them sexts

[inuyasock]

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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[wyvernstail]

[Dion's not done, he sends a second, hand now much lower, finger tips dipping into his small clothes.]

Still not a perfect score, though.
Perhaps you can show me how's it done?

[A third picture, taking hold of his spear through the cotton of his skvivies, to show off that no, he is not compensating for anything with his spear.]

[ramuhed]

(That sure is something and Cid feels his mouth go dry as he tries not to sear the image on his phone into his memory. He's failing miserably and Tarja is still talking; about what Cid really couldn't say by this point.

He really should say something. It's not like he can send a picture of his own back, which is definitely for the best. Is it getting hot in here or...?)

Not in a position to, this time at least, that and I like my head to stay clean on it's shoulders. Though in the interest of fairness I think you know that you didn't get through to whomever your pictures were intended for. Rest assured they shan't see the light of day. Keep working on it, you might just hit that esteemed ten.

(Unless it's really required, then Cid will start a conversation.)

[wyvernstail]

I thought as much when you called me sunshine. No one has ever called me that.

[ramuhed]

No flies on you is there? Not being called sunshine says a lot, not a fan or no-one dares?

[wyvernstail]

If I'm honest, I'd suspect the latter or that it never occurred to anyone to give me a nickname. I daresay I like it.

[ramuhed]

That's on them then, they should grow a pair and give it a go.

Oh? Well then sunshine, I'll make sure to keep that in mind for future talks, of which we'll be having, no doubt.

[wyvernstail]

My stepmother would have a fit if she found out. Which only makes me wish they would all the more.

No doubt. You owe me a picture. And what shall I call you? Mysterious Stranger seems too on the nose.

[ramuhed]

Maybe something can be arranged, just to see how much of a fit she throws.

Now there's a dilemma, should I really be telling you? But then you did send such compelling pictures and never let it be said I'm am unfair man.

Some call me Cid.

[wyvernstail]

[There's a pause.]

The same Cid I chased out of Drake's Head not too long ago?

[ramuhed]

Can't get anything past you. And might be. Sorry for leaving a big hole, but not sorry for walking on out.

[wyvernstail]

There are only so many Cids in the world. And knowing my luck, it would be you.

Getting you out was the goal. So that little exchange went as intended. The hole will be repaired eventually.

[ramuhed]

I could argue and say there's only ever going to be one of me. And hey it could be so much worse.

Well bugger me, next time just walk an old man out.

[wyvernstail]

Would you have if I had asked? Though if buggering would have gotten you out of the Mothercrystal, I would have led with that.

[ramuhed]

Probably not, I was on a mission.

What can I say? That would be much comparable than a flare to the face. In future you should lead with that.

[wyvernstail]

I shall take that under advisement.

Though I wonder, which would tempt you more? My front or my back?

[ramuhed]

I could say I have little preference, if I'm reading you right. But ultimately, I don't turn my back on people I don't trust.

[wyvernstail]

You're reading me right. And there are many ways that neither of us have to turn our backs on each other.