You have an amazing ass.
That’s a bit bewildering, to be honest.
Thanks, I knew you’d like it.
I click “send” and smile to myself. He likes me. Or, rather, he likes my ass, but that’s something, I guess, taking into consideration the fact that I used to feel self-conscious about it for years.
I’d like to kiss it.
My cheeks blush. He’s so direct and talks dirty just the way I like.
Maybe your dream will come true one day.
I’d like him to do it, if I’m to be honest, though the very thought makes my cheeks flush.
I wonder if you’re as sexy in the front…
More than you know.
It’s completely innocent, of course. It’s easier to talk like that online than directly… but it’s getting hot!
I bet you’re hairy down there.
What a thing to say! No, I’m not hairy. I never was.
Sorry to disappoint.
So you’re smooth? You shave?
Not entirely.
My imagination is aroused.
I hope not only your imagination.
So?
I can sense his impatience.
So I have what you call a landing strip.
I’m not sure if he’d get it, but I heard it called that once or twice and laughed inwardly at the comparison.
I’m hard!
Now that response turns me on. No boy has ever made me wet with words alone.
Sure, you’re always hard! lol
Not always.
Oops, I might have touched a nerve there.
Oh yeah? When?
I get a confirmation of what’s obvious at this point.
I’m hard when I think of you. I can’t control it. I think my dick likes you.