agentmpmorgan:

forgerextraordinaire:

[text] touché. i do wish you were here. as good as an image of you to wank is, s’nothing like the real thing.

[text] well it’s your fault you impatient little bastard. I can be over after work tonight of you can handle waiting.

[text] my fault, huh? thinking its your fault for being so bloody tempting. and i’m not sure i can wait. you can’t slip away for a bit for lunch or something?