I simply cannot escape his cute, horny, medically educated ass. This time he popped up after a week or two of silence with a simple, "Hey, how r u?" I responded by saying fine and asking him the same. This seemingly innocent beginning evolved, at his initiative as always, into a very fun, and very dirty text dialogue which included several pictures. Not of his ya know ... rather they were some quite lovely pictures of his washboard, 6 pack, I do 1,000 sit ups per day abdominals. Holy God. What was my response you might ask? I simply wrote back the following phrase:
"I want to lick you."
Ok, so I guess that encouraged the dialogue just a little bit. What can I say? The devil inside of me is so tempted ad turned on by my little dirty texting Dr. that I just cannot help myself. We chatted through the night ... no word since then which is cool. I came to realize that as long as I remind myself whenever he pops up that: 1) I will not see him, 2) that our little flirtation will remain in the form of texts, and 3) its just fun, it's totally fine, I'm good and can enjoy our little electronic trysts.
I'm sure I will hear from him again ... probably when he's stressed out, coming off of a really long shift, or has just had a bad date. No worries, I'm happy to satisfy his little whims via text conversation and he is happy to satisfy mine. Oh Dr.!! You are oh so Yum.
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