“I get dirty thoughts about you. They get worse when I’m without you.” My thumb hovers over the send button.
Doubt ignites in my chest. We’ve only known each other a few weeks. Sure, we’ve packed a lot into them, and he’s the one that asked, “A penny for your thoughts.”
I only want to be honest.
When I’m lonely, the corners of my mind start racing. I replay every touch, the smallest glance we’ve shared. God, the idea of him makes me want to do the nastiest things to him… have him do things to me.
I look at the phone and speak to it… to him… “But when you hold me…” In the fantasy it’s so convincing.
Stop it! I shouldn’t think the things I’m thinking but they’ve sunk into my imagination and it’s all I want — need. The more I try to push them away, the more they get stuck in my brain. I have to shake it off. Keep these thoughts at bay while I’m at work.
My life can’t just be picturing what he’d look like naked. Mentally undressing him.
All of these dirty thoughts about him are worse when we’re apart. Am I going to hell? Is he thinking them as well? I can’t stop these dirty thoughts. All of the ways he could take me. Use me. I’d let him do whatever he wanted.
Ugh! God can’t save me, now.
I close my eyes and a shiver runs up my spine. I shake my head trying to get rid of the obsession. That’s what it is. He is my drug of choice.
The flutter as his lips brush down my neck. Those strong hands wrapped around me. The thoughts of him, alone, evoke my arousal.
The more that I push them away, the more they get stuck in my brain. There’s nowhere to run.
I confess that I’m probably unstable. Fixating on the things we could do to each other.
“I get dirty thoughts about you,” I read the message again.
Before I lose my nerve, I tap send.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Panic speeds my heart rate up. These feelings, though. They’re so strong that I just want to say them all to him out loud.
A notification buzzes and I’m not sure I can look.
“I get dirty thoughts about you, too.” He admits.
A smile spreads across my face, curling my lips as I lick them, tingles lowering into my belly.
All of the dirty thoughts I’ve had are now something that could actually happen.
I can’t wait one more second. I have to have him… now.
My fingers move quickly, tapping out another message before I lose my confidence.
“Meet me in ten minutes.”
Love that! Great hook to keep us wanting…
Very sensual. Sounds like you got something real special in this relationship:)