The Original Sext - Episode 1
by Gina L. Maxwell
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Sara snort-laughs and takes a drink from her fourth glass of wine.
Hello there.
Seriously? 69? How many of you Operator 69’s are there?
Just me. We all have a number, but I’m the lucky one with the cliché ID. ;)
I’m Isaac. What’s your name, gorgeous?
You don’t know that I’m gorgeous.
Maybe I’m hideous. A total hag.
I doubt that. Describe yourself…(name)?
Sara
That’s a pretty name. Describe yourself to me, Sara.
5’7”, long blonde hair, gray eyes. I’m average all around, I’m afraid.
Doesn’t sound average to me.
Sounds like your body is the perfect height to fit against mine when I pull you close.
And that my hands will have plenty of hair to hold on to when I angle your face for my kiss.
I’ll know you’re turned on whenever your gray eyes go almost black with desire.
Sara stares slack-jawed at her phone for several minutes.
Wow. You’re good at this.
I should also mention I’m currently drunk on too much wine.
So good judgment is not my forte at the moment.
Hence why I’m blowing money texting a complete stranger after seeing a cheesy late-night commercial.
You text very well for a drunk person.
I’m an editor. Drunk or not, I always proofread.
I find intelligence extremely sexy.
Uh huh. Of course you do.
Is this the part where you ask me what I’m wearing?
Or is that my line? I’m not sure what the protocol is for these things, lol
No protocol, Sara.
We can talk about whatever you want.
But for the record…
I’m wearing a pair of jeans.
And…?
That’s it.
I was getting ready for bed when I got your text.
So yeah. Just jeans.
But I could be in less, if you want. ;)
Huh. I pictured you sitting in a call center somewhere.
The messages are rerouted to our phones through an app.
So I’m currently at home, on my couch. In case you wanted a visual.
What, no selfie?
I can’t show you my face, but anything else goes.
Would you like to see my body, Sara?
Yes
Shit
I meant no.
I don’t even know why I’m still texting you.
I’m not the kind of woman who needs to pretend some random stranger is my boyfriend or whatever.
Like I said before, there’s no protocol. No rules.
I can talk to you like I’m your boyfriend.
I can talk to you like I’m just a hook-up.
Or…
Or?
Or I can be exactly who I am…
An anonymous man who finds you intriguing.
A man who suspects you have a deviant side that you keep hidden from the world.
A man who’d like to coax that side out and see where it takes you.
Nice try, 69, but I’m afraid your crystal ball is broken.
If I have a deviant side, I’ve also been hiding it from myself.
Then tell me what you ARE into.
What do you mean?
Sexually. What do you like?
What sort of things get you off?
I don’t know how to answer that.
OK, we’ll try it this way...
What kind of porn do you watch?
Lol, porn?
I’m a chick. I don’t watch porn.
Tons of women watch porn.
This one doesn’t.
Maybe you should.
Or maybe I shouldn’t.
You can see what sort of things turn you on…
Ménage, role playing, public sex/exhibitionism, BDSM…
I’m not going to watch porn, 69.
Call me Isaac, Sara.
Fine. I’m not going to watch porn, Isaac.
Scared of what you might discover about yourself?
That’s ridiculous. Of course I’m not scared.
Then do it.
Tonight, before you go to bed.
While the wine is still flowing in your veins and your inhibitions are low.
I’m challenging you, Sara.
To step outside your comfort zone and let go of the reins a little.
Sara chews on her lip as her head and her pride—not to mention her starving libido—fight for dominance.
Okay, fine. I’ll do it.
Good girl.
I can’t wait to hear all about it.
Wait, what?
I want you to text me tomorrow.
Tell me about the things that made you hot.
Tell me what made your breath quicken and your pulse race.
Are you game, Sara?
Can I look forward to hearing from you again?
I guess you’ll have to wait and see.
I will be.
Waiting, that is.
Goodnight, Sara.
Good-bye, Isaac.
Sara narrows her eyes at her phone like it wields black magic. WTH just happened?
There’s no way she’s doing any of that!
Tossing her phone aside, she gets up to put her glass in the sink.
But before she heads to bed, her gaze snags on her open laptop…
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