Sexting 101 for Guys
I did Sexting 101 for
Girls the other day on the Dirty Birdies Blog, so now I’m going to flip it
around and talk to you members of the male species. It’s time for you guys to
learn a thing or two about what we really want from a boyfriend/lover/husband
when it comes to sexting.
Yep, we’re going to start with disclaimers and I’m pretty
sure you know what I’m going to tell you first off.
1.
Do NOT send a naked picture of your junk to
some girl you just met / someone you are just starting a relationship with. There may (and I did only say MAY) be a time
for this later. But mobile media makes it really easy for anybody to facebook,
tweet, pin, and tumblr ALL sorts of pics you might not like shared with all of
your/her friends and family. Just keep
that in mind when you’re snapping away pic after pic of your morning wood.
2.
If you’re hung like a horse and need to buy
condoms in the XL Magnum aisle then disregard #1 and my cell number is…
**GRINS**
3.
If you’re new in a relationship or have had a
spouse or partner for years you can do this too! Everyone likes to feel special
and thought of on a daily basis.
4.
Please re-read number 1!
Let me start off with WE LIKE GETTING PICS TOO!! There I
said it. Sexting should not be a one-sided adventure. Like things in
most relationships it needs to be equal or at the very least mutually enjoyable
for both parties.
For some ideas on what we’d like to see men, here you go.
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Sexy pic in sunglasses and a baseball cap.
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For husbands/committed partners a pic of your
hand showing your wedding ring is AWESOME!
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The coffee shop you had a cup of joe and a
muffin at that morning with a “thinking of you” tag.
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If you found a street festival or a carnival,
send a few pics of some tiny trinket you bought/won for her. Or if you had a
gift wrapped send an image of the package she’ll get when you get home.
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Mirror pic of your bare chest and boxers.
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New hair cut you want her to see – send it
along.
Okay, now for the real sexting…
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If you woke with morning wood and want to share
what she does to you take a pic of the tent it made beneath the sheets.
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After you jack off and you have some silky wet
evidence of how much you miss her on your leg, snap a pic and send it along
with a note, “Wish you were here for clean up duty.”
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And for those of you out there in a D/s
relationship send reminders of what awaits her when she gets home. If she’s a
bit naughty when she’s gone or if she’s a VERY good girl.
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A pic of handcuffs, an anal hook, pile of
Shibari length rope, blindfold, a new toy or plug you got just for her. Maybe
even a pic of a whipping bench with her name on it. A flogger or a pair of
hybrid whips she’ll get to enjoy when she gets back. Tell her what she has to
look forward to when she walks in the house or into your playroom next time.
It’s the little reminders that you’re thinking of us and we know we’re on your mind, that make us feel special and appreciated, even from a far.
She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.
But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.
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“So, Cyn, why aren’t you fucking anybody?”
I sucked a mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe, sputtered
and coughed my way through it and nearly knocked over the glass bottle as I got
it under control. The beer anyway. After wheezing through another breath, I
moved my drink aside. The last thing I needed was a wet spot in my lap. “Where
in the hell did that
come from?”
Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at my fingers
as I worried a heart charm at the bottom of a silver chain. A knowing smirk
tilted his lips when he glanced up again. “Come on. Nobody creaming your
Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So
don’t be shy, spit it out.”
The other half of the “we” he referred to was his fraternal
twin Chris, who watched us across an empty dance floor and from behind their
bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I
turned once more to Jared.
He leaned against his chair, forearms crossed over his broad
chest, an expectant smile revealing bright-white teeth. The brothers had always
done that. Known the right expression to make so I would answer anything. They
acted broody or impatient and I’d give anything to make them happy. Pathetic—my
middle name when it came to these two.
“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I
like it to the same extent you and Chris do, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high
side according to the gossipmongers in town.” I squirmed in my seat. I admit
it. One of my best friends was asking me if I liked sex and all I could think
was…meh. My sex life…well, visualize
the Titanic sinking and you get the
gist. Most guys don’t appreciate being called another guy’s name—or two guys’ names—when
you’re getting off. It’s a real deal breaker.
“Uh huh. It’s Saturday night and you’re here, like last
night and the night before. Guys hit on you but you blow ’em off. You work at
the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. CJ’s has gotten damn busy and
we dig the help but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What
gives?”
Getting to work at the bar with both of them on a weekend
was rare. One of them was normally MIA. But tonight? From the moment I stepped
foot inside they were watching me. Shivers of awareness raced over my skin but
I was too chicken to actually do anything about it. A blush slithered its way
up my bare shoulders, crawled all over my failing willpower and flipped on a
big neon sign above my head, flashing “Not Gettin’ Any”.
Jared and Chris knowing that my social calendar was on par
with reservations at a leper colony just plain sucked. The three of us had been
close for years but this was way beyond what my heart—and several other tingly
parts—could handle.
“You’re hot. You haven’t been with anyone since Matt.”
Mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach because Jared
wasn’t going to drop it. Thankfully my beer sat well out of reach.
“Not that it’s any of your business but who’s to say I’m not
having sex every night and twice on Sundays?” I cocked a blonde eyebrow in his
direction with a little sultry thrown in, with what I hoped was a sassy twist
of my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me that look again. Same one he’d been
giving me all night long. The one I’d seen for years and hated because it was
never directed at me.
It was Jared on the make. My adrenal gland kicked into high
gear. I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.
He was always the comedian. He’d played pranks on me any
chance he could but this was no joke.
His gaze remained locked on me and his blue eyes, shadowed
by thick lashes, taunted me with sexual promise. Female residents of our fair
city of Arcadia had spent years fantasizing over his tanned skin and muscled frame.
Right at the height of my ogling, he speared long fingers through his blond,
sun-streaked hair. It wasn’t long enough to negate any of his rugged appeal but
it was far from the military cut he’d worn for years. Currently, it was perfect
to hold on to for a nice long ride.
As his hair fell across his brow, he leaned onto the table
to grab his beer. He grazed my arm on the way and I locked my muscles up good
and tight to suppress another shiver. My reaction to them? Spontaneous
combustion.
But tonight was different. Tonight they’d noticed how I responded to them. They’d
thrown logs on the smoldering fire every chance they got. Touching me, teasing
me. Staring at me as if they knew how wet I was. For them. Only them.
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