“What are you wearing?”

Your bedroom voice flows deep and seductive over the phone.

The sound of rustling fabric tickles your ear, your mind supplying the image of me.

“My green silk pajamas, I’m fooling around with my laptop, on the couch.”

You stretch on the bed. We both know your beautiful erection tented the sheet at the first silky caress of my voice.

My turn to ask. “Is my sweet man naked?”

An agonized moan is your response to the naked lust in my voice. Knowing that I find you so sexy, so desirable, never ceases to delight you.

Admit it baby. You’ll love it when I write about how hot you are. How utterly delicious it is to fuck you.

Balancing the phone on a broad shoulder, you run a hand down your stomach, dipping under the sheet.

I snuggle deeper into the pillows. “Can you picture me lying on the couch, legs stretched out, ankles crossed.

The line has a bit of static. Your response barely audible.

“What am I doing?” I repeat your question.

“I’m running my hand down my throat, into the valley between my breasts. You know that little shadowy area where they almost meet?”

The air leaves your lungs in a soft whoosh.

“My fingers are tracing up and down my cleavage, and it feels so soft and warm. Just like when you undress me sweetheart.”

“But tonight I have to undress myself.”

“I’m undoing the first button on my pajamas. My fingers are dancing across the top of my breasts, ever so gently.”

“Can you hear the silk whispering against itself baby?

“I’ve undone the other two buttons, my top sliding down. My nipples are getting so hard from the cool breeze on my skin and from thinking about you gloriously naked, stroking yourself. Hoping I’ll let you come.”

“Droplets of sweat rolling down that bare muscular torso. Glistening. I’d love to lick them, to lick all of your body, slowly, delicately, sensually”…

The vision in your mind causes your eyes to grow heavy. They close as your fingers wrap around your engorged cock, slowly pulling.

“I wish you were here to cup my breasts in those strong hands. Feel the round weight of them, how soft and sensual they are.”

“You know my breasts are so exquisite, sweet one. So round and full. I’d love to have your magnificent cock thrusting between them. Coming all over my breasts and neck. So yummy. Licking your seed from my hot skin and then kissing you with your taste fresh on my lips.

Little whimpering sounds are all that are being sent down the line now. Your hand quickens.

“I love when you touch my breasts. Licking and swirling my nipples with your warm, wet tongue. Then grabbing a nipple with your lips.”

You hips undulate under the sheet. Precum stains the expensive linen.

“But you’re not here. So much I have to do myself when you’re not here Tyler.” I delicately cup my breasts and begin to caress them with light, circular movements. So good to feel the silkiness of my skin, its warmth.

“I’m tugging on my nipples with my lips, gently until they tighten in rosy peaks. Now I’m rubbing the palms of my hands over both of them. Squeezing. Caressing. Imagining your hands. Your cock.”

I hear your hips writhing into the bed. You are a man hanging onto the ragged edge of orgasm. You are beautiful in your torment.

“Please Susan,” you beg.

Despite your pleadings you take several deep breaths, willing your body not to betray you. You know my instructions to you were very clear.

I reach out with my voice, caressing you with my love. “I want you to come for me too baby. So very badly. But not just yet, my wonderful love. Soon. I promise.”

“Now just lie back and share in my orgasm.”

“Oh that’s so good. You know how I like to slide my hand down my stomach, reaching under the waistband of my silky little panties. My fingers running through the tight, moist curls.

There’s a simultaneous gasp. Our ragged breathing in perfect synchronicity. Across thousands of miles we’re still connected.

“God, Ty, I’m so wet…my thighs are so slick and warm with wanting you…”

You grit your teeth as you squeeze the base of your cock.

Hard.

Coming now would ruin everything. You are determined to be a good boy for me. To do as I wish. To please me in all things.

I lightly caress my legs and tummy before touching my silken pussy. The wisp of panties falls away and I pour a small amount of fragrant cinnamon oil on my mound, the excess dripping down my outer lips. Lightly massaging my folds, I take my time, delighting in the wonderfully erotic sensations.

My own voice begins to pant with desire as I pluck and strum my clit. “I’ve got three fingers inside, as far as they’ll go. Do you feel that Ty? I wish it was your cock and not my fingers fucking me. Don’t you my darling?

God, it’s so good…”

“I’m pretending you’re inside me, so deep, so very deep… ohhh, you feel so good. My pussy embracing your cock… so tight, so wet, so hot…”

You momentarily drop the phone and reach down to squeeze your tortured balls. Your orgasm is roiling at the base of your spine as you listen to my gasping sobs and cries of delight and pleasure.

“Tyler… you’re going to make me come… fuck, I’m going to come so hard…”

“I’m coming, I’m com…”

The somber dial tone washes over you like a bucket of ice water. You frantically try to call back, but there is no connection.

Phone service in Eastern Europe can on occasion be unreliable.

Poor baby.

Your broad shoulders sag as you pray the hotel gym is open at this hour to work off the edge. That erotic tension wracking your body. Then you’ll come back to your room to see if your wireless can get an internet connection.

A thought crosses your mind as you dial up my blog.

You’ve been so obedient. So impossibly sweet in your submission.

Maybe, just maybe, I’ve written you a little story.

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