We will never meet.
We haven’t even exchanged phone numbers.
Our play exists only in the cyber realm through sexy text messages and naughty pictures.
In real life he’s a Marine. A hero. But not when he’s texting me.
When he’s texting me he’s a dirty boy.
All his naughty dreams and fantasies come out to play.
“Tell me a story,” he always starts our conversations.
He wants to hear about my sex life.
I always tell him about my latest fling.
I leave out no detail.
By the time I’m done he’s sending me the naughtiest, nastiest pictures you can imagine.
For my collection.
We’re both single. We’re allowed to be as naughty as we want.
I know someday I’ll have to give him up.
In fact, IT’S REQUIRED FOR MY PERSONAL GROWTH to leave this relationship behind.
But for now I can do as I please with him.
And he pleases me greatly!