You look at it, you take it in, you feel it, sometimes it speaks to you, makes you feel emotional at times. Sometimes its just nice.
That’s what art should make you feel.
Same with sexting.
Good sexting should make your nipples hard, your lips purse and pucker like you wanna moan, make your fingers go on a walkabout about ya person.
You know how it should be done, you are aware of BAD sexting and it has to be done at the right time when your feeling that RIGHT way.
Sexting is the art of engaging in ‘sex’ with words via a technological medium such as phone, instant messenger (BBM, What’s App, MSN, AIM, Skype, etc.), webcam or whatever…
Not such a thing back in the day. It was hard to get your partner off using a Nokia Flare on Mercury…
But with the evolution of technology allowing people in different countries to see each other and masturbate in front of each other using a camera… and for FREE?
Game MUST be stepped up.
Gone are the days of sending a message like, “what are you wearing?”
Nuh uh, no way boo boo…
It’s not about being blunt, to the point and damn near cave man about it.
BlackBerry women know EXACTLY what I’m talking about when that random guy on your list sees a picture of you showing a lil bit more skin than usual (possible holiday bikini picture) and he comes across all Rico Suave with:
“Send me a picture of your breasts.”
Or something of the like.
Now, HAD, he made the effort to spend the time talking to you, and he caught you in that mood with sexual conversation, MAYBE you might be tempted to send him a lil booty pic. Not a WHOLE one, maybe just one cheek.
Sexting is something, like sex that has to be mutual. There are plenty of guys out there who are getting pictures sent to them from random women just because the sun rises. And I know for a fact there are BBM groups for MEN only that share pics of women they’ve collected, been sent or just found online.
No I’m not snitching… women have the same groups too…
My point is these groups with such easy access to visual aids takes away from the beauty of talking to a woman and finding out what she likes and doesn’t like between the sheets. If there is the possibility that the pair of you may end up between said sheets, you may be INSPIRED to possibly take a picture of yourself, should such a request POP up.
Successful sexting has the power to turn you on and make you masturbate… you may go one step further and send them a picture of you DOING that.
Sweet sexting may make you become Spike Lee with a camera showing them just how you are doing what it is that you told them you were doing.
Super sexting will make you call them up and let them hear what your literary creativity has done to them, physically.
Due to the fact that people do it so regularly they may not look at it like this but sexting is the art of using words to arouse another. That’s a talent.
At the end of the day, to each their own. Some folk may not even engage in such for numerous reasons.
There’s no point in turning myself on.
Why write about when I could just call the person.
I don’t like to do it.
Why start talking about it if your not in front of me about to do it?
I wouldn’t know what to say.
There’s no one I trust to open up like THAT to.
No one worthy of getting THAT side of me.
But the other folk that do… well, you know what your picture gallery on your phone says about you…
You know when and where to say the right thing, your fluent in anticipating a moment of a possible sexting, your always up for the opportunity to engage with someone who has never done it before and your not scared to get it IN when its time to go IN, right ladies?
Sexting can be fact but it can also be fiction. Depends on the circumstances of the interaction. If the pair of you know you live in different countries and never have a chance of meeting, you can go ALL out and say you do all types of toe involving stuff. Even if you don’t.
You may both be aware of that fact, which is where the fiction of the interaction lies.
Fact is where the pair of you know that the only thing separating you from doing what your wrote in your text, BBM or instant message, is a few minutes in a car, a journey on a train or a window of opportunity.
Some people mix up fact and fiction and get cAught up.
Don’t go promising you’ll lick her pussy all night long till the sun comes up with orgasms squirting all over the place just because you THINk you’ll never see her. That’ll be the time she just HAPPENS to be in YO town with a window of opportunity.
Yeah you could meet up and have sex, but if you promised the head, and don’t come with the head, you’d be a bit of a punk.
Same in reverse ladies. If you vowed to drop on him the sloppiest, wildest, most tasty, buss in under-two-minutes head, and you come with some dry, poor handjob technique, no spit, no interest, poor eye contact excuse for a dick suck, then you might as well have stayed at home.
You and your chaperone.
I could tell ya how to sexting but DUH…
Besides, everyone has their own style of kung fu they use to get you in the mood to remove shoes, get a bit rude and get in a groove…
You can’t teach someone how to be good at sexting. Like sex, your only as good as the limitations on your imagination.
YESSUR TIMES TWO
When your willing to be a participant in a sexting session, maybe you have some music on, some candles, maybe your in the bath…
Well you know what time it is…
Words are tools towards orgasms… (See: Little Black Book)
The orgasm WILL be nice…
By Mr Oh