Phone sex & Sexting

[justformemes]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[expeditionerss]

Well now I know a walk around your mind would be quite the eye-opening experience. Though I always assumed so.

...You are indeed, Verso.

You know you speak like this...write like this to me and how could anyone, even the strongest among us, only want you for single night? You worry about the inability to keep things casual and yet I find myself already aching for night, after night, after night. And I wish so much that I can be greedy, that I could have every single one of those experiences. And to make choose is rather cruel. I need it all, Verso. Want it all. But if I must choose...

Take me. Hold me down. Fuck me with a passion so much I can hardly find my breath. Fuck me till I know is you and your cock. Fuck my throat till I swallow you down like you're finest wine I've ever tasted.

I...

[ Instead of an answer, a picture comes though on the others device. He'd clearly taken a moment to set it up but Gustave already looked almost sinfully ruined. His dark curls falling over dark, lustful eyes as he leaned back against a smooth rock of the cliff face of camp. His expedition robes untangled and unbuckled, his pants unbuckled and a hand sliding into his pants to squeeze at the outline of a cock still trapped by his underwear. A moment later another message comes though-]

You could say that.

[perfectionrank]

Among other things.

Then allow me to continue. I've plenty to say.

I'll give you anything, night after night after night, if you'll have me. You've captured my attention in such a way, I don't know if I'll ever have enough of you. I want you to be greedy, to let me be as well.

As you wish, then. I'll take you apart piece by piece, learn every part of your body and all the ways I can make that pretty mouth of yours sing for me. All before I slide my cock between those lips of yours, let you get just a taste before I fuck your throat. Over and over until those dark eyes of yours are pleading for me to give you what you want. Until you're begging in whatever way you can.

( The picture is a surprise, but a welcome one. Gustave's always attractive, but seeing him on display like this, ruined and wanting, is truly a sight. An inspiration that makes his fingers long to play his body as easily as he does the ivory keys of a piano. And there's another urge, thought long forgotten - a realization that he feels as if he could pick up a brush, spill pigment across a canvas in an attempt to capture the lust he feels looking at Gustave.

He breathes out, wets his lips, and palms himself through his own pants slowly.)

Touch yourself. Touch yourself and close your eyes, and imagine I'm there with you. Imagine my hands are slipping under your clothes, learning the lines of your body as my lips caress your neck.