Can't Text This (Texting, #3)

by Teagan Hunter

Python: What makes you assume I’m a random hookup kind of guy? What makes you assume you’re not my type? Because of the way I look? Tsk, tsk. So judgy, Monty. Python: For the record, I’ve had random hookups in the past and they didn’t work out in my favor (i.e., I got a girl pregnant). Me: You’re a father? Python: I am. Me: I…I did not see that coming. Python: Is it a bad thing? Me: No, not at all! I love kids. Me: Not that I plan on meeting YOUR kid or anything like that. Just in general. Me: I guess I just also didn’t think dads did…well, THAT with strangers in public. Python: Are you ever going to just say it? Me: NO! Me: I don’t talk like that. Python: Fine, I’ll say it: I touched your pussy, Monty. I led you into the bathroom, kissed you senseless, and rubbed your clit until you were panting in my ear, and you liked every damn second of it. You came undone from my touch alone. Your hair was wild and your eyes full of satisfaction. Your cheeks burned a scarlet red and I can’t fucking stop thinking about it. Python: I want to see you come again. BAD.