19. Messages
CHAPTER NINETEEN
messages
Fisheye25:
Miss youuuuu.
Kuddlebear:
Miss you more.
Fisheye25:
Wanna bet?
Kuddlebear:
How much?
Fisheye25:
50 billionty dollars.
Kuddlebear:
Whoa there, babe. Are you using me to get rich?
Fisheye25:
Oh shit. I’ve been caught. Erm, what I mean, is…
Fisheye25:
50 dollars.
Fisheye25:
Sorry. Autocorrect did me dirty.
Kuddlebear:
Right…
Fisheye25:
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Kuddlebear:
Shit. I’ll get the black suit ironed.
Fisheye25:
*gasps* I can’t believe you don’t believe me. Why are you a nonbeliever, Kit?
Kuddlebear:
Because I know you.
Fisheye25:
Pfftt. You know nothing Jon Snow.
Kuddlebear:
Pfftt right back at you. I know everything. I’m no Jon Snow.
Fisheye25:
Anyway…
Fisheye25:
As I was saying… I miss you. When are you back?
Kuddlebear:
Monday.
Fisheye25:
Agh. My body misses you.
Kuddlebear:
What parts in particular?
Fisheye25:
You’re filthy, Mr. Sinclair. I’m putting my heart out there for you, and all you can think about is sex.
Kuddlebear:
I never! *face-with-rolling-eyes emoji*
Fisheye25:
Yeah, yeah. You’re all the same.
Kuddlebear:
Take that back!
Fisheye25:
Or what?
Kuddlebear:
Or you’ll be punished when I’m back.
Fisheye25:
Seriously? Are you forgetting who’s the boss in this relationship.
Kuddlebear:
You’ll be punished, *Sir.* Better?
Fisheye25:
Meh. We’ll see. Where are you?
Kuddlebear:
My hotel.
Fisheye25:
Isn’t it daytime there already?
Kuddlebear:
Sun’s about to rise, and I’m about to jump into the shower. Day full of meetings ahead *facepalm emoji*
Fisheye25:
Oh. Morning you say.
Fisheye25:
Any glory?
Kuddlebear:
Do you want there to be?
Fisheye25:
Is that even a question?
Fisheye25:
I don’t believe you. You’re somewhere in town getting sucked off.
Kuddlebear:
Lol. You’re funny.
Fisheye25:
Then why is my phone still dickless?
Kuddlebear:
You didn’t ask.
Fisheye25:
Uhm, I think you’ll find I very much did.
Fisheye25:
Now, come on, Kit. Prove to me you’re in your hotel. Go up to the window and show me your room.
Kuddlebear sent an image.
Fisheye25:
Good boy. Now show me the city.
Kuddlebear sent an image.
Fisheye25:
Nice one. Quite up high for a hotel.
Fisheye25:
Now show me your cock.
Kuddlebear sent an image.
Fisheye25:
Good morning to you, Girth-a Kitt.
Kuddlebear:
Haha. Funny.
Fisheye25:
I am hilarious. Especially when there are dicks involved.
Kuddlebear:
Dicks? There’s more than one?
Fisheye25:
Not currently. Unfortunately.
Fisheye25:
You see, the dick that belongs to me is currently 50k miles away.
Kuddlebear:
Uhm…pretty sure that’s not accurate.
Kuddlebear:
Also, what’s with you and 50s today?
Fisheye25:
Shut up, Kit. Don’t let that morning glory go to waste.
Fisheye25:
Paint the windows with your load. I want to see.
Kuddlebear sent a video.
Fisheye25:
Hot. Fucking. Damn.
Fisheye25:
Wish I was there to clean it up.
Kuddlebear:
Me too.
Kuddlebear sent a video.
Kuddlebear:
Good enough?
Fisheye25:
No. I still want to be the one to lick it clean, but I guess your tongue will have to do.
Fisheye25 sent an image.
Fisheye25:
Look what you made me do.
Kuddlebear:
Alright, Taylor. Don’t cry about it.
Fisheye25:
*gasp* You did *not* just call me Taylor when I just sent you a picture of my cum and cock.
Kuddlebear:
Sue me.
Fisheye25:
I may just do that.
Kuddlebear:
Good morning, sweetheart.
Fisheye25:
Good morning, *boyfriend*!