The Joy of Text

Well it was bound to happen eventually. The stars aligned in a certain fashion and suddenly my delicious k and I found ourselves having text-message sex. Didn't think such a thing was possible, really. But I should have known that two imaginative people could make such an outrageous thing work.

Now we've played around at such things in the past, mostly teasing and using text messages as a warm-up to some play on the phone or in IM or something. My sexy k was sitting at home, but I was caught in a situation where I wasn't able to talk on the phone or get to a computer, but I could sit and send text messages to my heart's content.

So I did. And it actually was really hot.

Luckily we've gotten used to the rhythm of texting, the short length of each message, the wait of half a minute or so between messages, the sneaky shortcuts to keep thumbs from falling off. I think it helped that k was on her computer and I was texting from the phone - only one of us had to deal with the less-than-ideal way of writing words that is the numeric keypad.

Because of our long and colorful shared history of cyber-sex, I know how to turn my woman on with words. Never ceases to amaze me how real and how visceral one's reactions can be to the written word - doesn't seem like it should be so easy to cause physical responses in someone by typing alphanumeric characters, does it?

But even with all the barriers in the way, it really worked. I brought my succulent k to her knees and to a shuddering orgasm (in that order). Yes, in this I was certainly aided by her vivid imagination and her nimble fingers, but there is no doubt in my mind that it was me who made it happen.

Just goes to show you that any technology will ultimately be perverted into a means to sexual pleasure. If not by us, then by someone else ;)