Arriving At My Erotic Booty Call

No Strings Attached Erotic Booty Call

Erotic Booty Call – We’ve all been there. Stop lying – we’ve all sexted at one time or another. Suddenly, you are about to fall into a deep sleep, and you hear – DING. (Wicked LiL Laugh) I’m good at getting the ball rolling. Want to have some Erotic Booty Sexting instead? Don’t you wish you were on the other end, sexting with me? This time, I was the prey, not the predator. At 11:47 PM, I heard the familiar sound and watched the screen light up. Ethan is typing…Then it stopped. WTF with the dot dot dot – he took a play out of my playbook!

This was not happening. This was supposed to be a simple Erotic Booty Call. It’s the late-night drive-by and a simple one-and-done. I took a deep breath. In and out! Slow and steady! Control, I needed to be in control. Not this time. It shouldn’t matter this much. But it did. It was only an Erotic Booty Call with a guy, Nothing more, nothing less -no feelings. But…Because it was him. Him – Mr Sponataneous. He didn’t overthink or hesitate. Subsequently, he was the guy who texted when he wanted something and got it.

No confusion. No gray areas. Erotic Booty Call

Moreover, he didn’t need to play games with me. Except this time was different. With me, it was all gray. I didn’t catch feelings, nor did I ever show my cards. It was the world according to Raven. I stared at the last messages. Maybe I missed something. I was forward and direct. It read “Me: Then maybe stop almost asking.” Just then, the three dots came back. Stayed. Vanished. Came back again. Normally, I would have been over it. This was a game, it had to be.

Ethan dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. This was exactly the kind of moment he usually didn’t waste. Any other night, with anyone else, he’d already fucking.  Keeping it wet and wild – no tension. We had the best of both worlds, simple and physical. No emotional bullshit- it was sex. I wanted it simple, and that was the problem. He didn’t want me to just show up for a fucking. Ethan wanted me to stay. Hence, why was he making things complicated?

He was tired of an Erotic Booty Call. Consequently, he wanted the real thing.

Hence, this wasn’t something I knew how to do. My phone buzzed. Ethan said, ” You really want me to stop?” I swallowed deeply. I didn’t know how to answer. For God’s sake, it was a simple question. It shouldn’t have felt loaded. But it did. Thus, I knew what “stop” meant with him. It meant going back to No Sex – WTF! Or worse, me watching him be that version of himself with someone else. Ugh Men!!! All I wanted was easy. Hence, all I wanted was big dick sex with no strings, an uncomplicated Erotic Booty Call.

Shit or get off the pot. Consequently, my fingers hovered over the screen longer this time. Then, I typed “I want you to decide what you actually want.” There. No teasing. No dodge. The ball was back in my court. I was taking the bull by the horns. Time honest. I was in this situationship for sex. Ethan stared at the message, jaw tightening. He didn’t want to give up a good thing. It was exactly fair—because I was asking for something we both spent years avoiding: tension.

We liked our convenient late-night rendezvous.

He typed. Deleted. Typed again. (Serious Fucking Eyeroll) Stop making things so complicated, I thought. Finally, he typed, “What if I don’t keep it casual with you?” WHY? I screamed at the phone. This wasn’t where I expected this to go. Not from him. He was easy to go to Erotic Booty Call- nothing more, nothing less. F U N – 24 – 7. Not from the guy who was practically the best fuck ever with a 10-inch dick to boot!

I wanted the serious conversation to stop. Moreover, I want him in my bed fucking me. Soon, he knew what I was thinking. Ethan let out a quiet laugh, more sexual tension than humor. I saw right through him, and the tables were turned. And somehow… instead of pulling away, he gave in to me, and I pulled him in deeper. I had him right where I wanted, and he was in full acceptance of an Erotic Booty Call at midnight. It was safer with no emotional attachment – kinky, sizzling hot sex.

I only wanted an Erotic Booty Call.

Consequently, three dots appeared again. No hesitation this time. Ethan responded, “I want to fuck you.” Not implied. Direct. My pulse grew louder as my pussy pulsated with excitement. This was more like him. Perfection! Soon, I would get what I needed and wanted! No emotions. No feelings – Only an Erotic Booty Call. The phone didn’t even disconnect. I was already in my car and going to get fucked. I won!

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