I woke up that morning already thinking about him. My body felt warm under the sheets and my mind kept drifting to the way he looks at me when I send him something dirty. I grabbed my phone and opened our chat. No new messages yet. Perfect. I wanted to be the one who started it.
I slipped out of bed wearing nothing but one of his old t shirts that still smelled a little like him. The soft fabric brushed against my skin and made me smile. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled the shirt up slowly, watching the way the light hit my body. My nipples were already tight. I took a few pictures first, just testing angles, then I deleted the ones that felt too careful. I wanted him to see me the way I really look when I am thinking about him.
Sending Hot Nudes That Get Him Hard
I spread my legs a little on the edge of the bed and took a clear shot of everything. The wetness between my thighs was already showing. Another picture from above, looking down at my chest, lips slightly open. One more from the side so he could see the curve of my ass. I sent them one after another without any caption. Just the photos. Hot nudes. Nothing else.
It took less than a minute for his reply to come through. My phone buzzed and I felt my stomach flip. He sent back a picture of his hand gripping his cock. It was already hard, thick, the head shiny. Another photo followed right after, this time closer, his fist wrapped tight around the base. I could almost hear the low sound he makes when he is turned on.
I wrote back telling him how much I wanted that cock inside me. How I was touching myself while staring at the pictures he sent. He answered with a short video of him stroking slowly, the tip leaking. My fingers slid down between my legs without me even thinking about it. I sent him a new photo of my hand between my thighs, fingers glistening, and told him I was so wet because of him.
We kept going like that for almost an hour. Me sending more nudes, him sending more pictures of his hard cock. Every time I thought I was done he would send something new and I would get even wetter. I told him exactly what I wanted him to do to me later. He told me how good it felt stroking while looking at my body. The whole time I kept thinking about how lucky I was that we could turn each other on like this even when we were apart.
When we finally slowed down I was breathing hard and smiling at my phone. My thighs were sticky and my heart was still racing. I saved every picture he sent. I always do. There is something about knowing I can make him that hard just by showing him my body that makes me feel powerful and wanted at the same time.
I cannot wait until he is here in person again. Until then I will keep sending him hot nudes whenever the mood hits. And he will keep sending me those pictures of his hard cock that drive me crazy. It is our little thing and I love every second of it.