Me:Of course I do. Wish I could see them in person.
Brandi:Me too. You have something I wish I could see.
Oh hell no. I know where this is going, and I know it’s a terrible idea. This is how pictures of your dick end up on the internet after a breakup.
Brandi:If you show me, I’ll show you. Hurry, I have to get back to the office. Send me away happy.
What the hell has gotten into this girl, and why do I seem to like it so much? She doesn’t have much time, so I have to make a quick decision, which is bad because when you’ve been drinking straight Hennessy, quick decisions are always bad decisions. Nonetheless, I do it. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out like a teenager going through his horny years. I snap the pic and send it before I even have a chance to think about it and change my mind. I sit there waiting for the screen to say the image has been delivered, and as soon as it does, the regret finally comes. What the hell am I thinking?
Brandi:Oh my god, yes! I’m gonna take a second to make myself come to this image before I go back out. I can’t wait to feel this inside me again!
Once again, just as I finish reading the message, another image pops up. This one is of Brandi sitting on a toilet in a bathroom stall, with two of her fingers in her beautiful pussy. Just looking at the image makes my cock hard.
Brandi:Thinking about you! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Good night!
I look at the picture for a while, and I don’t even bother writing her back. I spend the next five minutes finishing off my Hennessy and laughing at myself for being so ridiculous.
“Did I really just send this girl a picture of my dick?” I ask myself aloud, shaking my head in disbelief as I get up and take the empty glass to the sink. “I must be losing my fucking mind. Go to bed, Jarrod. You’re drunk.”