Sexting

A few weeks later, Meg found herself increasingly drawn to the app, exchanging spicy texts with various men but never daring to send photos of herself. However, one particular man caught her attention in a way the others hadn't. He was a bit older, with a sculpted physique, chiseled abs, and classically handsome features. Their exchanges grew more intense and frequent, his messages painting vivid erotic scenes that left Meg breathless.

One evening, after a particularly steamy back-and-forth, Meg's fingers hovered over her phone. Heart racing, she snapped a photo of herself from the neck down, showing the lacy edge of her bra peeking out from her unbuttoned blouse. Before she could second-guess herself, she hit send.

His response was immediate and enthusiastic. "Gorgeous. I'd love to slowly peel that off you, kissing every inch of skin as it's revealed."

Meg shivered, imagining his lips trailing down her body. She shifted on the couch, pressing her thighs together as arousal bloomed. Their messages grew more explicit, detailing exactly what they'd do to each other if they met in person.

As their messages grew more heated, the man - who called himself "Jake" - made a bold request. "I want to see all of you. Show me that beautiful pussy."

Meg's breath caught in her throat. She'd never done anything like that before. Her fingers hovered over the phone, trembling slightly as she considered. The sensible part of her mind screamed that this was a terrible idea. But another part of her, the part that had been awakened by these illicit exchanges, urged her on.

After several long moments of internal debate, Meg made her decision. With shaky hands, she slowly peeled off her panties and positioned herself on the bed. She angled the phone carefully, making sure her face wasn't visible. Taking a deep breath, she snapped the photo and hit send before she could change her mind.

The response was almost instantaneous. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. I want to taste every inch of you."

Meg flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her. She couldn't believe she'd actually done it. Jake's messages grew increasingly explicit, describing in vivid detail how he longed to explore Meg's body. "I want to stretch you open with my thick cock," he wrote. "Feel you clench around me as I thrust deep inside."

Meg's breath quickened as she read his words, her hand drifting between her thighs. Jake painted an erotic scene of pinning her against the wall, hiking up her skirt and plunging into her. "I'd fill you up with my cum," he continued. "Watch it drip down your thighs."

His fantasy grew bolder still. "I want to breed you," Jake wrote. "Pump you full over and over until my seed takes root."

Meg gasped softly, fingers working frantically as she imagined being claimed so thoroughly. The taboo nature of his words sent shivers of forbidden excitement through her.

She brought herself to a shuddering climax, Jake's messages filling her mind with illicit images. Afterwards, Meg lay there panting, both aroused and conflicted by her intense reaction.

Days passed, and Meg found herself constantly checking her phone, eagerly anticipating Jake's next message. Their exchanges had become a thrilling addiction, each message stoking the flames of her desire. She'd never felt so consumed by lust before.

One evening, as Meg was settling in for the night, a new message from Jake lit up her screen:

"I can't stop thinking about you. I want to take this further. Let's switch to a more private messaging app - I'll send you my contact info."

Meg's heart raced as she read his words. A part of her knew this was dangerous territory. She'd already crossed lines she never thought she would, sending intimate photos to a virtual stranger. Exchanging contact information felt like another major step.

She stared at the message, her mind waging an internal battle. The sensible part of her screamed that this was a terrible idea. She didn't really know this man. What if he wasn't who he claimed to be? What if he shared her photos?

But as she hesitated, arousal pooled low in her belly. She thought of all the deliciously filthy things Jake had described doing to her. How his words had sparked the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced. The idea of taking things further, of potentially meeting in person, sent a shiver of excitement through her.

Meg's fingers hovered over the keys as she debated. She knew she should say no, should end this now before it went too far. Her fingers trembled as she typed out a response, agreeing to switch to the more private app. Her heart raced as she downloaded it and entered Jake's contact info. Within moments, a notification popped up.

"Hey beautiful," Jake's message read. "I'm so glad you agreed. I can't wait to hear your voice."

Before Meg could second guess herself, her phone began to ring. She answered with shaky hands, her breath catching as she heard Jake's deep, masculine voice for the first time.

"Hello Meg," he purred. "You sound even sexier than I imagined."

Meg felt a flush spread across her cheeks. "H-hi Jake," she stammered.

"Tell me," Jake's voice dropped lower, "are you alone right now?"

"Yes," Meg whispered.

Jake's deep chuckle sent shivers down Meg's spine. "Your voice is intoxicating," he purred. "I can't stop imagining how you'd sound moaning my name as I pleasure you."

Meg let out an embarrassed but aroused giggle, her face flushing hot. "Oh my," she breathed, feeling small and **** yet thrillingly excited.

Jake's voice grew husky with desire. "Are you wet for me, kitten? I bet you are. I'd love to hear those pretty little whimpers as I explore every inch of your body."

Meg squirmed, pressing her thighs together as arousal pooled between them. Jake's commanding tone made her feel like prey cornered by a powerful predator. But this predator didn't want to devour her - at least not in the traditional sense. No, he wanted to claim her, to fuck her, to breed her.

The taboo thought sent a jolt of forbidden excitement through Meg. She imagined Jake's large, muscular body pinning her down, his cock stretching her open as he filled her with his seed. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Jake's deep chuckle rumbled through the phone. "Mmm, I love those little sounds you make. Tell me, what are you wearing right now?"

Meg glanced down at herself, suddenly self-conscious. "Just a silky nightgown," she admitted softly. "It's pale pink, with thin straps."

"Perfect," Jake purred. "I want you to slowly run your hands over your breasts. Tell me how it feels."

Meg hesitated for a moment, then let her fingers drift across the silk covering her chest. "It's so soft," she whispered. "I can feel my nipples hardening under the fabric."

"Good girl," Jake encouraged. "Now I want you to gently pinch them. Imagine it's my fingers teasing you."

Meg complied, gasping softly at the sensation. "They're so sensitive," she breathed.

"Now," Jake's voice grew husky, "I want you to slowly slide your hand down your body. Trace your fingers along your stomach, over your hips. Tell me what you feel as you move lower."

Meg's breath quickened as her hand drifted down. "My skin feels like it's on fire," she murmured. "Every touch makes me tingle."

"Keep going," Jake urged. "Brush your fingers over your clit. Tell me how wet you are."

Meg's heart raced as she followed Jake's instructions, her breath hitching in her throat. "I'm so wet," she gasped, feeling the slickness between her thighs. "Just thinking about you… it drives me wild."

"Good," Jake growled, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers through her. "I want you to imagine my lips on you, kissing and teasing until you're begging for more."

A moan escaped her as she let her fingers circle her clit, the friction of her movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "I can almost feel you," she whimpered, lost in the fantasy he created with his words.

"That’s right, kitten," he urged. "Picture me on my knees in front of you, worshipping your body. I’d take my time, savor every inch of you until you can’t take it anymore."

Meg bit her lip, her imagination running wild with every word he spoke. She envisioned his warm breath against her skin, those strong hands gripping her thighs as he devoured her with fervor. "I want that," she confessed breathlessly.

"Then give in to it," Jake urged, his voice dripping with authority. "Let yourself feel everything. I want to hear you fall apart."

With each gentle stroke of her fingers, Meg felt the pressure building within her again, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in her core. "Jake… I’m close," she whimpered, urgency lacing her voice.

"Good girl," he praised, his tone making her pulse race even faster. "Now imagine me fucking you hard while you touch yourself. Picture my body moving against yours, filling you completely as you come undone beneath me."

Meg's breath hitched at the imagery, her fingers working faster as she imagined him thrusting deep, every stroke igniting her senses. "Oh God," she moaned, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "I need you… I need you so much."

"Then let go," Jake commanded, his voice low and sultry, urging her to surrender to the pleasure swirling around them. "Let me hear you scream my name."

With that, Meg's body tensed, the throbbing pressure inside her reaching its peak. She cried out as her climax hit, the intensity of it leaving her breathless and shaking. Her fingers moved frantically over her slick folds, driving herself deeper into ecstasy as she imagined him right there with her.

"You’re so beautiful when you fall apart like that," Jake said, his voice a soothing balm against the tempest of sensations rolling through her.

As Meg lay there, panting and slowly coming back down from her high, the thrill of their connection filled the air between them. A mix of excitement and apprehension fluttered in her stomach at the thought of meeting in person. She glanced at the clock—tomorrow would bring new possibilities.

"Jake," she whispered into the phone, still riding the aftershocks of her pleasure.