Laying here scrolling through Instagram on yet another night of of insomnia and a DM (direct message) pops up. I don’t recognize the name or the picture. Normally I would ignore it, but curiosity and boredom got the best of me. I opened the DM and it was from a gentleman named Dave. Dave said that he scrolled through my page and found me intriguing. Something about my posts and my smile made him want to know more about me. He sent a picture and I could not help but acknowledge how handsome he was. Smooth dark chocolate skin, a body that looked like it was chiseled out of stone, the most kissable lips….let’s just say he definitely had my attention. I decided to exchange numbers with Dave and continue our conversation offline. He continued to text me throughout the day. He was intelligent and had a great sense of humor.
What came next totally took me by surprise…. One night Dave sent me a picture of a nude couple. The woman was straddling the man’s face and his hands were squeezing her thighs as if he was holding her down on top of him. He asked me to pay attention to the look on her face. I studied her face like it was one of my textbooks. I’ve long forgotten what that kind of pleasure looks like, let alone feels like. He asked me what I thought. I wanted to tell him that I wished that I was her, but instead I said she looks happy. He laughed and said that he knew what I was thinking. It’s like he could read my mind. Dave said, “You want to be her, you want to know how she feels”. I was embarrassed yet completely turned on. “Why am I even entertaining this conversation”, I thought to myself. I remained quiet, not knowing what to say.
Dave told me that he wanted to give me that kind of pleasure. He wanted me to ride his face until my whole body shook. He wanted to be the person to help me let go. He wanted me to use his body like a drug, until I was numb from pain and pleasure. I sat speechless. How could a stranger in my inbox make me want to abandon all good sense and get lost in his world? I thought about what it would be like to give myself to him with no inhibitions. I was afraid to ask Dave where he lived. I didn’t want to know. I was hoping he lived in California. Somewhere far. But of course he volunteered that he lived in Brooklyn and that he lived alone.
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He asked me when was I free. I stopped responding. He can’t be serious! Who does this? Would you hook up with someone you barely knew if they promised to do whatever it took to make your body ache for them. Whose words made your vagina muscles throb. Someone whose voice made you instantly moist? Who knew sexting could be this intense. Well it’s been 3 days since I’ve last spoke to Stranger Dave. To be honest I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s getting late, time to force myself to sleep. Ughhh another sleepless night with no class tomorrow… Mmmm I wonder what Stranger Dave is doing…….
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