Sex IRL: The 22-year-old using FaceTime for everything but some face time


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Sex IRL: The 22-year-old using FaceTime for everything but some face time

‘We sext as I make the hour commute to my office. I tell him how wet I am when I arrive’

Sex IRL is a series by babe dedicated to detailing the ups, downs and in-betweens of real girls’ sex lives. It’s unfiltered, graphic and, most importantly, real. This week, a 22-year-old recent grad and her LDR who spend a lot of time exchanging nudes and making each other cum from 800 miles away. 22, straight, New York.

Day 1

9:30 a.m. It's Sunday morning and I'm getting ready for a boozy Brooklyn brunch with friends when I receive a text from the guy I've been seeing. We just started a long distance several night stand and are still working out the best ways to ~keep it sexy~. He asks if we can FaceTime later tonight after we live chat an episode of Game of Thrones together. I, of course, say yes.

11 a.m. Brunch got pushed back so we've been chatting on and off all morning when I tell him I need to hop in the shower. He responds by saying just the thought of me wet and naked is enough to get him hard. I get a Snapchat of his dick and send one of myself back when I get out of the shower.

2 p.m. I get drunk at brunch. With alcohol in my body and sex on my mind, I start to send less than appropriate messages to my Hometown Boy about how I can't wait to see him and suck his dick. He loves when I talk about blowing him. He tells me about how he'd have to resist the urge to cum immediately and that he wants to cum on my tits.

5 p.m. I receive a full-body naked Snapchat from my boy captioned 'just got back from the gym' and I can feel myself getting wet. I tell him how much I enjoyed it, and like the tease he is, he responds by saying "enjoy dinner, but I know what you'd rather have." He's not wrong.

11 p.m. I'm home and we've begun FaceTiming. On my screen is an image of my Hometown Boy stroking his incredibly hard dick. I slowly take my clothes off for him, making a show of it. I'm about to masturbate over FaceTime for this guy to watch me. I'm not worried about angles, no doubt due to the fact that every time I do anything he tells me how sexy I am and how much I turn him on. He gets off watching me cum.

Day 2

7:30 a.m. I wake up to a snapchat from Hometown Boy. No, it wasn't a picture of his face, but of his dick. I text him saying I want to wake up to pictures like that every morning, and he responds by saying that he's just happy he figured out the best way for us to use Snapchat. We sext as I make the hour commute to my office. I tell him how wet I am when I arrive.

12:30 p.m. He texts me asking when we will be able to see each other in person next. As great as sexting is, having someone tell you they want you to cum is not the same thing as that person actually making you cum. Before I moved, we almost never texted and relied entirely on the time we spent together for sexual gratification. Now that I'm several states away, we text daily and have become quick experts at sexting.

I promise to send him a naked photo when I get home. He wants me to send him a picture of my wet underwear.

8:30 p.m. I end up going to a friend's house after work instead of home, but that doesn't mean I don't make good on my promise. I sneak in the bathroom to send him a quick topless photo.

11 p.m. He enjoyed our FaceTime session so much that he asks to do it again, but unfortunately I'm staying the night at a friend's house and can't. He makes me promise to make up for it tomorrow.

Day 3

8:00 a.m. A text pops up on my work computer: "don't forget to send me a picture," it reads. I sneak into the bathroom and undress to take a series of photos to send.

11 a.m. It must be a slow day at work for him because he sexts me again: I want you dripping when you get home. My boss, sitting next to me, is clueless. I finish sending an email before going to the bathroom to send him another picture.

3:00 p.m. Today has been torturous. I'm sitting in a meeting with my coworkers and instead of taking notes, I'm thinking of all the ways I'm going to tease Hometown Boy later tonight.

7:30 p.m. I call him as I walk from the train to my apartment, partially to tell him how distracted I was, he didn't seem to be too phased by it.

10 p.m. We FaceTime again, this time we try out new angles as he details how he wants to bite my neck and tie me to his bed for a whole day. He said he wanted to see my face when I came. He did.

Day 4

6 p.m. I send Hometown Boy a message to let him know I'm going to be drinking with friends tonight and there's a chance I wont be able to talk. Boundaries and whatnot.

9:30 p.m. I've only just finished pregaming and I'm already feeling horny and hammered. I send Hometown Boy another text saying I might call it early. His response is a naked picture of himself holding a beer asking me to drink with him instead.

10:45 p.m. I'm drunk in an Uber and talking too loudly on the phone with Hometown Boy telling him that next time we see each other I'm going to ride him until he can't think straight. Pretty sure the Uber driver didn't mind.

12:00 a.m. After taking a healthy amount of time to talk about ~not sex~ he starts telling me that he wants to lick me all over until I'm screaming. He listens to me cum over the phone and we decide to call it a night.

Day 5

7:00 a.m. I'm both hungover and under the weather, and I've somehow lost my keys inside my own apartment. I decide to call in sick. Coincidentally, my Hometown Boy also decided to take the day off. We take our mutual sick day together.

11:00 a.m. I've already cum twice this morning, three times if you count the one before bed. He sets a personal goal to make me so cum so many times that I never leave my bed.

5:30 p.m. I literally haven't left my bed all day. We alternate between sending sexts, naked Snapchats, and eventually FaceTime for a bit before I decide to take a short nap. Turns out, if you have enough Internet sex, it's just as exhausting as the real thing.

9:00 p.m. My orgasm count has reached six, three of which were filmed for him, one he heard over the phone, and two were described to him. We decide that we've probably spent more time than we should have focused on sex today, so we both put on the same movie and have a calm night.

Day 6

9:00 a.m. I'm too embarrassed to admit to my coworkers that my sick day ended up less sick than it was sexy.

6:30 p.m. I'm leaving work when Hometown Boy sends me a text letting me know that he's going to get drinks and he plans on drunk texting me later.

10:00 p.m. Hometown Boy sends a text saying "I just want to be in bed with you right now so I can watch you squirm." I know he's out with friends, so I send him a Snap of me in a state of undress and tell him to watch it in private. He texts me again, this time saying he's hard and heading home.

12:00 a.m. We drunkenly talk on the phone, half attempting to say sexy things and half falling asleep.

Day 7

12:00 p.m. It's finally the weekend. I look at my phone to check the time to find a Snapchat that I never opened from the night before. It's a video of Hometown Boy stroking his cock. I decide to respond to it later and roll back over to get another hour of sleep.

3:00 p.m. I'm helping a friend move into a new apartment and she asks me about my relationship with Hometown Boy. I tell her everything. She encourages me to buy a plane ticket to visit him next month.

8:30 p.m. I ask Hometown Boy if he's sure we should make plans a month in advance, he responds by saying there's nothing he wants more than to have me visit and to have a whole weekend to dedicate entirely to me.

11:30 p.m. In comparison to the rest of the week, today has been tame. Aside from a few sexy comments, we talk mostly about our lives and common interests. We FaceTime before saying goodnight — turns out you can use it without being naked.

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