It began harmlessly enough; an accident, one we've all made once in our lives. You know, that thing where we mean to send a message to one person that's meant for someone else. Only the thing you sent was a provacative shot of your ass. And the one you sent it to was me.

That probably wasn't so bad. It's not like you were caught leaking national secrets, but with the way you were acting, in those panicked texts that followed, it as well have been. It was funny; or so I thought. The last thing you probably expected was an equally suggestive photo sent in reply. We're 'even' now.

And things cooled down. A few days passed, after that near apocalypse, an awkward radio silence. Back to normal. It's not like we talked much to begin with. Never had a reason to.

Until, it happened again. In the dead of night, randomly, another message. This one, clearly inciteful, and on purpose with an article of clothing less than before. I waited, debated on how likely it is that lightning strikes twice and decided, perhaps foolishly, to push the line. Tit for tat.

That's how it began. A strange game of strip tease tag played through the lens of phones cameras. A shirt off here. A hiked skirt there. A sexy pose. No words are exchanged about this. Not in text, certainly not in person. Actions speak louder than words, after all.

But it escalated and if I'm being honest, it was entirely my fault and on purpose. I sent a shot in my boxers while I was a little lot more turned on than I usually dared to show. Your response was equally spicy: a panty shot, a damp spot obvious.

As for me, I said come over. Show me in person.

And you did.

***

Hello, hello, beautiful people of DPP. I bring to you this humble writing exercise. The theme, like the title is "Escalation" or teasing. One of my personal favorite things is the build up of sexual tension and if that's the case for you as well, I think we could have some fun continuing this prompt.

Not exactly a slow burn, but I'd like to do more than straight sex scenes. A masturbation session that leads to some mutual touching. We wear less clothes around each other. We can discuss the finer details of our relationship. Roommates, co-workers, friends of friends. I'd be happy to include our own kinks and curiosities and scale upwards.

I hope my rambling has made sense. If you're interested, get in contact and we'll work things out to really good collaborative writing going!