This story was created primarily through my memory of texting sessions with lovers of mine. The story is written in such a way as to be used to text someone. Feel free to use it for this purpose, but let me know how wet it makes them ;)
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I have set everything up, just right. We are both laying on our side on your bed watching a movie, holding each other tight. Your head is leaning on my arm, while my left hand is gently stroking your hair. My right hand is on your stomach, pressing you against me. I lean in and smell your hair, and you feel my breath against the hairs on the back of your neck. I feel you shiver. I start to twirl your hair around my left index finger and start to gently rub your stomach with my right hand. I start to lean down and breathe on the back of your neck directly.
I feel you gasp sharply in response. Emboldened, I start to gently kiss the back of your neck and twirl your hair a little faster around my fingers. I apply pressure on your stomach with my right hand and you start to lean against me. I lean over and start to kiss the underside of your ear, as my right hand raises to the side of your hip and gently squeezes and massages in small circles. I trace down the side of your neck with light kisses, and when I get the base, the dip of your neck, I start kissing and nibbling harder.
I chuckle as a particularly hard kiss drives a gasp from between your soft lips. My right hand starts edging closer to your sex, playfully taking its time on your red satin panties. My thin nails make a light humming sound as they feel the small bumps of shaved hair. My left hand does one last stroke of your hair before it gathers a handful at the base and yanks. Your chin flies up, and I kiss the underside of your neck. I can feel the vibrations of you moaning with my lips. My left hand starts to scratch its way down your back against your shirt.
Upon reaching the bottom, I tease your back with the tips of my nails. You arch like a cat and moan deeply. I keep opening and closing my fingers, gently scraping your back with my nails and I can tell you love the prickling, tingling sensation. I dig in gently with my nails and start scratching my way up your back, encouraged by your cooing. I finally reach the thin strings of your satin bra tied together, and with a quick tug they fall to the side. I spend the next several seconds massaging and scratching your upper back, until I start edging it to the side.