I remember the first time I tried sexting. It was awkward and I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right. Sending dirty pictures of me and describing what dirty things I wanted to do to my boyfriend (at the time) was difficult for me to get creative at.
Sexting my boobies!
I was more of a hands-on type of person (I still am) where I’d jump on him as soon as he would walk through the door and I’d rip his clothes off. But because we lived in two different cities 40 minutes away and both worked full time, we only got to see each other on weekends; and sometimes every other weekend. We didn’t want to lose the spice level we always had every time we would see each other, so our dirty sext relationship started with one little question, “What are you doing right now?” Followed by a “Thinking of what I would like to do to you when I see you.”
At first, it was difficult to get into because it felt very cheesy and corny. But the more I pictured myself doing what I actually wanted to do to him the next time I would see him, the easier it got. The best part of it all was when we would sext at the most inconvenient times of the day. If I was at work filing paperwork, I would get lady-wood just by reading his dirty text messages to me. I would have a sinful grin on my face for the rest of the day and it would always put me in the best mood. Sometimes I would sext him during his work day and would get a reply back of his hard cock in his pants.
A little sample of the “lighter” sexting….
But being in different non-sexual environments (like at a sushi bar with friends or at a business lunch with co-workers) is what made our sexting more exciting. The thought of two people trying to arouse each other with short little sexual words while trying to get along with their busy day was such a turn on. The challenge was to turn each other on under any circumstances and we never failed at it. If I ever explained to anyone around me why I subtly grinned every time I looked down at my cell phone, they’d know what I was doing every single time. Keeping that secret to myself was hard, but worth the pleasure.
A boner my dirty sexting words caused.
It’s all in good fun. It keeps things interesting and allows our fantasies to be played out. Our creative imaginations led us to trying out new things and although we broke up, I don’t regret it because the relationship I had with him awoke a part of me I didn’t know I had. I look forward to having that connection again with someone else. Who knows? Maybe there’s a deeper level of abbreviated sexual phrases that’ll turn you on I’m not completely aware about and I’ve only just scratched the surface. But I’m more than willing to find out!
