It’s late. She’s asleep next to me, and I should be too. But my head’s still spinning a bit.

I don’t know what it is exactly — maybe it’s the way she looked tonight. The way she curled up on the couch with her legs tucked under her, no bra under her shirt, hair a bit messy, scrolling through the messages you’ve been sending us. Maybe it was the way her thighs shifted when she read something filthy. Or the way she didn’t even try to hide it when she started getting wet.

She passed me the phone and said, "You need to read this one."

I did. And fuck, I got hard almost immediately. The way some of you describe what you'd do to her — the rawness, the need, the imagination — it’s not just dirty. It’s intimate. You’re not just jerking off to her pictures. You’re placing yourself right in the room with us. And somehow... that turns both of us on more than I expected.

I watched her read, hand slowly slipping between her legs.
And I couldn't just sit there.

It turned into one of those nights where we didn’t talk much. We just felt. I fucked her slow. Deep. And the whole time, I kept thinking about you — whoever you are — the guy who sent that message that made her drip.

You helped make that moment happen. And I guess I’m writing this now because I want more of it.

More of you.

More messages that get her wet. More fantasies that make me harder just imagining them. More dirty, specific, personal filth that we can read together and talk about later in bed.

This isn’t a show for us. It’s not pretend. We’re living it. And when you take the time to write something honest, dirty, and real — we feel it. We get off on it. She moans. I stroke. And sometimes we fuck like we’ve invited you in.

So if you’ve been lurking, watching, jerking quietly — say something.

Tell us what you’d do to her.
Tell us what you’d want to watch us do together.
Tell me how you’d fuck her while I watched. Or what you’d do while I whispered in her ear and stroked myself.

Leave it in the comments. Or message us.

Because right now, my cock is still half hard just thinking about you.

And she’ll read every word when she wakes up.