He desired me
I just couldn’t stop the fun of texting, the naughty messages kept flowing and I loved everyone of them landing. Each seeming to add more excitement to the last. This was now becoming more than I first thought. But I could flirt and wanted to, I felt it was harmless and wonderful. My naughty secret flirt! Ah he desired me … he couldn’t stop thinking about me and wanted me now! It was making me excited and turned on thinking of him wanting me. For the first time I found myself playing with myself while I messaged him. I had become an object of desire by a younger man, and gorgeous one at that, and it was fantastic. In fact, why shouldn’t I be? I probably ooze as much sex appeal now as I ever have, and look and feel comfortable with my body, which is in pretty good shape. I was a sensual woman who was after some lustful fun. Well this was a tonic if ever there was one. It didn’t stop me being a good mother; it just gave a huge high as I went about my day. But our dialogue moved on. He suggested he came to the UK. Wow that was something I didn’t see, what should I say to that?