I mentioned the symphony date on my last post. #14 and I haven’t been texting since we made our date, but this morning I woke up to this:
Good morning sexy. Not sure how much a man is supposed to confess in states of arousal. But at the risk of being inappropriate…
I know you mentioned some relationship pains. Hope you’re coping well as can be hoped.
That said, I must share that I have been finding myself if various states of arousal thinking of you. Happy to be your distraction if you so choose. I suggest you wear some sexy heels and underwear for our eve. I have been battling many sensual images sitting next to you at the symphony. Waking up early and aroused and enjoying the temptation of pleasing myself without release. Letting the sexual tension build with daily images of my mouth, lips and tongue on your wet lips.
Wow. I think (and told him) that it probably the best good morning text message I’ve ever received.
My brain is circling around thoughts of sexual power, vulnerability, objectification, and promiscuity. I’m not sure where it’s going to land, but the past week has got me thinking.