Erotic Story: A message before bed

It’s close to midnight and my friends have just left. We had a cozy night on the couch together, with drinks and snacks and good old-fashioned chatting. I quietly clear everything up and get ready for bed. Once under the covers, I realize that I’m not tired enough yet. I toss and turn, but I just can’t seem to fall asleep. I’m way too restless. The house suddenly feels different now that my friends have gone home. Before, laughter was still coming from the living room with glasses and bowls on the table, but it’s quiet now. I only hear the soft hum of the heater and the occasional car driving past in the distance. Eventually, I reach for my nightstand and take my newest toy from the drawer. I let my head sink back into the pillow and examine the toy in my hand. The soft material feels cool against my warm skin. Slowly, I let my fingers slide over its shape. The thoughts that were racing in all directions just moments ago make way for something else. A pleasant tension that is slowly building inside my stomach. Then my gaze falls upon the cell phone next to me. The light from the screen illuminates my face as I open WhatsApp. I don’t have to think twice about who I want to talk to. There’s only one person I never have to explain to what I need. One short message is usually enough.

Before I click on his name, I hesitate for a moment. Not because I don’t know if he’ll respond, but because I know what happens as soon as he does. Our conversations often start innocently. A greeting, a simple question, a few words about where we are and what we’re doing. Still, from the get-go there’s something unspoken between the lines. As if we both know which direction our conversation will eventually take. I pull the covers up a little higher and get more comfortable. My heart rate goes up even before typing anything. Then I type: ‘Hi.’ I get a reply within a few seconds: ‘Hi’ ‘How are you? What are you up to?’ ‘Good! And you? I just got home alone.’ ‘Perfect.’ ‘And you?’ ‘Same. I want you.’ ‘I want you too. Very much. Want to spread your legs. And kiss you all over.’ I knew I could count on him. We haven’t even made it three sentences in and he already knows exactly what I need. So handy to have someone like him in your contact list. I make myself comfortable and reply: ‘I want to feel your lips and tongue on my neck. On my nipples, my stomach and my legs.’ ‘Hmm. So hot. I lick you all over, your whole body.’ ‘I want to feel you. With my hands on your lips, your stomach, your butt. I want to dig my nails into your butt cheeks. Want to travel a path with my mouth, from your mouth all the way down.’ ‘Hmm, you can do anything with me. Please do that. With your tongue on my rock-hard cock.’ ‘I lick your cock, take it in my mouth. First I tease you, then take you very deep.’ ‘Hmmm, I move my cock up and down your mouth. Then I lick your delicious, wet pussy. Non-stop. I feel how wet you are.’ ‘So wet. Hmm… I want to sit on top of you. Slowly lower myself over you with my eyes fixed on yours.’ ‘Hmmm, I want to feel your tight pussy around my hard cock.’ ‘Keep looking at me as I go up and down, as I ride you.’ ‘I look into your eyes. As I take you so deep.’

I feel myself getting soaking wet and decide to turn on the vibrator. I slide the vibrating toy inside of me. I move it back and forth a few times, before letting it rest between my legs. I want to postpone it for a little longer, want to keep going a little longer. And so I continue on my cell phone: ‘Hmm so deep, so hard. Take me from behind, against the wall. I bend over so you can go deeper. ‘Hmm, I take you so hard. Your hands on the wall, me behind you. I grab your butt cheeks.’ ‘So good. Cum over me.’ ‘I cum all over your butt and legs. Want you so much.’ So much.’ ‘I want to feel you, want to fuck you.’ ‘I want you to fuck me.’ ‘I want you to come and moan on my cock.’ ‘I want you to make me moan, I want to make you moan. I want you to take me the way you always describe. And more …’ ‘Hmmm I want to kiss you, with tongue and then suck your pussy. I lick up all your wetness.’ ‘Hmm, I hold your head while you do that. Lick me, suck me, until I come, squirting.’ ‘So good. I want to see how you spoil yourself. Do you want to show me?’ I am about to explode and all I want right now is to come. With my left hand, I keep the camera on my phone aimed at my vibrator as I slide it in and out with my right hand, and towards the other side where it vibrates on my clit. I send him a short video of it.

Not much later, I receive a video in which he whispers my name and says that I’m so hot, as he comes all over his hand. His moaning and whispering pushes me over the edge right away and the vibrator makes me feel like I’m coming in several places at the same time. Tears of pleasure spill into my eyes and for a moment I lie there, just to recover. Then I text him: ‘Hmm, that was delicious. So good to hear you moan. I couldn’t help myself. I just came, and it felt so good.’ I lie motionless for a while. My breathing slowly calms down and I feel the tension draining from my body. Everything feels heavy and warm. As if I’ve sunk deeper into the mattress than a few minutes ago. I put my phone down beside me, but immediately grab it again. His last message is still open on the screen. I read it again and smile. It’s strange how someone can feel so close, while they are actually nowhere near. ‘Are you still there?’ I send. His reply appears almost instantly. ‘Yes. I thought you were already asleep.’ ‘Almost.’ ‘Should I leave you alone?’ I look up at the ceiling and listen to the silence in the house. ‘Not just yet.’ We’re no longer sending each other sexy messages anymore. The sharpest tension has vanished, making way for something soft. We talk about how nice it would be if he were really lying next to me. Not to do anything, but just to feel the warmth of another body. His arm around my waist. My head against his chest. His fingers moving unhurriedly through my hair. ‘You would fall asleep within five minutes,’ he writes. ‘Probably.’ ‘And I would just hold you.’ I turn onto my side and pull the duvet tighter around me. In my mind, he’s lying behind me. His hand resting on my stomach and his breath brushing against my neck. ‘That actually sounds even better than anything,’ I text. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ My eyes grow heavy. ‘Time to get to sleep now.’ ‘Sleep well, beautiful woman.’ ‘You too. X’ I put my phone and the toy back on my nightstand. Then I close my eyes. The restlessness I went to bed with has completely vanished. Within mere minutes, I’m asleep.