinding against your hips and so so glad to be pinned beneath you.

Not stopping my hips, my tongue, my teeth, fucking you hard and holding, leaving a dark mark on neck while I do, pinning you and feeling your attempt to squirm at both sensations.
Fucking you with deep, hard controlled thrusts after that, wanting you to feel every inch, to take me, to be consciously submitting to the length, the stretch, the ache.

Squirming and yielding. Feeling how enormous you are and forcing myself to relax, to open, to give over entirely to you inside of me.
Barely able to do it but wanting to be so, so good for you.

Mmm that’s right, you’re so good to take what I give you, so good to be present and wanting.
Kissing you deeply, locking eyes, looking down at you like I want to own you.

Kissing you right back, biting and pulling on your lips, melting entirely under your gaze. Looking up at you with open, wanting eyes.

I love those eyes.

You do bring them out something fierce.

I feel like a bowstring of want.
My whole body is just tight with the desire for every single aspect of you.

I can barely deal with the level of want.
I completely preoccupied with you. All of you.

I’m sorry if I’m distracting you, I can’t seem to help it, I’m just so excited to talk to you all the time.

I don’t mind even at all.
If we were not actually talking right now I would just be thinking about it.
This is better.

These sexts first appeared in Lesbian Sexting The Zine: Volume One. Republished with permission.

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