Hit send. Feel regret.

[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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[arachnobrat]

Yep. Because then it got me thinking of the last text and that was just bound to cause a problem.

[krasivyy]

Are you doing homework?

[arachnobrat]

My brain is otherwise occupied, but that's what I HAD been doing.

[krasivyy]

Ah.
So you're thinking about the last time we saw each other? You know, when I blew you so hard you almost blacked out?

[arachnobrat]

[There's a pained sound, and Peter hunches over a bit more in his seat.]

Is this punishment for something?

[krasivyy]

Honestly, I didn't think you'd be in public.

[arachnobrat]

And yet I am. With a painful problem. And now I'm thinking of you and it's not going away.

[krasivyy]

I could come help.

[arachnobrat]

[Peter had a sudden flurry of images and scenarios float through his mind, bringing out another small whine and the thudding of his head down on the table. He texted back slowly.]

That might make it worse. Thinking about it has. You can't just throw a hot sexy woman at a guy with an overactive sex drive and just

not have him think about things.

[krasivyy]

Sorry?

[ nope, not even a little bit. ]

[arachnobrat]

[Was he going to do it? He was going to do it.]

You could prove that.

[krasivyy]

How would you like me to apologize?

[arachnobrat]

Orally would be nice. Or a more hands on apology.

[He sat up a little straighter, shoving his books and laptop in his back because no, he wasn't going to be able to study now.]

[krasivyy]

Sounds easy enough. You're at the cafe on 6th, right?

[arachnobrat]

[He paused as he was zipping up his bag.]

How did you know th

YOU'RE SPYING ON ME>?

[krasivyy]

You do know I'm a spy, right?

[arachnobrat]

But on ME. That's both terrifying and kinda hot.

[krasivyy]

I'm also kind of a fugitive right now.

[arachnobrat]

Are you trying to make me come in my pants right now?

[krasivyy]

I'd be disappointed if you did. I prefer my mouth or between my thighs.

[arachnobrat]

[This was his life. This was it. Right here.]

Me too. Right now. Seriously. Right. Now.

[krasivyy]

See that white SUV out front?

[arachnobrat]

[Was that why he'd felt his spidey senses tingling? He looked out the window and saw said White SUV, leaving his coffee on the table and slinging his bag over his shoulder.]

Yes. Are you in the white SUV? Because you'd better park it soon.

[Big talk from one-time-fuck Peter Parker.]

[krasivyy]

It's already parked.

[ and she's sitting in the backseat with her legs crossed behind a pair of sunglasses, looking entirely amused. ]

[arachnobrat]

I meant somewhere where no one's going to peek in the windows and charge me with indecent butt exposure or something.

[But he was already on his way out, crossing the street and dodging a taxi that seemed to not see him (or give no cares there was a person in the way, which was more likely).

He walked up to the parked vehicle and knocked on the door.]

Pest control. Heard you had a spider problem?