Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Yeah, pretty much.
DrinkWithMe: Then I shall hope for tight hamstrings.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
DrinkWithMe: You’re making me soft.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Good thing YOU’RE not making ME soft.
DrinkWithMe: Would you look at us . . . things are starting to get frisky.
DrinkWithMe: Thoughts on phone sex. Have you done it?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I have not. Haven’t really had a girlfriend or someone who I would do that with in my life. But not against it. I know some guys on the team do it with their girlfriends.
DrinkWithMe: Poor, lonely Bisley Balls. No one to have phone sex with.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Have you had phone sex?
DrinkWithMe: Once. The guy came when I whispered out a moan. He was into ASMR.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Why do you have such a fascinating life?
DrinkWithMe: I’ve been around, Bisley. I have life experience.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: You do. Makes me think I’m not life-ing properly.
DrinkWithMe: You are. You’re just on a different path than others. I’m sure when you get to where you want to be, there will be opportunities to help you “life” hard.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: You’re being nice to me.
DrinkWithMe: I think it’s this beer I’ve been nursing while lying on my bed . . . naked.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Naked, huh? Care to share a picture of that?
DrinkWithMe: Sounds intriguing, possibly something I could see myself doing, but not quite sure you’re ready for a free show. Not sure you earned it yet.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I think you’re right. Those tits are worth way more than a conversation in your DMs.
DrinkWithMe: Ooo, you’re making me all hot with your nice-boy charm. Tell me something else.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I was taught how to wipe the outer edge of the toilet bowl before I put the toilet seat down.
DrinkWithMe: Oh God, that’s hot. More. Tell me more.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I thoroughly scrub my balls every day and manscape so when a woman goes down on me, she has the cleanest cock to suck on.
DrinkWithMe: A true gentleman. Mmm . . . give me one more.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I always let the woman come first.
DrinkWithMe: That . . . you . . . do.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I overheard one of the guys on my team talking about this Only Fans account that he follows because he loves the girl’s feet. I nearly choked on my protein bar.
DrinkWithMe: Oh, a local customer. I wonder if it’s me. Feet With Me is my name on Only Fans. You should ask him if that’s the one he likes.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Not gonna do that. I don’t want him thinking I’m into feet like him. The dude is weird. I don’t want to bond over foot porn. Also . . . Feet With Me? That’s not very original.
DrinkWithMe: It’s all about the branding. *eye roll* Honestly, Granddad, it’s as if you’re not in your twenties when you say things like that.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I barely know how to post on social media, let alone know anything about branding. Now, if you want to talk about the different spins on a baseball, that I can talk about.
DrinkWithMe: Hurry, go post another thirst trap before I get bored with you.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Your wish is my command . . .
DrinkWithMe: So, uh . . . are those abs real?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: LOL! Saw my picture today, did ya?
DrinkWithMe: Happened to come across it. Liked that subtle hint of abs as you lifted your shirt to dry off your forehead. Could have used the towel draped over your shoulder, but who am I to complain?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Got shit from the guys for posting it.
DrinkWithMe: Well, you’re getting nothing but praise from me. Job well done, sir.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: It was all for you.
DrinkWithMe: Lies!
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Nope. I thought to myself, what kind of post would make DrinkWithMe so thirsty that she’d post a picture of the drink that cooled her down?
DrinkWithMe: Well, job well done because I have a strawberry cooler in my hand, and I’m about to settle down for a photo shoot. Maybe I’ll include my lips in this picture . . . sucking on the straw.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Why did that just make my dick stir?
DrinkWithMe: Because you apparently never have sex, that’s why.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Might have to figure out something for tonight, especially if you post a picture of those hot lips.
DrinkWithMe: Okay, okay . . . the flirting has picked up. I see what you’re doing.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I posted a picture of my abs today, meant for you. I’d say the flirting has most definitely picked up.
DrinkWithMe: *cracks knuckles* Then I need to up my game.
DrinkWithMe: I saw you today.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Really? Where?
DrinkWithMe: In my dreams . . .
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: It’s now my turn to roll my eyes.
DrinkWithMe: Oh . . . so you don’t want to hear about what we were doing?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Wait now, I didn’t say that. We were actually doing things?
DrinkWithMe: Naughty things. Legit had an orgasm in my dream. It was hot.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Damn, that is hot. What were we doing?
DrinkWithMe: I was giving you a lap dance. You were hard, and I rode that ridge until I came.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Have you, uh, given many lap dances?
DrinkWithMe: I was a stripper for two hours once in my life. It was for some frat party. I was paid one thousand dollars. I kept my clothes on but just went around and rolled on men’s laps. Easiest money I ever earned, but that was the only time I truly gave a lap dance. Anything else has just been more of a dry hump with a guy. Ever get a lap dance yourself?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Still trying to comprehend the whole stripper thing . . . yet your clothes stayed on?
DrinkWithMe: Well, I was wearing a thong and a red tank top that was wet. You couldn’t see anything, but it was hot enough that the guys were pleased. I bought my class books with the money.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Why am I jealous?
DrinkWithMe: Because you think I’m hot. I get it. I would be jealous too if you told me you were stripping in front of women. I would want that bean pole of yours swaying in my face. But don’t avoid the question. Have you ever gotten a lap dance?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Yeah. I’ve been to a few strip clubs, but nothing too intense. Just got a bit hard and that was it.
DrinkWithMe: I find that so freaking sexy. I would love to watch you get a lap dance by another woman. I bet you’re controlled and hold in how you’re feeling by biting on your lower lip.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: That would never happen, getting a lap dance by another woman while you were watching.
DrinkWithMe: Why not? That doesn’t intrigue you?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: What would intrigue me is *you* straddling my lap, making me hard as I gripped your ass while you played with those sexy tits of yours.
DrinkWithMe: You’re right, that is hotter. Would you suck on them if I offered them to you?
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: You wouldn’t be able to stop me.
DrinkWithMe: Well . . . now I’m going to go have some fun with my vibrator. Thanks. Good night, Bisley.
Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Wait, that’s it? Ugh, you’re killing me, Myla.
DrinkWithMe: Yup, were you expecting me to help you get off? Have an imagination, Bisley. Go forth and jack off while finishing the fantasy. XOXO