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Kyle was operating under the certain assumption that the chances he'd find himself sending anonymous sexy messages with some woman he'd never met to be a once in a million occurrence. So when he heard nothing more for a couple days after this late night exchange he didn't give it much thought.

Actually, he wished he were able to go about his business and give it not another thought. But that just wasn't the case. Kyle found himself daydreaming about this mysterious stranger, wondering who it could possibly be, wondering what she was like, if it was his favourite barrista at the coffee shop, or a stranger on the sidewalk, a co-worker. And every so often he'd look at his phone, willing another message to come through from that unknown number. None ever did.

And then it did. "hello," said the lit screen. No name attached to the message, but a flood of emotion and raw sensuality in the preceding exchanges. He wondered what she could possibly be thinking, if this was to be the start of a new exchange, an apology, a redaction. "hello to you too," is what he managed to text back, for lack of anything wittier to say. Least of all when somewhat tipsy and out with friends at the bar.
 
Cindy smiled as her stranger responded. She set her wine glass down on the night stand and rolled over on her stomach. Her raid hair draped down over her shoulders as she wigged under the covers, imagining that she wasn't alone.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You scare me a little." She confessed. Cindy bit her lip as she press send.
 
When his phone buzzed in his pocket, Kyle had a suspicion it was her again, so he excused himself from the conversation he was in and quickly answered.

"I scare you? Well that wasn't ever my intention. Cause frankly you turn me on in a big way."
 
Cindy reached for her wine for another sip... maybe for more courage.

"You turn me on too. And that's what scares me." She sent the message then rolled over on her back, rereading it again and again. Her own confession scared her as well. to trust a stranger with her fears.

"Are you alone?" Cindy asked wondering if he wasn't, who was he with? Did he have someone special? A wife or girlfriend? What kind of man was he?
 
"Are you alone?" The question startled Kyle a little. Maybe it was because he wasn't alone, and this brought him back to himself and made him glance around at the bar and the friends he was ignoring. Or perhaps it startled him as he was still in a mindset to keep things pretty light and playful. And maybe he was just more drunk that he thought he was.

"I'm out with friends right now. But I'll be heading home in a little while, and I'll be alone then." Kyle put the phone back into a pocket and tried to pick up the thread of conversation that had left him behind. Truth be told though, he really couldn't think about staying out much longer. He was of a mind to pursue this conversation wherever it might lead.
 

"I'm out with friends right now. But I'll be heading home in a little while, and I'll be alone then."


Cindy sighed out of frustration. She had hoped that he would be willing to continue where they had left off. After two nights ago she craved the same rush of being wanted.

Charles had not called in 2 days which wasn't unheard of. Normally Cindy would keep busy so she wouldn’t dwell on it but now she felt more alone than ever before
She needed to be wanted, needed, luster after.

Maybe her stranger was needing the same thing. Cindy smiled. She might have to find out.

"Well if you're free later, maybe we can pick up where we left off..." she texted the sat up, reaching for her robe. Cindy knew there was still half a bottle of wine in the kitchen waiting for her. She'd start with that.

Then a thought came to her and couldn't help giggle as she reached for her phone and quickly added. " I hope you don't mind if I start without you? ;) c
 
" I hope you don't mind if I start without you? c


Kyle couldn't help but wonder just what it might be that she was starting without him. Was she really up for another session like the other night? Was she simply displacing feelings she had about her.... what? Her estranged husband? Boyfriend? Was he thinking about this too much?

He tried not to appear too preoccupied as the evening wound down. Still though it was hard to deny this scenario that was slowly unfolding turned him on to such a high degree. Gods. He couldn't remember when he'd been this excited. And just via text to boot.

He finished what he told himself would be his last beer. He said his goodbyes and closed out his tab before turning for the door. Outside he pulled his phone from his pocket again and glanced at the screen, hoping another message had come through in the interim. Seeing none he tapped out a simple message: "I'm going home."
 
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