Horny?

Horny?

The mere definition of the word is feeling or arousing sexual excitement. So, tell me, are you horny tonight? How horny are you? So, all consumed by the thought of being in your lover’s bed. Enough that you send your lover a text that says, “I need you to come home and fuck the shit out of me.” Hoping he’ll blush, praying that no one is standing over his shoulder when he received the message. Allow that devilish grin to creep across your lips. Biting your lower lip hoping that your little message got him standing at attention making it hard for him to stand up. Eliciting the simple response of girl you better quit playing. You double down on the nasty ass text. His next response is girl you are going to make me leave my job early. Babygirl don’t be embarrassed I do it all the time.

I’m a little different. I like song lyrics. I like the art of seduction, so I find R&B lyrics that speak to me. I’m the type to send my sweetie the chorus to Kenny Lattimore’s “Take A Dose.” “This could be so simple. Make you believe your soul can’t feel no better. Imma, show you baby. Show you in so many ways, be patient. Theres a million things that can hurt you. Let me be your forever medicine. Take a dose, I’ll cure you.” His response is always what song are these lyrics from. I’ll tell him the title and artist. Then he’s off to Spotify or Google Music. He needs to hear the whole song; he needs to hear the words as they are in the song.

When it’s just me and my unfiltered thoughts the texts are just explicit, as I stated earlier in my little Storytime. I start with a simple question “can I share.” He responds with ok. Then I’ll send a message like, I just found myself daydreaming and thinking about the next time we’re going to fuck. Or a quick note like, I want to feel your heartbeat through your dick. They’re just coy enough to make him blush and raunchy enough to get him hard.

To be honest, sometimes I send messages to make him blush. I want him to drink in my words and swim in my lyrical fantasy. So, Sweetie when I text you can I share, I want you to embrace my fantasy. If and when you do my darling we can meet in the middle of our bed. The place where you kiss lips to make hips jerk.

Love Always,

 Ngina