The Peeping Sext

The only benefit to my crowded subway commute is easy reading of people's sexting once they get a data signal. Maybe that's not a benefit.

— Needles & Sins (@NeedlesandSins) February 12, 2015

Mais Oui

“textopornographie” RT @Liberationtech: #France Now Has Its Own Word for Sexting http://t.co/vDdvLwz7Fb

— Sean Bonner Ⓥ (@seanbonner) December 17, 2013

THE TROUBLE WITH SEXTING

"My ex-fiancé, who left me at the altar and broke my heart, sends me the filthiest sexts when he’s drunk, but they are interlaced with all this emotional, super-heavy shit, too. Like, 'I remember how it felt to be deep in your mouth.' Then a second later, 'I made so many mistakes ... can we start over?' One said, 'I’ll never love anyone the way I loved you.' Five minutes later, 'Must cum in your ass tonight or will die.' I e-mailed him recently and said, 'It sounds like you have some stuff to say to me? Do you want to talk?' and he responded with something totally detached like, 'Hmm … traveling all summer but maybe in the Fall?' It’s so confusing."

[The Cut]