By Alexa Day
Dick pics, clumsy conversation, and a general lack of discretion have given sexting a bad name, and that’s unfortunate. The cell phone is so ubiquitous that it’s become something of an annoyance. Texting in general is almost the same way; how often have we sent a text message to someone we could call in order to avoid actually having to speak to that person?
Sexting is starting down that road, too. Instead of the elaborate dance of flirtation and seduction that existed in the time before the telephone, sexting has reduced all that delicious interaction to a single picture (which could be of anyone’s dick, really), a request for validation (‘U likey?’), and the inevitable proposition. But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Are you wearing the black ones?
At its best, sexting can be elegant and intimate. It can be a chance to talk dirty to a partner while you’re at work and he’s surrounded by people. It can be a provocative whisper between lovers with thousands of miles between them.
On an endless conference call. Thinking of the way you taste.
Sexting can leave more to the imagination, which makes for some very cerebral stimulation. Where is he while he’s reading this? Are people watching him? Can they tell?
You left a mark. I decided not to cover it. Guess where it is.
And of course, sexting can also be the vehicle for everyday life viewed through lust-colored glasses. Just as we might text a partner to make sure the wine is properly chilled, one might text to make sure that partner is properly warm.
The hot possibilities are endless, right? For a sizzling sexted power play, check out C. Margery Kempe’s “Text Play,” featured in her collection Love on a Spoon.
And be sure to try all this at home.
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