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16 Mayıs 2023, 23:41
I'm restless tonight, terribly restless, my body aching for something I can't have. You're out of town, and although I understand why, I curse you for it in this moment when I want you, need you so keenly. I crawl into the cool sheets of our bed trying to sleep, but that oblivion is elusive. I watch as the hands of the clock creep slowly toward morning I give in to the desire to fantasize, to think of what I'd do with you-- to you if you were here tonight instead of far away in a nameless hotel room. The images form, soft around the edges, warm, liquid, and my body begins to heat. My hand slips down my naked form to find the tender places between my thighs that are aching for your touch, but I pause, an idea forming in my head. It's 1:00 in the morning, but regardless of the time I scramble out of bed to collect the cordless phone and the small pad of paper where the number for your hotel is scrawled. I doodled little hearts and flowers while I was talking to you earlier today--wouldn't it make you laugh to see them? I crawl back into the comfort of our bed, the wide four-poster was an indulgence we've enjoyed in hundreds of ways (including sleep) since its purchase. Tonight we'll all share a new adventure.
I dial the phone number of your hotel, ask the front desk clerk for your room. My body tingles with excitement and nerves as I hear it ring. You answer before it can ring a second time my heart flutters, hoping that in some corner of your mind you were waiting for this call.
"Hello?" Your voice is deep and rough. Just that one word sends shivers down my spine, makes my body ache to hold you.
"Hi baby. Were you sleeping?"
I can hear your smile even before you speak, "No. I think you've ruined me, I can't sleep without you." You chuckle softly, laughing at us both. I join you, my fingers stroking the receiver as if it were your face instead of just your words.
"I miss you so much tonight love," I whisper across the wires, and whatever other sundry technology connects us across the miles. "I've been laying here for hours thinking of what we'd do if you were here. How I'd touch you. . . all the ways we'd make love tonight-- if you were here."
I hear you quick intake of breath, and wonder for a moment how closely the images in your head mingle with mine "Tell me baby...tell me...what would we do if I was there?"
I smile at your words. This is why I called. What I wanted when I dialed your number. I close my eyes, let the scene form in my mind whispering to you, my voice growing deeper, more heavy with passion at the mere idea of having you...to touch...to take...to be taken by you. "I would have spent the afternoon setting the scene for us, fresh sheets, fresh flowers, candles, and your favorite wine. I'd dress for you? that sheer ivory lace nightie we picked out together not too long ago... the one you said made you hard just looking at it. (Your growled... "Fuck" makes the muscles between my legs clench in response.) Over the top I'd slide the matching robe, and I'd smooth on sheer creamy stockings knowing they're only purpose will be to give us both the pleasure of taking them off. When you got home I'd call you upstairs, sit you down on the wide velvet Beylikdüzü escort (http://beylikduzu.t2bro.net) sofa and strip for you.....to slow, wicked jazz... when I was naked, my skin glowing in the candle light I'd strip you too, trailing kisses over each new inch of bared skin. We'd share a glass of wine, me dipping my fingers in it...trailing them over your skin... licking it off..."
"God baby," you growl. "Now I'm sitting here in this fucking hotel room suffering the fate of a good imagination..."
I only smile at that, taking pleasure in knowing that my words arouse you, that you can see it as clearly as I can. I continue whispering, "I would take you to bed and make love to you... slowly the first time...drawing out every sigh... mine and yours...going to the edge pushing us both as close to it as I can without falling over..."
I hear the unmistakable sound of your zipper sliding down, of you wriggling out of your jeans. I know without asking that you're touching yourself now as you listen to my words. I join you in your exploration slipping my fingers down between my thighs for the second time tonight, barely brushing the soft warm nether lips of my sex. I can hear your measured breathing, maybe even, if I concentrate, the slide of your hand along your rigid flesh as the fantasy continues to unfold for both of us.
"Over and over I'd ride you, taking us both to the brink, just short of out of control, pulling back...and starting again...until neither one of us could stand one more movement, one more caress, one more slow, hot thrust without shattering..."
"You are an evil woman." There's a low grunt of pleasure following the words. I know the sound, having heard you make it countless times when it was my hand wrapped around you, stroking you.
"Oh, Yeah...," I whisper, my breath catching as I stroke my fingertips over my clit. You chuckle softly, knowing now that we're doing this together; both of us using the substitute of our own touch to ease the ache of not being able to touch each other. I giggle softly, " I may be evil my lover, but I'm good... very, very good. After I've pushed us both so far another stroke sends tears spilling down my cheeks, and your hands fist on my hips, your seed spilling into me...after you've cum deep inside of me, felt me shatter around you as my orgasm goes through me; I'd take you to the shower, covering your mouth with melting hot kisses as we washed each other clean...each touch arousing us all over again... until you were hard, aching for me... then I'd sink to my knees and let the water flow over me while I sucked your cock..."
"Fuckkk..." I can definitely hear you stroking yourself now; just the sound drives me on, my own fingers slipping into my wet sex, imagining it's you I can feel inside me. I can practically taste your cock. I know you can all but feel my warm wet mouth closing around you as the water spills over your shoulders.
"I'd suck it until you were almost ready to cum for me...again...then I'd pull back and grin... you'd growl and pull me up... push me against the wall...this time it wouldn't be slow...."
Our breathing is uneven now, our sighs mingled across the phone line. Both Beyoğlu escort bayan (http://beyoglu.t2bro.net) of us wanting, needing more. "No...it wouldn't be slow..." you growl. I hear your strangled moan that means warm sticky precum is bubbling from the head of your shaft.
"No," I pant, my voice thready as I struggle to hold off my own orgasm, wanting to cum with you, having so much more to tease us both with before we surrender to desire. "It would be fast, hard, desperate, and I'd scream, my fingers clawing at the slippery tile as you took me...(I do cry out, pinching my clit, reveling in your answering moan as I continue) "You'd fuck me until I was limp and begging... then we'd cuddle and kiss as we dried each other off...we'd crawl back into bed so I could feed you sweet, sliced fruit from a crystal dish. You'd lick the juice from my fingers..."
Our breathing evens a little as the lull in my fantasy allows both of our bodies to cool a little "Jesus..." You draw a deep ragged breath and I know your fingers have slowed slightly. I smile, my own fingers nestled deep in my sex, stroking minutely.
For a moment there's only our breathing and then I whisper, "Want to know the rest?"
You groan, "...Hell yes..."
You'd lick the juice from my fingers...then you'd pick a sweet juicy piece of a fresh peach....tease it slowly down my neck, your tongue following behind, licking the juice from my skin. You'd tease my nipples with it. I'd moan and arch my back while you sucked them clean...(I do moan and arch my back my fingers moving slowly inside of me as I continue to weave us both into the fantasy.)
"You'd trail the piece of fruit, then your mouth lower over my stomach, your free hand pushing my thighs apart as you moved down my body.....I'd spread my legs for you eagerly; you'd drag the fruit lower, teasing it over the soft lips of my sex as your fingers pushed them apart....opening me to your touch..."
"You're killing me, sweetheart."
I purr softly into the phone, your words making me smile, "...you'd circle the fruit around my soft pink clit, feeling it throb at even the tiniest touch from you.....your tongue would follow around my clit as it has followed the fruit everywhere else, tasting the mingled juice of the peach and my sex..."
You chuckle at that, your voice strained with need, "Would not have thought of that...since I don't need to add any flavor to the taste of you."
"You'd lap at my clit until I was pleading for more, then you'd look up at me and smile, pushing the juicy slice of peach into my slick warm center...your mouth would descend, sucking it out of me, licking the tender fruit out of my sex until I was trembling....my moans turning into whimpers as I cum under your tongue..." (I'm dangerously close to cumming on my fingers as I imagine your mouth on me, as I listen to your breathing and the now quite obvious sound of your hand stroking your cock.
"....God..." You gasp. I can all but see the way your hips arch up against your hand.
My knuckles are white where I'm clutching the phone. I can hear your slow whimpers now that mean you're close, as close as I am to letting go.
"You'd slide up Escort Bomonti (http://bomonti.t2bro.net) my body, your hands streaking over my breasts capturing and molding them as your cock presses between my legs, sliding back and forth along my slit, teasing us both...my hands, still trembling from orgasm will reach down to help, stroking your shaft as I drag the tip slowly back and forth along my slit..."
You hiss, a quick indrawn breath through clenched teeth, " ....this is so unfair...God help us both when I get home..."
I hear your words but I'm lost now, to the fantasy, to the feelings. I'm still telling you the story but it's between whimpers and shudders as I let myself surrender to the orgasm that's moments from crashing over me. I can tell from your moans you're not far away either, so I don't stop. I growl out the rest in a rush of words and whimpers.
"Over and over we'll do this, tease each other, stroking my sex with your shaft...driving us both crazy with the need to be joined, your cock swollen and aching, my pussy dripping, clenching with the need to feel you inside me... when you couldn't take any more your hands would go to the back of my thighs, pushing my knees up against my chest, opening me wide so that when you thrust forward your cock slides deep into me in one long stroke..."
You cry out then, and I know you're cumming, can imagine your thick, sticky sperm shooting over your belly, splashing on your thighs. My mouth waters, my hips arch as I stroke myself to join you, finishing the story as you pump the streams of jism from your shaft. "You'd slide in and out of me, the weight of your body over mine, my soft warm flesh rising to meet you as you fill me again and again...we'd both pant, shudder... our bodies...our sex so sensitive from our night of loving..."(We are, panting, shuddering, twitching as the delicious spasms of orgasm pour through our bodies simultaneously.)
"Our bodies so touchy it borders on pain, but we'd keep moving...wanting this sweet joining to last... not wanting to end the waves of pleasure that are running through both of us..."
"God lover," you pant. "...you have no idea..."
I only smile, still stroking my inner walls as they spasm lightly, after-shocks to the orgasm that has left the sheets beneath me damp and tangled. My voice is soft now, heavy with satisfied desire.
"I'd scream first.....unable to hold on anymore I'd shatter beneath you, cumming harder than I have all night....writhing...shaking...unable to do anything but whimper as you thrust deep one last time your back arching, a guttural growl rising up from your chest as you emptied yourself into me in hot spurts of passion... you'd collapse on top of me and I'd curl around you. We'd fall into an exhausted sleep..."
I purr softly, cradling the phone in my hand as I curl in the bed. My once restless mind is calm now, my eyes heavy with sleep. You're ragged breathing in my ear as you whisper how wonderful it was for you is soothing, so sweet I can *almost* feel your arms around me.
My eyes close as I whisper. "That's what I wanted to do to you tonight..." My soft sigh tells you I'm slipping away from you. You cradle the phone against your shoulder and whisper my name. "Sweet dreams baby." You can tell from my breathing I'm already on my way to dreamland. You chuckle to yourself as you hang up, pulling the sheets up over your body, having long ago slipped out of your clothes. Your eyes shut, your lips still curved in a satisfied smile as we fall asleep together.
I dial the phone number of your hotel, ask the front desk clerk for your room. My body tingles with excitement and nerves as I hear it ring. You answer before it can ring a second time my heart flutters, hoping that in some corner of your mind you were waiting for this call.
"Hello?" Your voice is deep and rough. Just that one word sends shivers down my spine, makes my body ache to hold you.
"Hi baby. Were you sleeping?"
I can hear your smile even before you speak, "No. I think you've ruined me, I can't sleep without you." You chuckle softly, laughing at us both. I join you, my fingers stroking the receiver as if it were your face instead of just your words.
"I miss you so much tonight love," I whisper across the wires, and whatever other sundry technology connects us across the miles. "I've been laying here for hours thinking of what we'd do if you were here. How I'd touch you. . . all the ways we'd make love tonight-- if you were here."
I hear you quick intake of breath, and wonder for a moment how closely the images in your head mingle with mine "Tell me baby...tell me...what would we do if I was there?"
I smile at your words. This is why I called. What I wanted when I dialed your number. I close my eyes, let the scene form in my mind whispering to you, my voice growing deeper, more heavy with passion at the mere idea of having you...to touch...to take...to be taken by you. "I would have spent the afternoon setting the scene for us, fresh sheets, fresh flowers, candles, and your favorite wine. I'd dress for you? that sheer ivory lace nightie we picked out together not too long ago... the one you said made you hard just looking at it. (Your growled... "Fuck" makes the muscles between my legs clench in response.) Over the top I'd slide the matching robe, and I'd smooth on sheer creamy stockings knowing they're only purpose will be to give us both the pleasure of taking them off. When you got home I'd call you upstairs, sit you down on the wide velvet Beylikdüzü escort (http://beylikduzu.t2bro.net) sofa and strip for you.....to slow, wicked jazz... when I was naked, my skin glowing in the candle light I'd strip you too, trailing kisses over each new inch of bared skin. We'd share a glass of wine, me dipping my fingers in it...trailing them over your skin... licking it off..."
"God baby," you growl. "Now I'm sitting here in this fucking hotel room suffering the fate of a good imagination..."
I only smile at that, taking pleasure in knowing that my words arouse you, that you can see it as clearly as I can. I continue whispering, "I would take you to bed and make love to you... slowly the first time...drawing out every sigh... mine and yours...going to the edge pushing us both as close to it as I can without falling over..."
I hear the unmistakable sound of your zipper sliding down, of you wriggling out of your jeans. I know without asking that you're touching yourself now as you listen to my words. I join you in your exploration slipping my fingers down between my thighs for the second time tonight, barely brushing the soft warm nether lips of my sex. I can hear your measured breathing, maybe even, if I concentrate, the slide of your hand along your rigid flesh as the fantasy continues to unfold for both of us.
"Over and over I'd ride you, taking us both to the brink, just short of out of control, pulling back...and starting again...until neither one of us could stand one more movement, one more caress, one more slow, hot thrust without shattering..."
"You are an evil woman." There's a low grunt of pleasure following the words. I know the sound, having heard you make it countless times when it was my hand wrapped around you, stroking you.
"Oh, Yeah...," I whisper, my breath catching as I stroke my fingertips over my clit. You chuckle softly, knowing now that we're doing this together; both of us using the substitute of our own touch to ease the ache of not being able to touch each other. I giggle softly, " I may be evil my lover, but I'm good... very, very good. After I've pushed us both so far another stroke sends tears spilling down my cheeks, and your hands fist on my hips, your seed spilling into me...after you've cum deep inside of me, felt me shatter around you as my orgasm goes through me; I'd take you to the shower, covering your mouth with melting hot kisses as we washed each other clean...each touch arousing us all over again... until you were hard, aching for me... then I'd sink to my knees and let the water flow over me while I sucked your cock..."
"Fuckkk..." I can definitely hear you stroking yourself now; just the sound drives me on, my own fingers slipping into my wet sex, imagining it's you I can feel inside me. I can practically taste your cock. I know you can all but feel my warm wet mouth closing around you as the water spills over your shoulders.
"I'd suck it until you were almost ready to cum for me...again...then I'd pull back and grin... you'd growl and pull me up... push me against the wall...this time it wouldn't be slow...."
Our breathing is uneven now, our sighs mingled across the phone line. Both Beyoğlu escort bayan (http://beyoglu.t2bro.net) of us wanting, needing more. "No...it wouldn't be slow..." you growl. I hear your strangled moan that means warm sticky precum is bubbling from the head of your shaft.
"No," I pant, my voice thready as I struggle to hold off my own orgasm, wanting to cum with you, having so much more to tease us both with before we surrender to desire. "It would be fast, hard, desperate, and I'd scream, my fingers clawing at the slippery tile as you took me...(I do cry out, pinching my clit, reveling in your answering moan as I continue) "You'd fuck me until I was limp and begging... then we'd cuddle and kiss as we dried each other off...we'd crawl back into bed so I could feed you sweet, sliced fruit from a crystal dish. You'd lick the juice from my fingers..."
Our breathing evens a little as the lull in my fantasy allows both of our bodies to cool a little "Jesus..." You draw a deep ragged breath and I know your fingers have slowed slightly. I smile, my own fingers nestled deep in my sex, stroking minutely.
For a moment there's only our breathing and then I whisper, "Want to know the rest?"
You groan, "...Hell yes..."
You'd lick the juice from my fingers...then you'd pick a sweet juicy piece of a fresh peach....tease it slowly down my neck, your tongue following behind, licking the juice from my skin. You'd tease my nipples with it. I'd moan and arch my back while you sucked them clean...(I do moan and arch my back my fingers moving slowly inside of me as I continue to weave us both into the fantasy.)
"You'd trail the piece of fruit, then your mouth lower over my stomach, your free hand pushing my thighs apart as you moved down my body.....I'd spread my legs for you eagerly; you'd drag the fruit lower, teasing it over the soft lips of my sex as your fingers pushed them apart....opening me to your touch..."
"You're killing me, sweetheart."
I purr softly into the phone, your words making me smile, "...you'd circle the fruit around my soft pink clit, feeling it throb at even the tiniest touch from you.....your tongue would follow around my clit as it has followed the fruit everywhere else, tasting the mingled juice of the peach and my sex..."
You chuckle at that, your voice strained with need, "Would not have thought of that...since I don't need to add any flavor to the taste of you."
"You'd lap at my clit until I was pleading for more, then you'd look up at me and smile, pushing the juicy slice of peach into my slick warm center...your mouth would descend, sucking it out of me, licking the tender fruit out of my sex until I was trembling....my moans turning into whimpers as I cum under your tongue..." (I'm dangerously close to cumming on my fingers as I imagine your mouth on me, as I listen to your breathing and the now quite obvious sound of your hand stroking your cock.
"....God..." You gasp. I can all but see the way your hips arch up against your hand.
My knuckles are white where I'm clutching the phone. I can hear your slow whimpers now that mean you're close, as close as I am to letting go.
"You'd slide up Escort Bomonti (http://bomonti.t2bro.net) my body, your hands streaking over my breasts capturing and molding them as your cock presses between my legs, sliding back and forth along my slit, teasing us both...my hands, still trembling from orgasm will reach down to help, stroking your shaft as I drag the tip slowly back and forth along my slit..."
You hiss, a quick indrawn breath through clenched teeth, " ....this is so unfair...God help us both when I get home..."
I hear your words but I'm lost now, to the fantasy, to the feelings. I'm still telling you the story but it's between whimpers and shudders as I let myself surrender to the orgasm that's moments from crashing over me. I can tell from your moans you're not far away either, so I don't stop. I growl out the rest in a rush of words and whimpers.
"Over and over we'll do this, tease each other, stroking my sex with your shaft...driving us both crazy with the need to be joined, your cock swollen and aching, my pussy dripping, clenching with the need to feel you inside me... when you couldn't take any more your hands would go to the back of my thighs, pushing my knees up against my chest, opening me wide so that when you thrust forward your cock slides deep into me in one long stroke..."
You cry out then, and I know you're cumming, can imagine your thick, sticky sperm shooting over your belly, splashing on your thighs. My mouth waters, my hips arch as I stroke myself to join you, finishing the story as you pump the streams of jism from your shaft. "You'd slide in and out of me, the weight of your body over mine, my soft warm flesh rising to meet you as you fill me again and again...we'd both pant, shudder... our bodies...our sex so sensitive from our night of loving..."(We are, panting, shuddering, twitching as the delicious spasms of orgasm pour through our bodies simultaneously.)
"Our bodies so touchy it borders on pain, but we'd keep moving...wanting this sweet joining to last... not wanting to end the waves of pleasure that are running through both of us..."
"God lover," you pant. "...you have no idea..."
I only smile, still stroking my inner walls as they spasm lightly, after-shocks to the orgasm that has left the sheets beneath me damp and tangled. My voice is soft now, heavy with satisfied desire.
"I'd scream first.....unable to hold on anymore I'd shatter beneath you, cumming harder than I have all night....writhing...shaking...unable to do anything but whimper as you thrust deep one last time your back arching, a guttural growl rising up from your chest as you emptied yourself into me in hot spurts of passion... you'd collapse on top of me and I'd curl around you. We'd fall into an exhausted sleep..."
I purr softly, cradling the phone in my hand as I curl in the bed. My once restless mind is calm now, my eyes heavy with sleep. You're ragged breathing in my ear as you whisper how wonderful it was for you is soothing, so sweet I can *almost* feel your arms around me.
My eyes close as I whisper. "That's what I wanted to do to you tonight..." My soft sigh tells you I'm slipping away from you. You cradle the phone against your shoulder and whisper my name. "Sweet dreams baby." You can tell from my breathing I'm already on my way to dreamland. You chuckle to yourself as you hang up, pulling the sheets up over your body, having long ago slipped out of your clothes. Your eyes shut, your lips still curved in a satisfied smile as we fall asleep together.