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No, I know she wouldn’t have. It must be someone
from last night though with the implied connotation. I did speak to a few guys—nah,
I definitely didn’t give out my number. Okay, play it cool, let’s see where
this is heading.

 

50? Is that all uv got?

 

That all depends on who’s looking back up
at me.

 

Suggestive and cocky. This has Jax written all
over it. As much as I want to tell him to fuck off for walking out, I’m super
curious. Plus it could be somebody else. I need to lure them out…

 

You’d barely reach 25 if it were me
then!

 

Really? That’s very presumptuous of u.
Ur that gud huh?

 

No, not basing that on MY performance…

 

Wat r u suggesting? That I cudnt satisfy
u?

 

Argh! Still not specific enough, this isn’t
working, I’ll have to call him out.

 

U tell me Mr Premature!

 

I’d rather show u but I can assure u, ur
mistaken. Y wud u say that?

 

Oh u know… Here 1 minute, gone the next…

 

Ooh… Now I see.

 

Whilst I’m deciding how to respond, another
message comes through.

 

I thought u’d finished with me. Did u
require my body 4 anything else in particular Angel?

 

I knew it. Jax!
If I’m so much of an angel
why am I desperately drawn to his devilish charms?

 

My stomach somersaults. Then it dawns on me
that I have no real reason to tell him to fuck off anyway. The thought of
asking him why he left or even where he went, just makes me cringe. As much as
I’ve been feeling like I’m addicted to Jax, I’m not a bunny boiler. That lap
dance was a big deal for me because I’ve never done anything like that before.
Plus I’m sure that my hunger to make him want me is one of the reasons I pulled
out the stops. For him it was what it was – a bit of fun.

 

I feel nervous now but can’t hide the
excitement that he has made the effort to somehow get my number and text. I
suppose I did ask to be friends-that-flirt, it’d be rude not to indulge, even
just a little…

 

Well actually, r u any good with ur
hands? I’ve been on my feet all day & I’m aching all over.

 

Luckily for you, I’m qualified in sports
massage & I can assure u that they’re anything but premature. I’m always
very thorough. B at the gym for 6pm 2moro.

 

Jeez, that didn’t play out how I intended. Is
he serious? He sounds serious. I was hoping for more flirty fun texts. I’ll try
and steer this back on track…

 

I don’t like being told what to do…

 

And then I quickly follow up with:

 

…unless I’m naked.

 

B there at 6pm & I’ll c wat I can do
4u.

 

R u serious?

 

Always

 

Ok. I’ll luk 4ward 2 it. Btw how do u
know my number?

 

I know everything… Including ur medical
history ;)

 

Winky face! Medical history? What is he talking
about? Oh, duh! 24/7, my registration information.

 

Abusing ur managerial status? Tut tut

 

Not abuse, more like leading by example,
delivering exceptional customer care. Checking on the wellbeing of our finest
member & offering my services. I always like 2 go that extra mile.
Appointment 6pm sharp!

 

Bossy huh? Hmmm. Ok boss, as long as u
don’t put a ‘dis’ on the front of that ‘appointment’.

 

Impossible.

 

I’ll hold u 2 that.

 

Oh and u calling me ‘boss’… U have no
idea wat that does 4 me!

 

Sorry but my bubble bath is calling me 2
ease these aches & pains. C u 2moro x

 

Whoops, was the ‘x’ too much, too weird?

 

No way r u goin 2 leave me with that
image Beth. I’m not done playing with my flirt-buddy yet. R u going 2 let me
join u?

 

I wish! Not that I want him to know that.

 

Last night, when Miss Alter Ego had a last
minute spark of genius with the water bottle, it was just another sexy excuse
to push it a little further. Hands down, his lips on mine was by far the best
part of that mission. With lips like that, they’re bound to be talented—and
experienced no doubt…

 

Mmm, when I think about brushing against his
erection during that dance last night. It killed me not to just drop my full
weight down and ease the throbbing between my legs. That was my so called fIirt-buddy!
More stomach somersaults. My gladiator.

 

Now that wud b more than flirting G!

 

G? How about a compromise?

 

My new private nickname 4 u & I’m
always open 2 compromise.

 

—with Jax. I’m always open to compromise with
him.

 

No problem B (& that’s not short for
Beth). How about we play another little game of mine? Trust me, this one is far
better.

 

He is talking about him kissing that girl in
front of me at Tricks. And ‘B’? Breasts, boobs, butt? How original… Whatever
anyway, I like ‘B’.

 

I’m waiting…

 

I am going to tell u wat happened in
part 2 of last night. It’s the version where u accept my invite 4 privacy. I
won’t b there 2 touch u so you’ll have to do that 4 me…

 

It won’t be the first time G…

 

I’m enjoying our exchange so much, I type
faster than I’m thinking. Why am I admitting to touching myself over him? Okay,
it’s okay, we’re just messing around. It’s like role-play, I can always deny
it.

 

Likewise B

 

No way—is he telling the truth? The thought of
him masturbating whilst thinking about me is such an incredibly sexy vision, I
would have loved to have seen that! What did he think about exactly? I wonder if
it was last night.

 

Well, I hope my head can handle what I’m about
to do because I already know I’m going to do it regardless. I want to take my
imagination on this journey with Jax, in whatever way I can have him, right now.
It’ll give me a much better insight as to what goes on in his head too, without
his body here to distract me. No harm in a fantasy fuck, even when it’ll be
closely followed with a headfuck…
Stop thinking now Beth, just go with it.

 

Ok, but this seems a little 1 sided,
wat’s in it 4 u?

 

Promise me that u will get in the bath
& when ur ready I will send u messages. I don’t need any replies. Just the
thought that u will be readin them, in the bath, wet, horny & naked, imagining
us, word 4 word… That’s more than enough 4 me Angel.

 

I promise. Hmm it sounds like uv done
this before…

 

Never & I don’t lie. Just call it
divine inspiration B… R u naked now?

 

All but a silk robe.

 

Lose it. Start running ur bath. Hot
& deep. Tell me when ur ready.

 

And so it begins… He is right, this little game
is far better than his mind games in Tricks.

 

I do as I’m told, putting the mixer tap on full
blast. Adding lots of shea butter bubble bath. Before I waver, I rush to the
kitchen to grab a large glass of dutch courage. Wills is nowhere to be seen.
There’s half a bottle of white wine in the fridge so I take that with a glass
and head back to the bedroom. I fill the glass and place it on the corner ledge
of the bath. The bath has filled quickly and the room’s steamed up nicely,
smelling divine. I hang my robe on the back of the door and grab my phone.

 

I’m all urs G.

 

Propping my phone in a reachable position on
the cabinet, I rest it on a bath towel and step into the bath. It smells and
feels so good. I’ve dimmed the light to help set the mood, not quite candlelight
but it’ll do.

 

I have never met anybody remotely like Jax and
if my life hadn’t turned in this direction I can’t imagine that our paths
would’ve ever crossed. He is spontaneously sexy and somehow presses buttons in
me that I didn’t know existed. He brings out a side in me that Mike never
managed. It surely can’t be solely due to how much I’m attracted to him, there
must be something more.

 

I want to spend more time with him, delve a bit
deeper and try to get to know him. Then I’ll know if it’s the sexual chemistry
that’s creating this deep craving that I have for him, or something even deeper.
But in the meantime, let’s concentrate on this moment. My G, my bath, his words
and our imaginations… Yes please!

 

U lead me away from everybody, up the stairs.
It’s dark & empty. U pull me over 2 a private alcove & go 2 sit down.
Instead I turn u around & bend u backwards across the table. It’s killed me
to let u have control 4 so long so now it’s my turn to get militant all over u…

 

Wow... This is what
sexting
feels like?
I don’t know whether he has already imagined this or if he’s having to ad-lib
but
damn
either way, I am vividly there with him, every step, my backs
on the cold table staring up at his beautifully chiselled face. His next text
can’t come quick enough.

 

I can finally touch u. I get rid of ur
jacket, bend over u & I pull back the material of ur bikini with my teeth
so I can finally wrap my mouth over ur fucking perfect tits. U dig ur nails in
my back & I undo ur shorts. I rip them down to find that my fuckable little
soldier is also going commando.

 

Knowing that these words have travelled from
his head to his fingers, to my eyes and then rippled all over my every part of
my naked body—I can imagine the position he’s put me in. I inject the scene
into my mind’s eye and it’s so good, so real. I feel myself aching for his
body. So dominant, carnal and raw. This extreme physical need to have somebody
is something I have
never
experienced. This is a major turn on when it’s
coming from the likes of Mr Closed Book.

 

My lips have parted, the steam from the bath
and the heat of his words have dried my mouth and driven me thirsty. I shakily gulp
back some wine and sink back down into the deep water surrounded by bubbles. I
re-read the thread whilst I wait for the next instalment. Now I can almost
smell him and I swear I can feel those sketched lips on my neck, my lips, my nipples.
I just wish they really were but this is the next best thing I guess. This is
the closest I can get without risking fucking it all up.

 

I lift the words from the screen and hear them
in his husky tone, letting every word resonate straight between my legs until
my core deliciously tightens. My hands become his once more, hidden beneath the
bubbles, making it easier to fantasize.

 

U wrap ur legs around me & I stand
back up, takin u with me. U bite down on my lip again & it feels as sexy as
the 1
st
time. I grab the ass that’s been tempting me all fucking
night & undo my trousers. I never go bareback but I need 2 feel every inch
of you, inside and out. I aim my weapon at the target but don’t wait for any orders
before I lower u down to hit it, inch by inch…

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