Welcome to our Master Sexting Series. Whether you are a seasoned pro at sexting and just need some new material, or are brand new to sending sexts to stick with us and you will be a master at sexting in no time! This series will have scripts and tips to help spice up your sext life! It’s important to remember there are many different ways to sext. Most people assume sexting to be a brief one or two sentences back and forth, however it doesn’t have to be. This week we have some email excerpts for you to look at. Sometimes you have so much to say it won’t fit in a text. Or perhaps your phones dead and you need a way to pass the time while you wait for it to charge.
Tease
Reading of your arousal certainly, makes me aroused as well. Knowing that you are teasing yourself and rock hard in your state of arousal makes it all the more so for me as well. I wish you were here to see as I think of you. What started as something easy to ignore isn’t so much easy as my desire grows. My fingertips lightly teasing. Wishing I was there teasing you instead. On my knees in front of you, licking you, teasing you, pleasuring you. If I’m being totally honest, you know I would love to be dressed up for you, in the little black lacy outfit and be at your call.
But I digress, as I was supposed to be on my knees pleasuring you. Starting with little kisses up your legs, lingering behind your knees. Hearing your gasp I know you love it. My lips move further up, kissing you as I go and my warm breath on your skin. Circling over you and down the other leg, careful not to touch your hard penis. Prolonging and heightening your pleasure as I do. Down your leg and back up, just like the other leg. As I get close up, you flex, calling me to lick you. Snaking my tongue out to lick just the tip of you still just teasing you.
Food Play
Here are some of the reasons I want you to come home.
- My body hurts. It wants you. It calls to you. It says touch me, take me, do not forget me.
- My body needs. It has food and sun and movement. These are not enough for its continued health. It is beginning to wither, its hurts are cries for you.
- My body demands. It gets angry, it wants to thrash out, it looks for help.
- My body is all I have.
- My body is you.
Damn my eyes. Damn you. Come home. Please.
… Eating with friends is good, but I seldom notice what is going in my mouth when I do. …. I only really like eating with you. When we eat together it is a kind of communion, though not the kind from our childhoods. Did you think of cannibalism when the priest gave you the dry wafer? We’ve never made love on a table, though I’ve seen it done in a movie. I can remember only a few kisses in a restaurant, after the cheese plate. Once or twice a toe may have a slide up the inside of your leg, to tackle some sensitive part of your trousers. And we have traded some wine, from your sweet oaken casket mouth to mine. Not seriously, though. Usually, I giggle which results in dribbling. But in bed, in our long history, we have tried most of the food games that lovers imagine. Remember the dessert meant for Thanksgiving dinner? The chestnut mousse was judiciously placed in various places to be licked up and eaten. The obvious competition ensued as to who and what tasted better. Much taste testing and comparison was needed. I think you won.
Hope you were inspired by these sexy emails. We will see you next week for more tips and tricks to help you master sexting.
