I had this email exchange with the sex-voiced Texan.
Me: Do you have a cowboy hat? You must have one, right? Never you mind why I’m asking…
Him: Of course I do…My curiosity is piqued… But I’ll just answer the question.
Me: Well of course you do! :D And cowboy boots right (that’s a dumb question isn’t it?)?
Him: I’m smiling right now because those questions are very particular. I should have some in my closet!
Me: *laugh* I want a picture of the hat and the boots, cowboy.
To be clear about the nature of our conversations so far: We chat around a range of topics: mostly we exchange audio files (that voice *swoon*) that keep getting longer and longer, he sends talking-head videos sometimes which I love, some emails. We’ve had one 4.5 hour (!) phone call. Our discussions are fun, exploratory, interesting, they flow well from one topic to the next, we laugh a lot. There is a lovely mutual curiosity, he always says something in our exchanges that makes me want to reply quickly (sometimes strongly), there is an obvious mutual attraction, some light flirting. No sexting, no D/s, just the pleasure of getting to know someone.
Those email questions of mine are odd. Not related to anything. What I meant by ‘I want a picture of the hat and boots’ was exactly that: a picture of just the hat and the boots, but I was thinking ‘When I get that photo, I’m going to come up with a pose I want to see him in while wearing those and ask him to send it, because… well… hot cowboy!’
This morning without further prompting, he shyly sent me some amazing-hot pictures of himself wearing jeans, the hat, and the boots. In one he had written a personal message to me on his face *melt*.
I just about lost my mind.
They are So. Fucking. Good.
I’m not sure if I love MORE that he assumed (absolutely correctly) where I was going with those questions, or that he then happily went and took the photos for me, or the photos themselves. Guh. All of those.