A little something extra
Bonus Texts
The secret, late night conversations between Bryan and Riley, before it all began.
September 5th, 9pm
“Which would you rather eat? A super spicy taco or a super spicy chicken burger. Omg, you know, one of those ones with the relish on top. And then the chile. I’m starving. ”—Riley
Bryan - “I’d rather eat you.”
“Don’t make me horny, right now. You wouldn’t like me when I’m horny.”—R
“You’re making me wet at work, Bryan. Why do you do this to me? You know I can’t just touch myself with everyone around.”—R
B—“So? Go to the bathroom. Be naughty.”
“At work??”—R
“In which bathroom?”—R
B—“Your choice, men’s or women’s.”
“Women’s. I figure it’s cleaner.”—R
B—“Good choice. I’m in the ladies’ room waiting for you, gorgeous. I’ve got my cock in my hand, and I’m dripping for you already.”
“You’re seriously making me wet. Wait twenty minutes and I’ll be done with my shift.”—R
B—“Or, I could just carry on torturing you. Playing with you. Picture I’m licking your hot little box and eating you out until you come. Make you squirt.”
“Bryan! You’re so naughty.”—R
B—“You love it.”
“I do.”—R
“Probably not. That’s illegal, you know.”—R
B—“No shit.”
B—“And to answer your question, I’d prefer the chicken burger. I love spicy food.”
“Me too! Chat later. ;)”—R
“Sorry, that took me a little longer than expected. My bestie needed to stay a little later to clean up, and I live with her so…”—R
B—“No problem.”
“Fast reply.”—R
B—“I’ve been waiting for you. Thinking about you all day.”
“Me too.”—R
“You’re the most exciting thing that’s happened to me. Or being on this app is, talking to you. Sounds kind of sad, but I’m not even joking.”—R
B—“Doesn’t sound sad to me. I happen to agree with you. My life is pretty fucking bland.”
“Right, I’ve heard that about millionaires. Real boring.”—R
“Why?”—R
B—“Exciting is overrated. Depends on the type of exciting. Your type is the type I like.”
“I can agree with that.”—R
“I’m in the bathroom, I’m in my PJs, and oh my god, you’re so fucking OTT. I love it.”—R
B—“Lol. Good. Slip your hand inside your pants and feel that pussy for me. Tell me how it feels. I want to hear it all.”
“It’s wet for you. It’s hot too. I’m practically dripping. Shit, really hard to type with one hand.”—R
B—“You’re doing great. Finger yourself for me. Imagine I’m inside you, right now, I’m filling you up with my hot cum, saying your name, again and again. Fuck, Riley, I want you to come for me so bad. I want to own that pussy.”
“It’s all yours.”—R
“I’m going to—uh—focus on this, if that’s OK.”—R
“You’ve got yourself a kinky deal.”—R
September 25th, 11:30pm
“Are you still up?”—R
B—“You know me. Bad at sleep. Good at business. Great combination.”
“Don’t know about the good at business for me, but I’m definitely bad at sleep.”—R
B—“Need me to sing you a lullaby?”
“Ha. Good one. No, what I need is an even stronger pot of coffee. Lots of work to do tonight.”—R
B—“Same. Been thinking of you on repeat today. You’re cycling through my head. Tell me, if you had to choose between a holiday in Paris or one in the Bahamas, which would you choose?”
“Are those my only two choices?”—R
B—“Hmm, well, where would you go?”
“I’ve never been anywhere. Never had the chance to travel. I swear, I’ve been out of Texas like… once. Um, so I’m not sure. I’d like to go somewhere that has culture or like, a history. Somewhere I could go hiking one day and then chill and read a book the next. What about you?”—R
B—“I like that idea. I’ve been a lot of places, but I’d really like to go to Guatemala.”
“For real? Why there?”—R
B—“I’m fascinated by the Mayan culture.”
“See? Now, that’s what I’m talking about. I’d love to do something like that. Totally up my alley. I doubt I’ll get the chance though.”—R
B—“Why not?”
“Just not in my future.”—R
B—“Beg to differ. You’re destined for great things, Riley.”
October 25th, 8pm
“Are you nervous?”—R
B—“I don’t make a habit of getting nervous. About anything.”
“Well, good for you. Shit, I’m biting my darn fingernails.”—R
B—“My version of nervous is excited. I’m excited to finally be in your space, Riley. You’re addictive over text. I imagine it will be compounded when we finally meet.”
“Kind of what I’m worried about. Addiction is never a good thing.”—R
“Broccoli?”—R
B—“Shit, if you’re addicted to broccoli, you got bigger problems than I care to ponder.”
“Ha. True. How is it you always put a smile on my face? Even when I’m stressed. There’s just something about you.”—R
B—“I’m a goof.”
“You’re a saint.”—R
October 30th, 2019, 8pm
B—“Happy anniversary, gorgeous.”
“Wow, it’s been that long? One whole year?”—R
“Hey! You know you can’t talk like that, now. We’ve got a baby. She might wake up and mysteriously detect that we want to get intimate, thus interrupting us.”—R
B—“That would be… what, the twentieth times that’s happened?”
“Not my fault that you’re so thirsty.”—R
“I think so, but I’m always happy to hear it again.”—R
B—“I love you, Riley. I can’t wait to get home and spend this evening with you. And man, am I glad Bev’s going to babysit.”
“Time alone. Blessed time alone.”—R
“Naughty.”—R
December 25th, 2019, 11:59pm
“Merry Christmas.”—R
“I’m sending this message in the middle of the night, because I want you to wake up to it tomorrow morning. “—R
“Putting Christmas presents under the tree.”—R
B—“You are the Christmas gift, gorgeous. Get that sexy ass up here.”
“Sexy ass. Sexy even with the stretch marks, huh? I find that hard to believe.”—R
“Flattery will get you a special Christmas gift this year.”—R
B—“It’s not flattery if it’s true. But come up anyway. I’d like my Christmas gift now.”
February 28th, 2019, 10:00am
“Hey.”—R
“Very funny. But no, that’s not why. I just wanted to tell you I love you, and that I’ve got a big, big, big surprise for you.”—R
B—“Color me excited. What’s up, gorgeous?”
“I’m pregnant. Again.”—R
B—“I’m coming through.”