This was a while ago, but I got a text earlier that brought it all back to me.
We had been teasing each other all day: you commented on my outfit and how hot I looked that morning, I told you how lucky you were to have me, that type of thing. I’ve never been much of a “sext-er” and you told me the anticipation of sending dirty texts would inhibit your ability to perform. What were your words again? Something like “I’d probably last less than a minute once I got in if I thought about fucking you all day long.” It was flattering, to say the least, but I was also a little sad.
