
My friend Single Bill is very excited about one of the women he's dating. "She's the best. We do everything. We even have text sex!" He went on to tell me they had recently reconnected after he sent a Happy Thanksgiving group text message. She responded and Bill was pumped. "The sex is the best!" he said. They made a date and went to the Met. They had dinner. But when it came time to go home, she actually went home. He was confused because the date went so well and as he put it, "She LOVES to fuck me." Later the same night Single Bill received a text from her. He handed me his phone and showed me their conversation.
Her: want to cum over?
Him: where do u want me 2 cum
Her: evrywhere
Him: but wat m I going 2 do w this bat lying across my stomach?
And so it went. Single Bill assured me he enjoyed himself and he's looking forward to seeing or texting her again.
I left our conversation very intrigued. I'm certainly all for dirty notes, emails, voicemails and even texts that lead to actual sex, but text sex? It makes no sense. Sex is instantaneous... texting has delays. At best a txt should b 4play.
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