This is generally how sexting goes for me:
I don’t find it sexy at all, especially when an absolute stranger wants to engage in textual acts with me.
The most intense sexting experience I’ve ever had was in the summer of 2012. I had just returned from my annual trip to Outside Lands, a music festival in San Francisco. A short and tattooed Los Angeles native somehow got a phone number out of me and proceeded to text me when I got home to LA, where I was spending the summer before my senior year at Penn.