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[Eye roll. Why did she have such a thing for a dwarf again? Oh, right. Because he was adorable.]

I guess you've never heard of sexting before?

no. what is it?

[ By that word alone, he has a guess. But still he asks, because the notion he has in his head right now seems a bit silly. ]

It's when two people say dirty things to each other over texts. And probably get hot and bothered.

I see.
but would you not rather I tell you dirty things in person?

Very much so. But this can be considered foreplay of sorts. A way to get all heated up before seeing each other. Unless you're too busy

not anymore. now I'm too busy thinking of you.
will you show me how it works, then?

Good. ;) Well, you start by probably lying since you're not actually wearing hot sexy dwarf clothes. But you pretend you are. Or... you go somewhere and then get naked. Either works :D

sadly I don't have much privacy around here. although I ask you, am I not always sexy, no matter what I wear?

[ A minute or so later. ]

I'm not wearing my shirt now.

[ He may or may not be telling the truth. In any case, she can enjoy the mental image of him just in his trousers and apron. ]

You're sexy in and out of your clothes and you know it. Sexy dwarf with your sexy braids.

[She knows he's probably just playing along, but hey, it's a nice image.]

Mm, good. You're catching up. Because I'm naked.

that is most unfair of you, I must say. though it does make for a lovely image right now.
I had to come hide behind the shed, just so I could take off my trousers. they were getting a little tight.

A little? Oh, honey. That's just a lie. With what you're packing, you'd have to take them off to keep them whole. Which is hot, btw.

perhaps my trousers are purposefully loose for that reason exactly. but you do seem to test their limits rather often these days.
I love the image of you lying in bed. will you describe the scene for me?

I like that I can easily fit my hands down them. Ok. I'm lying in my bed, naked, the lights off, and I'm looking up at the ceiling, playing with my breast and thinking how much better your hands do at it.

so do I. in fact, I wish you were here to do so right now.

am I? how do you like me playing with your breasts? do you like it most when I squeeze them, or kiss them? were I there now, I would lick the sensitive tip, and twist it in my fingers. I know how you like that.

[He caught on quick.]

So do I. I'd like to get on my knees in front of you and hide under that apron, then use my mouth. I like everything. I love your mouth on me. I love those hands of yours. And I love that you're already picking up all the things that make me want to push you down and do dirty things. Do you have anything you think about you want to do?

[ Let it never be said he's not a quick learner. ]

I do love it when you do that. your mouth feels so wonderful around me, it drives me mad just thinking about your lips wrapped around my shaft again.

now that you ask, I remember we never did turn around, though we mentioned it, that first time in the woods. sometimes I think about it. about turning you around, getting you on your knees and hands, and mounting you like that.

My hands moved down, but I keep thinking about those fingers of your sliding into me. So much better than mine. That needs to be done. It's a fantasy of mine too and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since I got home. My shirt still smells like you.

they are much thicker too. I remember it so easily now, how tight you were around them. I can almost feel your heat and wetness wrapped around them as I pushed them inside you.

my own clothes don't smell nearly enough of you. although that towel has kept a lot of your scent, even now it still does. I keep it in my room, just looking at it gives me dreams of that day. I wake up so hot and hard for you.
and I am hard now too, just thinking about it, and thinking about you touching yourself. I must have you again, soon.

Dwarves have big everything and I really really like it.

[Okay, fake or not, the idea of him keeping the towel, how it would smell of the pair of them... well. That was just fucking hot.]

I want to fix that. I want to rub myself all over you and make everything smell like both of us. It's a good scent. I like the idea of you walking around smelling like sex with me. I really want to feel you. Taste you.

I have it big, but also know how to use it. I could tell just how much you liked that.

then we'll have to spread that scent everywhere. the bed, floor, or against the wall. I want the air thick with the smell of you, even if it may drive me crazy. and I will get you to carry my smell on you just the same. so that you can't help thinking of me, no matter where you go.

You do and I did. Enough so that I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sliding my fingers in now, thinking of you and it's not enough. I want you in my bed and in me. I'm already wet.

you are making me mad with want. I wish I could see you touch yourself, see your fingers slide into you time and again, slick with your juices.

both my hands are too busy typing, I can't bring myself any relief like that. though I terribly want to. and I want to do it while watching you, more vividly feeding my memory of your heat, around me like a deep, burning forge.

I would LOVE to see you touch yourself. God that'd be hot. So hot. Hot like the sun. I don't suppose you could take a forge break?

I can. it's not as if I'm getting that much work done right now in any case.
what do you propose?

I was thinking you could come over and make a mess of my bed with me. So that I can't sleep without thinking of you. And maybe my couch. And table. And every wall and surface available in here.

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