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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[catholica]

Tell me what you want to do on those silk sheets?

[assholic]

You.

And this would be where I'd send a winkyface.

[catholica]

I appreciate the gesture.

You're gonna have to put the sheets on the bed if you want to do me on them.

[assholic]

Only if you give me a time you're going to be here. I'm not ruining them with my uncultured ass alone.

[catholica]

Tonight? If you can make time in your busy schedule.

[assholic]

Schedule's clear.

[catholica]

So's mine, imagine that.

[assholic]

I think you should bring something to this silk sheet party. I have no idea what, but some part of me feels it's necessary.

[catholica]

Besides myself? I'm not enough?

[assholic]

Silk sheets, Matt. Respect the effort.

[catholica]

Do you want fine? To complete the fancy set up?

[assholic]

Pamper me, bitch.

[catholica]

Excuse me, that's Mister Bitch.

[assholic]

And it's Mistress Bitch for you. So come over and show me something I haven't seen before, Matty.

[catholica]

Give me a little bit of time to get over there and I will. I'm blind, you know. Takes me longer to walk.

[assholic]

You are so full of shit, your eyes are brown.

I'll make the bed.

[catholica]

Thanks for the compliment.

I'll be there soon.

( and though it does take him a little time to get there, he doesn't dawdle or waste time. he's there in under an hour. )

[assholic]

[She has the bed made. Even down to the new duvet with the chamois overcover that she'd gotten for it and a few new pillows. Her bed definitely looked like it didn't belong in her room, or the apartment in general, but she'd had a quick shower, put on something with satin under her jeans and tshirt, and was sitting at her desk, finishing up a file when he got there.]

I can see you hovering outside the door. Only you would think stalker is a flirty move.

[catholica]

It's not hovering.

( he says as he reaches for the knob, juggling both the wine bottle and the walking cane. maybe he didn't really need it but had to keep up appearances. )

I was making myself presentable.

[assholic]

How would you even know? Waiting for that old biddy down the hall to ooh and ah over your ass again?

[She closed the folder and moved to put it away in her desk, looking up at him as he walked in with his little blind-man prop and the bottle of wine.]

Wine's a good start. But I like that you're here at all.

[Honesty. It was something she'd been working on lately. Don't judge her.]

[catholica]

Don't be jealous.

( once he's folded the cane up and put it down, he crosses the room and puts the wine bottle on her desk, presenting it with a gesture of his wrist. )

I don't even know if it's good wine but I'm sure it's enough to do the job. Can't be too bad. Cost me about thirty bucks. And it's not in a box.

[assholic]

[When he stopped in front the desk, she stands and comes around it. A gaze flicks down to the bottle, not really concerned with quality as much as the whole game they were playing just then. She reached out and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him in as she stepped up, meeting his lips with hers in a hard and hungry kiss.]

I like this year the best.

[catholica]

( matt might not be able to see her coming but he can hear her, smell her so it's little surprise when she grabs at him and pulls him close. his lips find hers and he returns that kiss, one hand coming up to rest against her hip.

when she pulls back, his lips tug into a smile. )

Lucky me getting the right one without even trying.

[assholic]

[Their little game had her grinning back, and she slid her body up against his, wondering if he could hear the difference from the usual cotton underwear to the satin. She moved to tug at his tie, humming a little as she saw that smirk of his.]

Nothing about you revolves around luck, Murdock.

[catholica]

You sound so sure of yourself.

( at that, his smirk only widens and he shrugs his shoulders like he's the most innocent person in the world. )

There are some lucky things about me.