Sext

Walking down the aisle,
At the local grocery store,
Doing my weekly shopping.

My phone rang.

A sext.

No picture,
Just text.

“I’m so wet —

“Do you want to,
Taste me?”

“Lick me wet,
Wetter?”

“Please!”

Seconds later,
It was followed with a 2nd sext:

“I want to feel,
Every single inch,
Of your,
Long,
Hard,
Dripping
Cock —“

“As it slides,
Slowly,
Deep inside,
My,
Dripping,
Wet,
Throbbing,
Cunt.”


A few seconds later,
A third sext:

“I want,
You to be,
Gentle,
Sweet,
Kind.”

A series of quick sexts:

“LOL.”

“Just kidding.”

“Flip me over.”

“Slap my ass.”

“Leave teeth marks,
On my butt.”

“Pound your cock,
In and out of my cunt.”

“Squeeze my boobs.”

“Pinch my nipples.”

“Twist your fingers,
In my hair."

“Ride me —
Hard.”

"Hard."

Several minutes went by.

Another text —
Not a sext,
A simple text:

“I miss typed.
What I sent —
They weren’t meant for you.”

“Sorry.”

I texted back:

“You’re welcome.”

“And,
Thank you.”

“For the few moments,
Of erotic pleasure,
In the middle of my,
Thoroughly,
Ordinary day.”