I had made a pact at the beginning of 2020, a goal, a habit I wanted to kick.
It was to stop sending nudes.
I definitely think whilst I enjoy it and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with enjoying it, it changes the way a guy sees you completely. I’m going to put it out there, I think I was ready for a relationship, to find someone and maybe someone worth settling down with and let’s just say that sending naughty pictures isn’t going to get you there, or so I believed. They get all the good stuff up front and then it may end in sex, it may not and then that’s it. A man likes the chase, they live for it, it’s in their blood so if you want something to last longer, you need to play a little harder. Ba dum toush, and no more touch pictures from me.
Well come the end of January 2020, I was sexting already. nwt_ and that’s what we shall name him because that’s all you really need to know; nwt_ and I met in the Oasis but he lives in the UK, he was on his holibobs. The same weekend I met the Cheeky Chap funnily enough. He’s a childhood friend of Anabel, a very close friend of mine. I thought he was quite good looking and actually just lovely, maybe a little shy. We followed each other on the gram but that was it. Pingu was on the scene then so that’s why I didn’t pursue anything whilst he was in the Oasis because my heart was well and truly full at that time.
Over a year later, nwt_ had had another trip to the Oasis, out for brunches, caught up with Anabel but nothing that the girl group was included in. Fine by me, I mean we weren’t chatting or anything. He was an acquaintance. And then one day, he slid into the DMs or maybe I did, I actually don’t remember but we were flirting hard. As far as I remember it was very mutual that we were attracted to each other and we were flirting and then all of a sudden it got naughty. Because that's how it happens. All of a sudden.
He was already working from home 2 days a week and this was before the Covid Chaos, he owned his property out right; it was beautiful and he lived alone meaning that when he was working on the sofa or still lying in bed in the morning, he could send naughty pictures. It was fun and he was delicious. Sexting wasn't out of the ordinary with him but it felt forbidden because he was a childhood friend of a friend and so it was all very hush hush.
nwt_ was a quiet guy, he had good banter and he was attractive, very good job and he had the nicest penis I have ever seen. Ever. He was much bigger than I had expected. We joked about him coming back to the Oasis and doing a brunch or something that would mean us re-introducing each other but whispering naughty things into an ear here and a little grope or a kiss there and ending up going home with each other. It was fun to imagine, who doesn't love a little bit of sexting with a pinch of 'what if'?
The down side was that he was already seeing someone. They hadn't discussed how serious it was yet because it was quite an effort to see each other as they lived opposite ends of the UK. He was seeing her that weekend and it was sure to end in a ‘I want more’ conversation but he wouldn't know until he saw her.
So maturely (in my opinion) I said that I would wait for him to come back and either that conversation wouldn’t have happened and we could continue sexting and dreaming of his next trip to the Oasis OR the conversation had happened and he didn’t need to message at all, I would just know and I didn’t want to interfere if it had gone to the next stage. See? Mature.
Well... I never heard from him again. Ok that's a little extreme, I mean he had seen my tits and foof. We chatted a little during covid to see how each other were doing. He had moved in with her for lockdown and things were going really well.
I was pleased for him but I’ll be honest, I was jealous that I wouldn’t get a chance to fuck him and see that beautiful penis with my own eyes. Lucky girl.
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