One New Message (A Dark Romance Novel)
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My Tumblr blog exposes every dirty secret there is about me and what I want or fantasize about, including him—Jeremy.
He’s going to know how badly I’ve wanted to fuck him. How much I’ve thought about sucking his dick, and how bad I want him to bend me over and pound the shit out of me.
Waiting for him to respond is nail biting. Brett and I are discussing the possibilities of how all of this could play out, both good and bad when my Facebook chimes again.
J: Awesome! Now I have to ask something. Is this something that your husband would be present for? Some of the things talk about you coming back home to your waiting husband while others look like it’s a threesome.
Whew! He didn’t say no right off the bat.
I’m so relieved. I was so worried he’d shoot back an answer that said, “Are you fucking crazy? We’re both married. You must be out of your mind.”
But he didn’t do that.
“Well,” Brett says, grinning at the screen. “At least he’s asking questions. That’s a good sign; shows that he’s interested. What are you going to say to him?”
“I’m going to tell him the truth.”
C: As far as Brett goes, yes, he’ll be present. He may, from time to time, be willing to loan me out for a private session but we’d prefer he’s there more often than not.
And don’t tell anybody! We don’t want everyone knowing our business. lol We’ve never had a threesome before, but it’s something we’ve been talking about for a long time.
As soon as I hit ‘enter,' the word bubbles are popping up, indicating that he’s responding.
Biting my lip while I wait, I realize that my lungs are out of air. I had no clue I’d been holding my breath.
I expel the stale air in my lungs and begin laughing. It’s silly how anxious I am over all of this.
J: How come there’s no sexy pics of you on your Tumblr?
Oh, this just took a turn!
C: I never post pics online. Besides, I’m not trying to pick up men on Tumblr. Brett and I just use our blogs as a way to communicate with each other. We post stuff that we think is hot so the other one can see it. Besides, you know what I look like (with clothes on). Use your imagination.