NN: You moan instantly. You love having me inside you.

NN: I grab your hips and fuck you hard, burying my cock deep inside you. You grind against me, taking my cock like it’s nothing.

NN: I grab your hand and wind it around my fist, pulling your head back so your back is arched. I fuck you harder and deeper. You moan so hard you’re practically screaming, but you love this.

NN: Rub your clit while I fuck you. You do as you’re told, sliding one hand between your legs to rub your clit.

NN: I want you to come all over my cock, so you rub harder.

NN: You come so fucking hard that I do, too, and I hold your ass against me as I come inside you.

Like a flipped switch, I come in real life. I writhe against my own hand, and it’s my own, empty room that’s filled with a quiet moan.

Mother. Of. God.

A couple of minutes later, I finally text him back.

ME: Holy shit.

NN: I guess you enjoyed that as much as I did.

ME: I’ve never gotten off to a stranger before, but it worked.

NN: *laughing face emoji*

NN: Same time tomorrow, stranger?

ME: What the hell. Sure. Let’s do it.

NN: It’s your turn tomorrow.

I put the phone down and buried my face in my pillow.

I guess I had some research on how to sext to do.

And yes, a small part of me recognized that this was really fucking weird. Wrong, almost.

No, definitely wrong.

Would it be wrong to ask to see the date of birth on his driver’s license before I cyber-fucked him tomorrow?

Eh, no more wrong that what I just did.

I rubbed my arm down my face and went to clean up in the bathroom. I changed my underwear out for clean ones and climbed into bed, then checked my phone.

No text messages.

I guess we really were done until tomorrow.

CHAPTER TWO – HANNAH

Yeehaw, Cowgirl

All I could think was: I’d tiddled my winks.

I’d barely slept all night. I didn’t need an intervention to know why: my brain was berating me for making the decision I had last night.

It was the last time I listened to Immy and Fran, that was for sure.

Why had I done it? I mean, I really did have no idea who was on the other end. I’d be hard-pressed to think it was a teenager, mind you, with a mouth like that.

Teenagers did not dirty talk like that.

At least they hadn’t when I was a teenager.

I wasn’t the kind of person who did that stuff. Now, this wasn’t me being that person who said they weren’t that person just to save face. I had no face to save. I just genuinely, really, honestly wasn’t that kind of person.

If I was, I’d have sexted by now, don’tcha think?

Anyway.

I had to think long and hard about whether or not I’d do it tonight. All I had to do was block his number and it would be over, but I didn’t know if I had the balls to do that.