Page 11 of Fervency Love

Her reply makes me feel even better.

He’s got a sexy voice. That voice in itself could make me come.

Well, fuck, now I’m all turned on again.

“Get going, Stan. I’m going to talk to her now. Find something else to do.”

“Sure thing, mate.”

Stan writes that I’m going to take over. She tests me by asking a question only I could know the answer to. It’s smart—a real trial of my perception. She asks what color shorts she wore. They were dark blue, of course. Cotton. Tightly wrapped around her awesome ass. The memory itself makes my head spin and buzz with dirty thoughts. My hands closing on her buttocks and my tongue… What’s happening to me!?

She trusts me. I love this. She’s so full of life, joyful and direct. She’s a real godsend.

She gets mad that I’m using Stan, which is cute. I can imagine the face she’s making. I love it when she’s mad. She’s so pretty then!

And then a question pops up on the screen:

Want to tell me something?

Hmm, a lot of things, really: that you’re fantastic, that I dream of kissing you, caressing your delicate body, embracing you. You smell so good. No, come on, Ve, get your shit together! You can’t tell her that. But there is something else. I type in, quickly:

You have an amazing ass.

Her response is plainspoken, impulsive:

Thanks, I knew you’d like it.

She did it on purpose! So I’d want her like nobody before. Alright, I’ll play her game.

I’d like to kiss it.

It kind of typed itself. Wow, it’s getting hot! I wonder what she says to that.

Maybe your dream will come true one day.

She’s game! Without thinking, I add:

I wonder if you’re as sexy in the front…

Shit, I’m overdoing it. I’ll scare her away. Maybe I’m being too vulgar? I start to regret writing that last bit when she replies, playing along. She likes it.

More than you know.

I’m so turned on now, I can’t stop writing:

I bet you’re hairy down there.

Sorry to disappoint.

So… she shaves? There’s too little space in my pants when my imagination starts working. I can’t go on like that, I need more details!

So you’re smooth? You shave?

Not entirely.

My imagination is aroused.

She adds a moment later:

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