Sexting in a Public Place
how my lover got stuck in his vehicle on a car parking
I love to sext. It’s hot, it’s fun, and it can lead to amazing sex; virtual or physical (alone or together).
I prefer to use sentences, but I also tease my lover with occasional pictures. Usually not full-body ones; I’m more into details, as the profile of my boob, the nipple or a glance at my pubic hairstyle.
I have several levels of sexting: one-sided sexting, escalating sexting, and real sexting. It might sound weird this differentiation, but for me, it makes sense.
When Mr P is working, he can’t use the phone, but that wouldn't stop me from teasing, him, of course. So I send what I call the “one-sided sexting”: I send him a sexy picture of me, or a suggestive sext for him to read on his break. I don’t expect an answer — that isn’t the point. My goal is merely to put a naughty smile on his face. I love it.
The “Escalating sexting” means I start a normal conversation, having in mind getting into sexting. Usually, this happens when I’m horny (which is often), and I want him to tease me enough to have a great masturbation session. In this type of sexting, rapidly I take the conversation to sex, his first reply being: “and there she goes, mind in the gutter”. It’s not a complaint, obviously.
The “escalating sexting” it’s the real game; the one where we send explicit sexual texts to each other, describing what we wish to do, how we’ll do it, and how we’re feeling. Sometimes we share pictures, to spicy up things.
There is one occasion in particular that I love to sext: when my lover is in a public place.
I love to know he’s getting hard while buying milk or paying for his petrol. I laugh so much! But I get so horny as well, knowing that he’s struggling to hide his boner. He loves this game as well, otherwise, he wouldn’t read my texts.
Last week, knowing that he was driving to the supermarket, I texted him a “Real Sexting”. I started hard, straight to the point. I was horny, I wanted him to be horny with me. I described in detail how I’d go down on him in his car, right that moment. I didn't spare in details…
When he parked the car in the supermarket car parking, he read the sext. His reply was that my text made him so hard he couldn’t get out of the car. That was ammunition for my weapon! I kept going with my texted-blowjob, making him more and more aroused and, as a reaction, me as well (he was sexting back.)
At the same time we were sexting, he was begging me to stop, he was getting late for his things. As I’m not one to do what I’m told (except when we are in power play) I didn’t stop. Until I got pitty of him.
My desire was for him to jerk off in the car, but the car parking was full. I don’t want my man to be arrested for having (solo) sex in public — if that ever happens, it will be because he was having sex with me, in person!
We both had a “happy end”. Me, masturbating and having an orgasm while imagining him stuck in the car, with a huge boner and unable to jerk off. He did his shopping and masturbated when he got home.
Sexual games are fun and strengthen relationships; the complicity that grows between partners is unique and bonding.
Sexting is one of the many forms I use to spicy my sexual life. It’s daring and, for me, it’s also a way to work on my dirty talking — I want to upgrade my game, I’m still not comfortable in it. Sexting is a great way to practise and get the grip of it.
Sexting is all good, there are no downsides to it. Well, there is one, actually: being caught by your manager when you unlock your phone, and a picture of your naked lover appears. True story.
So I guess a piece of advice is in order: when sexting, make sure to let the other part has privacy when sending sex pictures. Besides that, take all the liberty you want, and have lots of fun!
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