And since this whole exchanged is saved in my Gmail account, I can access it whenever I want/need.
Sex chating mesages
All of this took place over the course of a few hours.
You know, phone-to-phone, text-to-text, dirty rotten vowel-free sex. I forgot about the incident until recently, when a guy texted me some boozy, suggestive messages about the kinky things he wanted to do with me. Was text sex becoming America's preferred way to drunk-dial? Or worse, what if it causes us to lower our standards?
It was Dave, my boss at the record store where I worked, who first introduced me. To be sure, sexting has its upsides, with its anytime-anywhere accessibility. Take my friend Meredith, 25, a fashion writer who used to text her man from the office with notes like, "I'm at work - let's do it on my desk! " After a few too many drinks one night, she accidentally sent a smutty note to her best friend. I'd never sleep with Dave the Ex-Convict if I met him on the street, so why do it via text?
The following is an actual email exchange between D. I've put his email in italics so it's easy to differentiate between what I wrote and what he wrote..... Cosmo Challenge: Send naughty texts or emails back and forth for all-day preplay. And while you are grabbing me, I'll use one hand to grip your junk and the other to pull your hair. That person I once emailed about a chair on Craigslist? Check my outbox before I can start to hyperventilate too much and see that yes, D.
Subject: you should really take a break from work and do this...
Start with "When we get home..." and see where the story goes from there. Then you'll start to get hard and I'll lean down and kiss your cut lines...[An hour passes...]Did I scare you off? Fine, back to licking your nipples..sucking at them...[Another hour passes...]When I still get no response, I panic that I've somehow sent the last message to the wrong person. Because he was spending time engaging in inappropriate messaging while at work? No, I was just fiddling with the rubber vibrating thing and well, I got distracted. If only because I know how much he's enjoying this.]I'm pulling it. I'm ready to get on top of you and have you guide it in.[Yep, fully turned on. But my male mind-reading (slash email decoding) skills tell me that the fact D. Save that little piece of knowledge for later...] Hot. For example, I've never heard him say anything about enjoying the above action and it's not as if we do it all the time. I'm straddling you and rubbing myself all over your package. I'm starting to think this whole dirty email talk thing could be very revealing because it forces him to put ideas and fantasies into words. And I arch my back the other way, lean down and kiss you.