(L) – This story contains brief strong language.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hotel room as Addie stretched out on the queen-sized bed, her laptop abandoned beside her. Vibrant red, orange, and pink streaks of light splashed off the windowsill and onto her floor. Addie’s day of training had been as tedious as she’d feared. The last 9 hours had been filled with discussion boards, webinars, and gamified quizzes that did nothing to prepare her for actual work.
She rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the tension knotted there, before reaching for her phone. The screen lit up with a string of unread messages from Miles, the last one a meme about corporate life that made her snort out loud.
She tapped out a quick reply before tossing the phone onto the bedspread.
“That’s too real! 😂 My brain is fried. Miss you.”
The robe she’d changed into after her shower clung to her skin, the soft silk fabric feeling cool against her warm body. She’d left it loosely tied, the belt barely holding the front closed, more out of laziness than intent.
Her phone buzzed almost immediately. Miles’s response flashed across the screen.
“Miss you too.”
“Wish I was there to help you unwind.”
Addie’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Her immediate, reflexive response was to reply with a heart emoji, flirty but vague, then go on to tell Miles about the mountain of work she still had to tackle before the weekend . . . but she stopped herself. The hum of loneliness had been growing louder in her chest all day. The distance between them felt more acute lately, and she was tired of pretending it didn’t ache.
“Wish you were here to distract me.”
She hit send before she could second-guess herself.
Miles’s reply came faster this time, the three dots appearing and disappearing twice before his message landed.
“What kind of distraction are we talking about?”
A slow, wicked smile curled Addie’s lips. She shifted on the bed, the silk robe sliding against her thighs as she crossed her legs. The robe slipped open a bit more as she repositioned herself on the bed, the neckline dipping lower and the fabric clinging to the swell of her breasts. She didn’t adjust it.
“The kind that involves your hands and my skin.”
The second the message was sent, her pulse kicked up, heat pooling low between her legs. She and Miles had been apart for almost 2 weeks now, the longest stretch since they’d been married, and even since they started dating. The ache of missing him was a constant undercurrent to her days, but right now, it felt almost unbearable.
She imagined Miles on the other end reading her message. She double checked his location and knew he was alone in their apartment. The thought of him there, a few hundred miles away, made her fingers tingle. Miles was a clunky flirter at best. He had never been good at it, and memories of his awkward attempts made her smile. But flirting via text gave him time to think and respond in ways he never could in person.
His response took longer this time. Addie was sure he was trying to pick just the right words. His response proved her right.
“Damn, Addie. You’re killing me.”
“I’ll start on your neck, slow and soft, before moving lower to your shoulders.”
Addie tilted her head back against the pillows, exposing the long line of her throat. The robe slipped further, the silk sliding against her collarbone. She could almost feel Miles’ gentle yet firm touch, his fingertips pressing into the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, dragging down in a slow, possessive stroke.
Addie’s breath hitched. Her next message was short.
“And then?”
“Then I’d follow the line of your collarbone.”
“Just light enough to make you shiver.”
Addie swallowed, her throat dry. She let her free hand drift upward, her own fingers mimicking the path Miles had described. She traced the curve of her neck, the hollow at its base, before letting her fingers slide down to her chest.
“You know how I react when you do that. 🔥”
She didn’t have to wait long for his response.
“Oh, I know.”
“I remember how your breath gets all uneven, and the little sound you make like you’re trying to hold it in but you can’t.”
“I remember how you arch into it, closing your eyes and surrendering to me.”
Addie’s toes curled against the sheets. She could hear his voice in the words, low and rough, the way it got when he was turned on. She continued tracing her fingers across her own body down the path Miles had laid out, then continuing where she knew he wanted to go next.
“What would you do next?”
“I’d let my hands wander lower, across your breasts and circle them over your nipples.”
“I’d tease them through the fabric and make them hard.”
As Miles’ words painted the scene, Addie’s own hand moved to her breast, her fingers pinching the sensitive peak through the silk. A soft gasp escaped her lips, the sensation amplified by the coolness of the fabric.
“I’d trail my hands down over your ribs and across your stomach.”
“I’d tease the waistband of your panties, just enough to make you squirm.”
“I’m not wearing any panties. 😘”
“You’re driving me crazy Addie.”
Addie typed, her cheeks flushing. The thought of Miles knowing that made her pulse quicken.
Addie’s fingers continued their exploration, sliding beneath the robe’s hem to graze her bare skin. The silk robe finally opened fully, falling to either side of her and pooling by her hips, leaving her thighs exposed to the cool air of the room. She imagined Miles’s hands there instead of her own, his touch like a toss of gasoline on an ember that had been smoldering all week.
Her fingers trembled as she typed a response.
“I’m touching myself right now.”
“Pretending it’s you.”
The admission sent a jolt through her, sharp and electric. She hadn’t planned to say it, but the words were out now, irrevocable. The silence on the other end stretched for what felt like minutes before Miles’ reply lit up the screen.
“Geez, Addie. Keep going.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, the words spilling out almost on their own.
“I’m lying on my bed with my robe wide open right now.”
“If you were here, you’d see how hard my nipples are, how much I want your mouth on them.”
Miles’ response was instant, almost desperate.
“I’d take my time with them.”
“With you.”
“I want to lick up and down your whole body.”
Addie’s thighs opened up at his words as if inviting his tongue. The ache between her legs became insistent as she moved her hands across her lips. Her fingers trembled as she typed her next message.
“I’m dripping wet for you Miles.”
Another pause.
“Prove it.”
The demand sent a thrill through her. She bit her lip, her mind racing. She’d never sent him anything like this before. Never sent anyone anything like this. Addie was usually cautious, never letting herself be this exposed, this vulnerable. But Miles made her feel safe, and the distance made her bold. At the very least, the way her body was currently throbbing with a need for Miles made her reckless.
With a shaky exhale, she stood up off the bed, walked toward her bathroom mirror, and leaned against the doorway, angling her phone camera toward her body,
She then moved back to the bed and sat on the edge, spreading her legs open and letting her free hand lie between her legs. She didn’t fully touch herself. Instead, she let her fingers hover just above her wet skin. Her other hand snapped the photo and hit send.
“Like this? 😉”
The second the message was delivered, she tossed the phone aside, her heart hammering against her ribs. She didn’t wait for his reply. Her hands were already moving, one cupping her breast, the other flicking across her clit. She was soaked, her fingers slipping easily between her folds.
Her phone buzzed violently against the mattress by her head. She ignored it at first, lost in the rhythm of her own touch, the way her hips lifted off the bed. She was consumed by the building tension within her. The phone buzzed again insistently. Her fingers paused mid-stroke, her body frozen in anticipation, as she finally reached for the phone. She knew Miles must be going wild on the other end, and couldn’t leave him hanging. She picked up the phone to read his message.
Miles had sent a voice note.
Addie’s thumb hovered over the play button. She could practically hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing even before she pressed it. When she did, his voice filled the room, rough and desperate.
“Addie. Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me.”
A pause. The sound of fabric rustling, like he was shifting on the couch.
“I’d have you on your back in two seconds. My mouth between your legs, my fingers inside you. I’d make you cum so hard you’d forget your own name. And then I’d do it again. And again. Until you were begging me to stop.”
Hearing his voice was just what she needed. Addie’s back arched as she listened, her free hand clutching the sheets. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her clit throbbing as his words painted filthy pictures in her mind. She could feel it. His mouth on her, sucking rhythmically.
“Miles . . .”
The phone slipped from her hand, landing softly on the bed beside her, as she resumed touching herself, faster now, her fingers slick. She imagined him there, his breath hot against her skin, his hands gripping her ass as he pulled her closer, devouring her with a hunger that matched her own.
Within moments, she climaxed. Her body folded, legs squeezing together as her sensitivity peaked and became almost too much to bear. She gasped for breath, letting the orgasm wash over her in small waves until it slowly subsided. Picking up her phone, she sent Miles a message back.
“Sorry, kinda got lost in the moment 💦”
“Can’t wait to be with you again in a couple of days”
50 Things I’ve Texted My Husband That Turn Up the Heat
Well…
Wait until he reads this.
A gripping story. The length is just right.
Yummy story! Very nice format too! My wife n I have been in a similar situation. Twice I was 2000 miles away in the hospital. I had to get the monitors off and go into the hospital room’s bathroom in order to get some privacy. Instead of texting it was very sexy talking on cell phones whike I pumped my erection and my Melody buzzed her clit and fucked her pussy with her big vibrator. It was not as good as the real thing but it certainly was fun and satisfying to quite a degree!
With the technology available now this can be done when a married couple is far from their spouse. It can even be done with shared live video!
That was a delicious story and got me fantasizing about sexting with my future husband someday. Oh man, that was hot! I would melt if my man was losing his control on the other end of the phone.
Wonderful, creative and familiar. Thank you!
Exquisite story I LOVE when writers present the theme in such details. Stories about longing for your spouse are very erotic to me. Female masturbation themed are also on the top of my list. There is nothing more beautiful than the female body enjoying pleasure. Please send more in.
Love this story and the mix of innocence giving away to the build-up of sexual passion.
All couples need to be spontaneous enough to know how to engage in an exchange like this with one another.
It keep s the fires burning and continues the realization that your partner does indeed still find you sexually attractive and desirable. It's when leaving these things fall by the wayside that doubts creep in and begin to erode the spark that would lead to fires before.
Lady L. ♥️
The “look/know but cannot touch” thing is wildly arousing for me, and this story nails it. Addie texting what she would do while Miles is stuck imagining her body — that tension is the whole point.
Once Mistress Vixen sent me a naughty post-shower video while I was out in the house/yard. I’d never gotten anything that explicit from her — video with audio — and I sat down stunned, replayed it a few times, then went to the room ten minutes later. She was already there, posed like the video, bedroom eyes and all, and told me it was an invitation, not a red-carpet premiere. We didn’t waste the invitation.
First video she ever sent her Collared Wolf. Very memorable.
So hot. Loved this story. Imagined doing this with my wife. Now I am so horny!
Well, that certainly did it for me.