Sexting the night away

[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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[lawyerbyday]

Honestly? Everywhere. I'd love to do a tour of New York to have 'places I've fucked Jessica' in.

[selectiveconscience]

Obviously we should start in Hell's kitchen.

What sounds risky to you? A dark alley somewhere? A park?

[lawyerbyday]

Nowhere kids could come by. I'm up for being naughty, but there's a line.

[selectiveconscience]

I gave you my suggestions. This time of night, I doubt they'll be any kids around.

What do you suggest?

[lawyerbyday]

We could start in a cab heading somewhere. Sit on my lap?

[selectiveconscience]

If you're going to feel me up while we're in the cab, I can't promise I'll be able to sit still.

[lawyerbyday]

I don't want you to.

[selectiveconscience]

Foreplay is going to be luxury more than a necessity by the time we meet up. I'm soaked already.

Give me half an hour? Meet up at your place and take a cab from there?

[lawyerbyday]

So what you're saying is I shouldn't bother with underwear and pack my pockets with wipes?

move to action threading?

[selectiveconscience]

You don't need a condom either, but that's your choice.

On my way.

Works for me.

[lawyerbyday]

You never seem to want me to bring those. Hence the wipes.

See you soon.

[selectiveconscience]

[She gave him the courtesy of knocking on his door. It was a rare and enticing occasion indeed given the fact that she was wearing a black skirt that fell just past her knees. A black halter top completed the outfit. Very different from her typical ripped jeans and long sleeved shirt attire. She looked stunning when she set her mind to it, perhaps even a little less guarded and a little more vulnerable]

Ready?

[lawyerbyday]

[He didn't have the benefit of being able to enjoy the view, but he could hear the swish of the material of her skirt, could tell she'd taken the time to make herself look nice, even if it was mostly lost on him. She smelled good, and he came over to her, an arm going to her back to draw her in so he could kiss her first. Something long and slow before he let her go.]

I am now.

[selectiveconscience]

[Jessica was never quite sure just how much Matt could 'see' with his other senses. Still, if she was going wear a skirt, she figured she might as well get all dolled up for the occasion. If nothing else, he would definitely be able to hear the increased heart rate of any guy that laid eyes on her tonight.

She leaned into his kiss, just tall enough that she had to crane her neck slightly, but by now it was instinctual. Drawing back, she nudged the door open]

Did you call a taxi?

[lawyerbyday]

I did. You smell amazing. You sure we have to go?

[He was kidding -- partly.]

[selectiveconscience]

If you want to stay and take the edge off, that's fine with me.

[She had a feeling he was just as aroused as she was right now. She offered just to tease him]

But I'm all dressed up and I'd hate for you to mess up my make up.

[lawyerbyday]

Of course I do, but if we stay, I'm not going to want to go out again. Getting you naked is usually a top priority. Once that happens, we're stuck here.

[He reached out for his coat off the hook, shrugging into it and giving her a small smirk.]

I intend to mess up a lot.

[His hand patted one pocket.]

Got the wipes to prove it.

[selectiveconscience]

[Jessica grinned at his admission. Truth be told neither of them would be willing to leave the apartment once their clothes came off. When he took his coat, she moved in close enough for him to feel the curves of her body as she slid her hand down to palm his cock through the fabric of his pants. Just once and then her hand was gone and she was already walking away, heading outside as the honk of a horn announced that their cab had arrived]

Good. I wouldn't have it any other way. Let's get going.

[lawyerbyday]

You...

[He grit his teeth, moving to hurry after her as they left the apartment, locking the door behind him and shifting to tug his jacket down in front of the sudden erection he had.]

[selectiveconscience]

[She paused just outside the back passenger side of the cab, opening the door for him as any polite person would do for a seemingly blind man. The poor cab driver was probably put at ease. Little did he know.

Once Matt was seated, she slid in beside him, leaving it up to him to determine the destination while she pressed in close against his side. She'd get on his lap eventually, she just thought it would be a little more classy if she waited for the cab to take off]

[lawyerbyday]

[Getting in, Matt gave the cabbie the address for Central Park, figuring they might as well play out a stereotype. She was sitting close to him, too close, but his hand just found its way to the top of her knee, gripping her there as he picked up on her scent, the problem in his pants not getting any better.]

[selectiveconscience]

[It's not like she hadn't been aroused before she even got to his place, but her scent definitely ramped up now that what they had been sexting about was actually happening. She mirrored him by sliding her hand along his upper thigh. Her lips part just slightly, but she doesn't make a sound. She turned to look at Matt. By now, she could read the subtle signs of his own state of arousal. The flare of his nostrils as he took in her scent, little micro expressions that he couldn't hide, not from her]

This time of night, the traffic is going to be god fucking awful.

[Small talk helped make it seem like they were just another couple, nothing out of the ordinary]

[lawyerbyday]

[She was horrible and he was going to make his priest rue the day he walked into the confession booth, but that didn't stop him from sliding his hand further up her thigh, teasing under the edge of her skirt.]

The traffic is always awful. It's New York.

[selectiveconscience]

[She'd pay good money, money she didn't have, just to be a fly on that confessional booth wall later on]

You'd think I'd be used to it by now.

[She kept the conversation going even as her heart rate picked up and her pulse skyrocketed. He was close enough to her femoral artery that there was no way he couldn't pick up on it even without his hyper active senses. Her hand crept higher still until her palm was pressed over the tell tale tent of his erection through his slacks. Turnabout was fair play after all]

[lawyerbyday]

[That was not the same thing at all, but he shifted under her grip, pressing into her hand as his own slid further up her skirt, testing to see if she was going commando or not.]

And yet...