"Down For Me" Loon, Mario Winans
Time to myself. I'm in my writing space. Perfectly alone. Space heater running creating an orange glow mixed with red from my lamp. Heated throw draped over my lap, perfectly comfortable I may just fall asleep out here. However, hoping to hear his voice. Since I have time to myself I may as well use it by writing, thinking about the leap. Or possible leap. Fantasy. The prospect of a rendezvous seems exciting. "Call Out My Name" The Weekend Sitting here for a few minutes, staring, typing but mostly deleting. Nah, it's not in me tonight. I don't feel like writing. Instead I'm going to go back and read. Finish my Guinness while reading my previous posts. Maybe the early works could also help to inspire. Checking out for now. "Blackened" Metallica Mood shifted dramatically. I'm shaking. Thigh muscles trembling. Arm muscles, hands, my whole body is still vibrating. I changed my mind to not just read. Instead I started voice recordings of me reading. I made it to only the second post. He sent a message via snap asking if I was ready. Very daddy like is what popped into my head. I also thought, well good luck with me tonight because I'm not in the mood. Got situated. Popped my headphones in and a few minutes later he's calling. Can he hear my smile? I hear his voice and my face just reacts in that manner! I fucking bet my eyes twinkle too. Butterflies and yeah I smile because whatever thoughts I had previously, like doubt I was going to talk with him tonight, fell away like my panties want to do. We talk about everything, well he talked about everything. I would giggle when I would hear him say words like, 'tie up' and others that made me think of having sex with him. Two hours later I pipe up, "Yeah hey there buzzkill, ya gotta go to bed soon or check on your kid?" "Yeah, let me call you back in five minutes." "Please do." Hung up and my hand went down my pants. I'm leaning back up against the wall, legs bent and splayed. I'm thinking I got to hear him talk for two hours I'm good. I'm real good right now. A few finger circles on my wet panties, I'm thinking he might not call back so lets continue. The other part of me is thinking no, he'll call back. Wait, should I just answer the phone as I'm coming? Or drag this out to right before I cum answer the phone? Thoughts of him in between my thighs. I was already close. I stop. Maybe bust out the vibrator. Yeah, low setting I can edge myself; pull back just before I cum and keep it going until he calls. "Thunder Kiss 65" White Zombie (great fuck song) Yeah, vibrator won't work it's making me want to cum too soon and in my quiet dark writing room it's mood killing loud. No, slip hand down draw string pants. Panties are wetter. I'm more excited knowing I will get to hear him again. Another cum session. I'm getting close. Now I'm thinking I'm too close because the half second I hear his voice I'm going to cum. This time I want to hear him, as last time it was just myself because I didn't have time. Okay, slowing my circles, using less pressure; oh shit the lack of pressure is teasing me. Applying more pressure, slower circles; I think I can hang here for a minute. Think about the trees outside. It's cold. He calls. And I'm close. He knows immediately after I respond to his, "hayyy can you hear me?" Since I was already close, I've been edging for 5 minutes, I hear the sound of his voice, and a small moan escapes me. "Are you being naughty right now?" "Wait, what? What did you hear?" "I know you. I can hear it. Want me to join?" "ahhh fuck yesss, pleeease." "Okay I have to go to another room, it'll take me a second, don't cum yet." I push myself back harder up against the wall, re position myself to slow me down. "Okay, I'm close though, but I will wait." "No I want you to cum first. I miss making you cum. Fucking you quietly in your bathroom so your sister wouldn't hear." The memories again, rushing back. Telling him I'm so close, can't hold it back. I can hear his sexy breathing; I was wishing I was on top of him making him breath that heavy. Kissing him. I think he's close enough, and with that I let go. Multiple waves. Just keep filling me. Rolling waves making my thighs shakes. Jolts through out my body, I keep going as I can hear him now starting. Hearing him is making me wind back up, I'm still riding this wave but feel like it could be building back up again. His breathing slows down and I start to relax my body. Curled toes begin to uncurl, thighs loosen up, stomach muscles relax. The wave is waning. I let out a sigh. I tell him it would be difficult for me to be left alone with him in a room. I miss his hugs. I could be blindfolded and get hugged by 25 random men with him included, and would know without a doubt which hug belonged to him. It's getting late, I have to go and I know he's 2 hours ahead so I know he needs to go. I ask, "Okay so same thing next weekend, please?" He laughs, "Of course." "More Human Than Human" White Zombie (another good fuck song) And with that my moody uninterested in sex, or sexy thoughts, sexy talk, orgasms nothing, he manages through just the sound of his voice to not only change my mind but give me multiple orgasms. This is amazing. And he's not even physically here with me. Perfect song to go out on "A.D.I.D.A.S. "(all day I dream about sex) Korn because yes, all day today I will be thinking about his sex. until that flip- pull it to the side, keep it up and stay slow~
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