Page 37 of The Thorne at My Side
I admire her. I like her. I want to give her things. I want to take care of her. My painful erection is testament to my physical desire, but I could enjoy myself just as much if we spent the night talking.
So, I bailed. I’m not supposed to feel things for Maggie Collins. My feelings are reserved for TalkShopGirl, the woman I’ve developed a connection to through words alone.
I limp as quickly as I can to my bedroom and pull out the SMS Connect phone.
DCFOX:I know we still have a few weeks before we meet, andthat we can’t send pictures, but I have an idea.
Please message me back if you see this tonight.I silently beg her, hoping the universe will deliver the plea.
I slide out of my clothes and then into bed with only my boxer briefs on. The ceiling swims in my vision as the blood courses away from my brain. If TalkShopGirl doesn’t reply in a few minutes I’ll need to take a shower. I squeeze my eyes shut to try and avoid seeing Maggie as her orgasm climbs to its peak.
It doesn’t work.
The passion in her crystal blue eyes as she shared what she believes in is only slightly less sexy.
Everything about her drives me wild.
Ping.
My head whips to the phone.
TalkShopGirl:What is your idea?
Fuck. Yes. I need to play this right.
DCFox:There’s something to be said for chemistry, right?
TalkShopGirl:There is…
That’s my girl.
DCFox:Could we test our chemistry tonight?
I pull myself out past the waistband while I wait for her torespond. Usually when I jack off in the shower it's to a mental collection of body parts, waves of hair, feminine curves, painted lips.
Tonight, I’m going to picture a woman holding a phone. Maybe another toy.
TalkShopGirl:How would we do that?
I sit up straight and type quickly.
DCFox:I’d like to exchange texts while we masturbate. I want to feel as physically connected to you as I do to your words.
TalkShopGirl:I’m in.
I sigh with relief. This is insane, to feel proud of myself that she’s put her trust in me. I’m a faceless set of words on a screen to her. But she’s somehow full of life to me.
DCFox:Start by getting comfortable.
TalkShopGirl:Done.
DCFox:I’m lying in bed, fisting my cock. It’s already hard.
She could get scared off at any moment, but if I’m not myself here, we have no chance of a future together.
TalkShopGirl:I’m naked in bed, too.
TalkShopGirl:And I’m wet.
