Sexting Texts Novels & Stories

She pulled her sheet and blanket down, got out her toys and a towel. Her curtain was pulled back and I could see the black screen of the TV. April was texting on her phone as she lay in her bed. I watched her small hand move over her trimmed blond pubic hair, the sheen of her excitement on her fingers. I slipped a finger in my soaked slit. I'd tasted her, well, from her panties. I don't know where her brother was, that he'd be video sexting his sister, but it worked for me. I switched from fingers to dildo, slowly sliding it in, eyes closed, remembering my brother and father.

Dante: Send me a nude photo or at least your breasts with a head shot. Do I dare do what Dante asks? I am consumed with panic and my blood gets hot within. Blake's calling my phone, it's enough to make me sick. My stomach churns as vomit heaves it's way out of me. I force it into the trash. I quickly chug mouth wash and grab my hair brush. My shirt has a zipper and I remove it. The clasps of my bra are removed easily. My phone is held over my head with my selfie stick. I throw my chest back and push my shoulders out to make my breasts look bigger. The send button is beneath my fingers and if I press it, it will save Blake's career. I hit send and Dante sends more photos of himself to me. We'

My phone vibrated and I checked it. ‘I can’t wait to make you mine, Lorelei.’ I read the text with a naughty smile. That’s Leo. The man I fell in love with via chat. I thought it was dumb to love someone you’ve never met, but look at me now. I love how I think about him this way every damn time. This is love. And he’s coming next week Thursday. My blood rush is surreal. ‘I can’t wait for you to rip off my underwear.’ I texted and sent. Shivers ran down my spine while waiting for his response. Sexting through casual texts has become a thing I enjoy with him now.