Page 154 of Elite Connections: an LGBTQ Romance Charity Anthology

Fisheye25:Miss youuuuu.

Kuddlebear: Miss you more.

Fisheye25: Wanna bet?

Kuddlebear: How much?

Fisheye25: 50 billionty dollars.

Kuddlebear: Whoa there, babe. Are you using me to get rich?

Fisheye25: Oh shit. I’ve been caught. Erm, what I mean, is…

Fisheye25: 50 dollars.

Fisheye25: Sorry. Autocorrect did me dirty.

Kuddlebear: Right…

Fisheye25: Cross my heart and hope to die.

Kuddlebear: Shit. I’ll get the black suit ironed.

Fisheye25: *gasps* I can’t believe you don’t believe me. Why are you a nonbeliever, Kit?

Kuddlebear: Because I know you.

Fisheye25: Pfftt.

Kuddlebear: Pfftt right back at you.

Fisheye25: Anyway…

Fisheye25: As I was saying… I miss you. When are you back?

Kuddlebear: Monday.

Fisheye25: Agh. My body misses you.

Kuddlebear: What parts in particular?

Fisheye25: You’re filthy, Mr. Sinclair. I’m putting my heart out there for you, and all you can think about is sex.

Kuddlebear: I never! *face-with-rolling-eyes emoji*

Fisheye25: Yeah, yeah. You’re all the same.

Kuddlebear: Take that back!

Fisheye25: Or what?

Kuddlebear: Or you’ll be punished when I’m back.

Fisheye25: Seriously? Are you forgetting who’s the boss in this relationship.

Kuddlebear: You’ll be punished, *Sir.* Better?

Fisheye25: Meh. We’ll see. Where are you?

Kuddlebear: My hotel.

Fisheye25: Isn’t it daytime there already?

Kuddlebear: Sun’s about to rise, and I’m about to jump into the shower. Day full of meetings ahead *facepalm emoji*

Fisheye25: Oh. Morning you say.

Fisheye25: Any glory?

Kuddlebear: Do you want there to be?

Fisheye25: Is that even a question?

Fisheye25: I don’t believe you. You’re somewhere in town getting sucked off.

Kuddlebear: Lol. You’re funny.

Fisheye25: Then why is my phone still dickless?

Kuddlebear: You didn’t ask.

Fisheye25: Uhm, I think you’ll find I very much did.

Fisheye25: Now, come on, Kit. Prove to me you’re in your hotel. Go up to the window and show me your room.

Kuddlebear sent an image.

Fisheye25: Good boy. Now show me the city.

Kuddlebear sent an image.

Fisheye25: Nice one. Quite up high for a hotel.

Fisheye25: Now show me your cock.

Kuddlebear sent an image.

Fisheye25: Good morning to you, Girth-a Kitt.

Kuddlebear: Haha. Funny.

Fisheye25: I am hilarious. Especially when there are dicks involved.

Kuddlebear: Dicks? There’s more than one?

Fisheye25: Not currently. Unfortunately.

Fisheye25: You see, the dick that belongs to me is currently 50k miles away.

Kuddlebear: Uhm…pretty sure that’s not accurate.

Kuddlebear: Also, what’s with you and 50s today?

Fisheye25: Shut up, Kit. Don’t let that morning glory go to waste.

Fisheye25: Paint the windows with your load. I want to see.

Kuddlebear sent a video.

Fisheye25: Hot. Fucking. Damn.

Fisheye25: Wish I was there to clean it up.

Kuddlebear: Me too.

Kuddlebear sent a video.

Kuddlebear: Good enough?

Fisheye25: No. I still want to be the one to lick it clean, but I guess your tongue will have to do.

Fisheye25 sent an image.

Fisheye25: Look what you made me do.

Kuddlebear: Alright, Taylor. Don’t cry about it.

Fisheye25: *gasp* You did *not* just call me Taylor when I just sent you a picture of my cum and cock.

Kuddlebear: Sue me.

Fisheye25: I may just do that.

Kuddlebear: Good morning, sweetheart.

Fisheye25: Good morning, *boyfriend*!