The Scent of Sexting

My Dearest Pet

Our emotional affair is indeed infidelity.  I’m so sorry.

I’ve drawn you in, and now you’re upset.

You’ll get over it, of course, and invite me back. Were I within a few miles of you, we would have fucked so much earlier. You would have come to my apartment and pounded me senseless. You would have shoved your dick in me to the hilt, rampant and sweaty, thrilled as I begged you to jizz in my cunt.  And because of your initiative to travel, your willingness to make space in your busy schedule, to darken my doorway when I leave you a key,

the guilt digs at you deeply.

It should.

But you come for me anyway, and I reward you. I leave your balls empty and your wanton need satiated. You curse yourself in your driveway and wipe yourself thoroughly, fearful she might notice my essence.

I dressed you before you left, made you keep the light coating I smeared on your penis, the sweet juice that I sprayed on your chest. My scent fills your car and saturates your clothes.

I gave you my panties. You couldn’t refuse them. You must find a safe place to put them… inside your pillowcase for now, so tonight while she sleeps you can smell them and think of me – of us – grinding and thrusting, the trembling moans of my body, my walls clasping the shaft of your cock.  Unlike her, I’m so tight.  So young.  So eager.

You’ll send me a midnight message. I’ll walk you through masturbating in the kitchen, stroking your dick with the silk that was draped against my succulent snatch. There’s a stain that I left for you right in the crotch. Cream on it. Rub it in like emollient. It’s almost as if I were sucking you off… my soft words in your ear and that prick in your hand.

You’ve forgotten I’m an evil wench. 

But I’m a loving mother, and you’ll be back this evening. There’s a space in your schedule, or at least you will make one. There’s a key beneath the mat in your car.

You’re so hard in the shower listening to my voice. No underwear today as you dress, just as I requested. Feels nice, doesn’t it? Feels dangerous and naughty… your trousers against that dripping raw meat.

I’m going to give you a wet spot on the way to work. You’re going to punish me for it when you see me. You hate me so much that you’ve forgotten my panties are stuffed inside your pillowcase.