Of course! Not that she's patient.

By the time you get home, your phone’s gently buzzed a few times in your pocket. You’ve put off checking it on purpose. The more impatient Alex gets, the more fun it always is. Storing your “takeout,” and removing your clothes, you lay down on your bed and settle in before unlocking your phone again.

Alex: No, by all means, take your time.

Alex: I’m not absolutely aching to play with you.

Alex: I can’t believe I haven’t fucked you yet, and I’m still already like this.

Alex: Adam, you want to actually sleep with me at some point, right?

Alex: You drive me so crazy, and I want you so fucking bad.

Alex: Do you think that we’ll get there?

Alex: (the picture is taken from above, sheets in Alex’s bed playfully tugged just above her nipples; despite the angle, she’s taken care specifically to push her breasts together, obviously naked underneath the blanket, smiling with a combination of genuine affection and undisguised lust that’s intoxicating as you look back into her brilliant, blue eyes; the pale peaks of her tits swell, displaying them for you and drawing attention to the slight flush in her skin)

Alex: I’m sorry, I know I’m being needy right now.

Alex: Once I start thinking about screwing you, it sort of takes over my mind.

Alex: And I can’t focus on anything until I cum.

Alex: Specifically, while I imagine you defiling every, single part of my hot, willing body.

You know she doesn’t mean to guilt you, but you DO feel a little bad for not being able to be a more normal boyfriend. The idea of getting to have a real date with her was almost too dangerous for you to agree to; surely, that’s more than a lot of girls would be willing to put up with. You understand, at least. Once you start thinking about Alex, it’s only a matter of time until you thinking about something funny she told you or how sweet her smile is when she sends you a goodnight video shifts into thinking about how beautiful those same grins can be, how sexy every curve of her body is, and all the filthy things she tells you about how much you turn her on.

You: I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my entire goddamn life.

You: It’s like you infect me sometimes, and everything’s the arcs of your body.

You: The subtlest memory of the perfume you were wearing at Tella’s.

You: Those beautiful, **** cries when you cum.

You: I am going to sleep with you, Alex.

You: I’m going to make you beg for it, then I’m going to claim every inch of you as mine.

She’s always a sucker for when you get possessive dirty talking. While both of you are generally pretty relaxed, it’s become very clear since you started dating that she likes being out of control most of the time in bed. Not all the time, mind, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t also see the appeal of her firm tits heaving while she rides your cock, pinning you by your wrists as she uses her body to pull heady bursts of pleasure from you and into her until you can’t take any more and explode inside her. But the easiest way to push her buttons was always to take command of her.

Alex: Already begging, baby.

Alex: Are you ready to play?

Alex: Because I’m so wet, and putting it off is starting to hurt.

You: I thought you like it when it hurts.

Alex: Yes …

Alex: It’s why I didn’t start without your permission.

Alex: That, and I want you to tell me what to do to get myself off.

Alex: I have options, after all.

Alex: (the next few pictures are of a variety of sex toys; vibrators make up the majority, but there are also dildos, suction devices, lube, clamps, cuffs, blindfolds, gags, butt plugs, just all sorts of options)

You: I DO have some ideas.

Your hand slowly jerks your stiff cock as you mull over them. It’d be harder to name the things you don’t want to use on her at some point, countless thoughts of her being twisted and bent and pent up, restrained, bound, penetrated, stimulated, nerves screaming out for every last bit of pain and pleasure you’re willing to allow her. Still, some specific things are on your mind since she sent you that first photo tonight.

You: Does the red one vibrate?

Alex: Oh, the big one? Mmhm.

Alex: Is there something you want me to do with it?

You: Not yet.

You: Get the belt.

Alex: Yes, sir.

Alex: (the picture is clearly of her thighs and pussy, a black belt around her waist; in the center, resting up against her small hill of pubic hair, is a purple device that dips down and into her pussy; though out of sight, you remember the suction cup on the end of that one, clearly ready by the presence of lube already covering the outside of it to torment Alex’s clit)

Alex: This one?

You: Yes. Turn it on.

Alex: Oh, baby …

Alex: Ever since we started? All I can see are your long, strong fingers when I do this.

Alex: Pushing inside me, finding my sensitive, throbbing clit, rubbing it just right …

Alex: God, I want you inside me.

You: I know you do, Alex.

You: But how much?

Alex: I’d do anything you wanted. Let you fuck me anywhere, everywhere, however hard, even violent, you want.

Alex: When I’m masturbating, everything falls away but how much of a no-limits slut I’d be for you.

Alex: Does that answer your question?

The words do nothing to calm down your raging erection as you pump it in your hand, head filled with images of Alex in every possible position taking your huge cock. You can hear the texts she sent in her voice, the whisper of her accent under them making it sound even sexier in your head. Neither of you are going to last very long playing like this. But you DO have plans.

You: There’s something I want you to pick up now.