salty_sailor
Really Experienced
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- Feb 4, 2012
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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.
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.