I never enjoyed communicating with people over Mxit, mainly female. It lacks intimacy in the most obvious of reasons. It has no passion, no pleasure. You all know what I mean…I mean love. I think it just helps people to hide behind the texts they send to their acquaintances, friends, mistresses, muses and lovers. It’s no wonder half of the people out in this world are horny, frustrated and wet. They have to deal with promiscuity online and away from the human face, just because someone can only be salacious online, as they slip away from reality.
I called her last night. It was late and our conversation just got heated online. I need to call her, I thought. She answered with the sound of pleasure, the sound a woman gives off when living a cunnilingual experience. We were sharing our desires over the phone. Her tone was alluring, as I heard her moans with every word I broke in the climaxing seconds. There are no words for what happened that night over my airtime (good thing she’s Vodacom).
Even if it was over the phone, it meant more than what other people do in a orgy stimulating chat room filled with the models of Victoria’s Secret. We still had a true line of conversation. In reality, Mxit sucks transsexual cock when it comes to intimacy.
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