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Hi, Darling. Missing me as much as I am missing you? Do please put me out of my misery and describe your panties in 140 characters or less.
Black, sleek, expensive, satin, crotch-less, warm, elasticated, in my fingers, and not on my cunt. Care for me to describe that to you too?
Oh, God, yes. No! Ė Let me describe it to you. Freshly shaven, inviting, stroked by your fingers, quivering in anticipation of my arrival.†
You are on your way, coming and cuming. Your cock is so engorged, blood pounding to the tip. I hope you already have your pants off, ready.
The pants are off, and the boxers too. I canít contain myself much longer. This has to end very soon, or Iíll end up taking myself in hand.
So what are you waiting for? Leave the laptop & get on top of my lap. Quit all the twittering. Get yourself downstairs & fuck me right now.
On my way. Jesus Christ, too late. Sorry Princess. I just came, & to make things worse, we didnít private message. The whole World read it.
You fucking idiot. Get dressed. Iíll put the kettle on. We need to talk about this. Then again, who cares what anyone reads. I love you. XXX
Each block of text in this story is written in Twitter-speak, and lasts precisely 140 characters, as does this explanation. Arthur Chappell
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