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The Call... The Call... I sat, patiently, waiting for the phone to ring. It had been too long since we had been able to see each other and we had a date. Not one of those instant gratification Skype dates. But a good, old, use-your-words, phone call. My fingers nervously tapped the plastic of the phone as my high heels drummed anxiously against the lounge I was sitting on. Why had I even gotten dressed up when I knew he couldn’t see me? Call me old-fashioned, but I always wanted to look nice for him. When it came to this man, I just wanted to put in the extra effort. The phone rang and my heart started to race. It took two more rings before I had calmed myself enough to answer. “Hello?”, my voice was low and breathy, the sexpot voice of mine I knew men liked. “There she is.” Relief was evident in his tone, which only further excited me. “It’s been too long since I’ve heard you, kitten.” I sighed slightly and twisted the phone cord around my manicured fingers, “I’ve missed you, too.” A slow burn spread over my body, a fever flushing over my skin while we continued to talk. The low timbre of his voice was one of the best aphrodisiacs in the world for me. “Tell me what you’re wearing, in detail.”, he commanded. It was simple and direct and enough to cause me to lay back and stretch out my long legs in front of me. I glanced down at my body, knowing he was going to enjoy this. “Well,” I paused just for anticipation purposes, “my hair is curled and down. Just how you like it. My lips are painted cherry red because that color always makes me feel sexy.” I slid my tongue across my lips slowly, as if to tease someone that wasn’t even there to see. My other hand reached to my décolletage, rolling my necklace between my fingers. “I have on my pearls because you know, I love a beautiful pearl necklace.” I heard a low growl come from his end of the line after that one. My fingertips loosed against the pearls and brushed against the plump skin of my breasts. Tenderly, they made their way further south. “My lingerie is a white, satin nightie.” I sighed, just slightly, as my hand smoothed over my stomach and hips. “I like how it feels so silky, smooth, and cool against my warm skin.” “I bet you do.”, he replied with a rasp. My hand found it’s way to my thigh and rubbed against the outer portion of it. One of my legs rubbed against the other one, just like a bow on the strings of a violin. “I’ve got on red high heels and that gold anklet you bought me. My legs look so long and feminine.” His breathing sped up, catching that I had intentionally skipped a section. “I do love those gorgeous stems of yours, Kitten, but I think you forgot something. What’s under that nightie?” His voice sounded like he was under the influence, each sentence becoming more and more of a struggle. My fingers slowly moved their way up the inside of my thigh, towards my hidden center. “Mmmmm… nothing.”, I paused just as I caressed the edge of my lips. “I didn’t want to make a mess.” “Fuck.”, he exhaled. “You’re such a good girl. I bet you’re already pretty messy, aren’t you?” My fingers dipped in slightly as if to test the waters for him, and a moan escaped my throat. “I am.” “Play with that pretty pussy for me, darling.”, he ordered. I obeyed, my fingers exploring around my slickness, while I whimpered and sighed in his ear. He loved my sounds. Always had. I rubbed circled around my swollen clit, my back arching from pleasure. My long fingers dipped inside, pushing against my walls as my breaths quickened. His voice directed me from the receiver. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” I was getting frantic now. Right on the edge of tipping over, but not wanting to do so without permission. “Cum for me, Kitten. That’s exactly what I want to hear. Let me hear how good you’re making that pussy feel, right now!” I lost all language and my hand rubbed against my clit furiously. All of my words were indecipherable, chaotic moans of lust. Finally, with one final cry of ecstasy, I came ravenously against my fingers. My breathing slowly returned to normal as I lay there spent, my head resting on the phone. “Oh, my God.” A soft chuckle came over the line, “Feel better now, Love?” “Mmhmm.” I purred. “Now, can you tell me about your day?”. daughterofaphrodite~  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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8/22/2022 8:52 am |
I miss landlines.
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Nice selection, M, and very appropriate photo.  It brings back fond memories of the only time I ever tried a prolonged phone-sex relationship. Unfortunately, it didn't last, and it helped convince me that long-distance relationships aren't for me, but I have to admit it was fun while it did.
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well written and hot
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one has to love your submissions here.
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"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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