Nope. Not going there.
“How was your day?” Taylor asked, dragging my thoughts back from the dirty precipice they were teetering on.
“Fine.” I shrugged. “Nothing unusual, nothing exciting. Just orders and purchasing.”
I worked in one of the finance offices for Imperial College London and spent most of my day dealing with scientists and academics who wanted to order things for their various lab projects and research. It wasn’t the most exciting job in the world, but I liked working with numbers and enjoyed the regularity of it all.
“You’re so lucky.” Taylor rolled his eyes and gave me a smile that sent shivers down my spine. “I wish my days could be summed up so simply.”
“You know you could just find another job?”
Taylor laughed. “Fuck no, that would mean I’d have to deal with a whole new bunch of people, and I’ve only just gotten this office trained properly.”
“Then you can’t complain,” I said.
“Fine, fine.” Taylor sighed, draining the last of his glass. “But I’m still going to because it’s fun. I’m going to get another drink, then how about we order pizza?”
Taylor disappeared into the kitchen, taking both of our glasses. I could hear him rummaging through the freezer as he attempted to find more ice.
While I waited, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, my stomach doing a little flutter when I saw the new message notification on the Pornblr app.
mr. smith Sorry, I was stuck in a meeting and had a fucking awful day
mr. smith Did you do anything fun?
thick boy in laceI tried jerking off and playing with my toys but the batteries died
thick boy in laceSo no fun for me =(
mr. smithNaughty boy! Fuck I love the idea of you playing with toys. Bet you look so good with a dildo buried in your ass
mr. smith I’d love to use some toys on you – tease you until you’re begging for it
mr. smithThen I’d fuck you so hard you’d feel it for days
Shit. I tried to stifle a groan because I wanted that so badly.
I didn’t even know who this man was but every time we talked like this, he managed to reduce me to a puddle within seconds.
We’d started chatting about six months ago when he’d messaged me on my blog to tell me how much he loved my pictures. Unlike most of the other guys who messaged me, he hadn’t started with a dick pic or some creepy message about how I should just get on my knees for him. He’d been friendly and funny, and we’d quickly become friends. Well, as much as we could be without sharing too much personal information.
But we hadn’t started sexting until a couple of months ago when he’d sent me a message about the latest photo I’d posted, asking if I knew what that did to him. I’d been horny and bored, so I’d flirted with him a little, telling him I had no idea and prompting him to tell me.
That had led to an intense and scorching series of messages and two fantastic orgasms.
Ever since then flirting and sexting had become part of our friendship. He’d even sent me the occasional pic, although it wasn’t ever much more than a shot of his hard cock. It wasn’t ever going to lead anywhere, I mean, I didn’t even know where he lived. But it was fun and made me feel so good about myself.
I’d never felt this wanted by anyone in my life.
mr. smith Would you like that?
thick boy in laceFuck yes. Want that so badly
thick boy in lace Want to feel you inside me
I heard footsteps behind me and quickly locked my phone as Taylor appeared, holding two glasses.
“I was going to get a meat feast and some garlic bread, is that okay? Do you think we need two pizzas?”
“Um, one should be fine,” I said, trying to turn my attention back to pizza instead of my dick. Fuck, this was so wrong, I was sitting two feet away from my crush while sending sexy messages to my online fuck buddy. “I mean, it should be if you get a large.”
Taylor nodded, giving me a slightly raised eyebrow before pulling his phone out to start ordering. “A large it is then.”
thick boy in lace Ugh I’m sorry I’m getting dinner with a friend. Can we pick this up later?
mr. smith Of course. Have fun with your friend
mr. smith I’ll be waiting
I shoved my phone back into my pocket, drained half my glass of whiskey, and tried to think of as many unsexy things as possible, starting with that serial killer documentary Steve and I had watched last week. The whiskey burned my throat, nearly making me choke. That, combined with remembering that one of the guys on this documentary had liked to peel people’s faces off, was enough to convince my overenthusiastic dick to calm down.
“Do you wanna watch some TV?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Sure,” Taylor said. “As long as it’s not any more of those horrible things you and Steve watch.” He shuddered, and I couldn’t help laughing.
“They’re interesting.”
“They’re disgusting and you know it. Why the fuck would you want to watch a program about someone who eats people’s faces? That’s not normal.”
“And watching Love Island is? They’re the most vapid people I’ve ever seen.”
“Eh.” Taylor shrugged. “The guys are hot, and they spend most of their time in very little. A man can dream.”
I snorted into my glass. “Okay, so no serial killers and no Love Island. There’s that new crime drama? Final Cause. The lead guy in that is pretty hot, I think. And I’m pretty sure he’s shirtless at one point.”
I wasn’t going to point out that I’d seen the gif of the lead detective emerging from a
