Horny Girl, Wants To Be Fucked

At twenty-five years old Leo had never sexted. His Ex-girlfriend, Isla, was never interested. She was a slut, but not an explorative one. She liked what she liked and would fuck him until his crotch was red, but she didn't want to try anything kinky. The word itself threw her off. Made her feel dirty somehow. Leo was fine with that, for the most part, though he always wanted to experiment. And now, a couple years later, he was going to try sexting.

He installed this anonymous texting app. No photo required, which was his biggest gripe with dating apps and the sole reason he didn't use them. He hated his picture being taken, and any he had of himself were with Isla.

His initial intent with the app wasn't to sext. Him and Isla got together in high school, so he never got to practice speaking to women. So, his plan was to chat, until he fell in love with a girl who always said all the rights things and made him feel like he was perpetually in motion, even though he didn't know what she looked or sounded like. No one had spoken to him the way she had, and her flirting was next level. He probably should have gone to the doctor with how hard and horny he was all the time.

It didn't work out, though. She had a boyfriend. So, in his mind, the next logical step was dirty talk. There were a surprising number of women--they claimed to be women, at least--who seemed just as horny as he was. So, one night a new name came up, "Horny girl, wants to be fucked," and he invited her. She accepted.

"Hey," he said, "how old are you?"

"22."

"What are you doing right now?" His heart was going fast. He was worried about saying the wrong thing.

"Touching myself."

He froze for a moment and read the words over and over. "Fuck. That's hot."

"I'm so horny," she said. Then, in another message, "are u touching yourself?"

"Yes," and then, "I'm stroking myself." He wasn't actually. He was as hard as a diamond and his cock was throbbing, begging to be touched, but he was too stressed. His erection would come and go throughout the conversation.

"mmm," she said, and then, "I'm so wet."

At that point he wasn't worried about saying the wrong thing anymore. "I wish I could touch you."

"Me too."

"I want to lick you."

"Please," she said, and he was already typing.

"I want to lick you clean. I want to lick your clit." when he said that she had sent her next message immediately. So, she was already typing it, he thought.

"I beg," she said, and then, "fuvk," and then, "me."

He was embarrassed by his last text. He went too far down Licking Avenue while she was pulling into Fucking Road. He realised, by the way she was typing, that she must really be touching herself. The thought of someone else on the planet masturbating to his words was enthralling. "I want to fuck you so bad," he said.

"Kisses you," and then, "I opened my blevs for you."

He froze again. Her what? He sat there for about thirty seconds, unsure what to say, when she sent another text.

"Are u there?"

"Yeah," he said, "You opened your what?"

"Legs," she said, and then "sorry. Spell mistake."

He felt embarrassed for asking and felt like he was ruining the mood, so he thought he should go hard in the next message, "I'll shove my cock into your pussy." His heart was beating so damn fast.

"ahh," she said, and then, "I can feel it."

"I can feel it too."

"Fuck mw hard."

"I'm fucking you as hard as I can."

"ahhhh," she said, "holding u tight as you fvck me."

"I grip your thighs as I fuck you."

"ohhhh," she said, and then, "keep fucking me hard."

"I'll fuck you as hard as I can," he said, and then, "you feel my warm breath on your neck as I fuck you."

"fuvk," she said, and then, "I'm moaning and screming." That image of moaning and screaming while texting was weird to him. He didn't think she actually was.

"I love when you scream for me."

"I love you," she said.

That caught him off guard. He always fell in love easily, and he knew it was the horniness talking, but, "I fucking love you," at that moment, he believed he did.

"Keep fucking me."

"I'll never stop fucking you," he said, and then, "you are so sexy."

"ahhh," she said. He liked that she was doing that. Whether she was or wasn't moaning, she wanted him to think she was. "fuvk," and then before he could say anything she said, "kisses you."

"I kiss you back."

"Our tongues are entwined" she said, followed by a tongue emoji.

"Your tongue is so soft."

"mmm," and then, "I love you."

Again. "I love you," he said. Then she didn't respond. About fifteen seconds passed and he was worried that if he didn't say something the mood would die from inactivity. "I rub your clit as I fuck you."

It had been a minute since her last message, and he didn't understand what was happening. He didn't know the best way to ask what was wrong, so he scrolled up to see exactly what she wrote earlier, "Are you there?" he asked.

A few seconds past before she replied, "i'm cumming," and then, "it feels incredible."

That must have been why she wasn't responding, he thought, and he was hard. The blood-filled, throbbing tip of his cock was between the hem of his pajama pants and his lower abdomen. He felt a wet, warm puddle of pre cum forming just under his belly button. "I wish I could taste you."

"Me too" she said.

"You were incredible," was his final message before she left the chat, never to be seen or talked to again. He felt kind of disappointed. He would have liked to know her response to his last message and now he felt self-conscious. He wished he didn't get attached so easily. He didn't even know her name, for fuck sakes. Whatever, he told himself, he felt great. He couldn't've imagined his first time going any better.

He left the chat and went back to the home page and refreshed until he found another chat name that caught his eye.

Shove your cock down my throat.