” I’ll attempt to show the text as it read on that fateful day. C: Hell YES, I’d like to get a taste of that monster G: hmmm, kind of quick, but why not, let’s meet half way, there’s a motel on Hwy 69 in Siloam called ********* C: OK, I’ll get dressed and meet you there in an hour G: meet me in the restaurant, OK? C: can u see it G: oh yeah, I’m getting hard just looking at it. C: Be redy, Im hot already So, I jump through the shower, put on a pair of khakis and sport shirt, go commando for the freedom, and head out the door to my SUV.
G: I’m ALWAYS horny, just can’t get enough to satisfy me C: Oh, me either, what are you in to G: I love making a woman cum over and over C: Really, how u gonna do that G: Since I’m not there, I can tell you a naughty story to get you hot if you want, for now… I stop by the local liquor store and pick up a 12 pack of beer and a bottle of tequila on my way to Siloam in case we need refreshments.
You know, phone-to-phone, text-to-text, dirty rotten vowel-free sex. Ashlea Halpern is the senior editor at Time Out New York.
It was Dave, my boss at the record store where I worked, who first introduced me.
I manage to keep my cock from being hard the whole trip, but rub the length of it occasionally to remind it of what’s coming. 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? After all, what if texting is just another way for my generation to continue disengaging from a real search for connection?Enter a nickname below and click the CHAT NOW button to enter!Please take some time to review the chat rules at the bottom of the page. You can watch hundreds of sexy girls on webcam and video chat with them for FREE! The onslaught began - bzzz, bzzz - each message dirtier than the next. But as we neared the end of our shift, I started to panic. How would I explain that my texts meant nothing and that, truthfully, I thought he was kinda ugly and creepy and had the vocabulary of a sixth-grader? The whole thing made me feel kind of dirty - and not in the good way. 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?Dave was a scary man, an ex-convict with a volatile temper and a rap sheet to match. I want 2 fuk it."I wasn't sure whether to blush, laugh, or call the cops. A guy who, up until now, had demonstrated zero interest in my ass, let alone any wish to defile it. He was jailhouse-bald with a smoker's smile, muddy tattoos, and pants three sizes too big. I was ringing up bargain-bin CDs when - bzzz - my phone began to vibrate. I unlocked the door and let her enter first, I followed closely behind, turned and locked the door, now alone with a new “friend”.We didn’t speak, words were not necessary; as I turned back towards the room she threw her arms around my shoulders and planted a hot wet kiss on my mouth.