A cheeky text slides in with a resounding ping: I know it's you. My tummy tightens and my skin flushes before I open it. A sultry black-and-white image of lovers entwined combined with, "8 pm tonight; you know where. Panties not required!"

8 am. I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together as my pussy tingles and my panties get damp. Just the thought of your hot lips on mine makes me bite my bottom lip, and my nipples harden. My mind is full of you, the exquisite pleasure from the dangerous games we play—orgasmic bliss for us both.