Call Me

They’d always been friends and whenever they’d talk on the phone his voice would give her a little chill down the spine. If she’s honest she would admit she gets a little wet when he gets sleepy and his southern drawl comes out to play and she purposely keeps him on the phone a little bit longer so she can hear it and imagines what it would be like whispering in her ear next to her in her bed.

They’d always just been friends but when they hang up she can’t help it, that voice has pushed her past reason and she has to have relief. She masturbates alone thinking of him and cums screaming his name.

On their most recent call things changed, he flirted with her a little too much. He pushed things a little too far. He’s very good with his words and obviously understands women love to be talked to. She  doesn’t know if he was quite ready for what was waiting for him though. She’s also very good with words and even better with expressing herself when she’s pleased.

His deep southern accent thickened when he told her how much he wanted to fuck her, how he wanted to claim her, to call her his. He told her he wanted to mark her. He said he wanted no other man to even think about taking her. He wanted her to understand that she was his now and he would be hers. There would be no question as to where she belonged now.

He was in complete commanding control while he described to her how he would go down on her and how much he would enjoy pleasing her in every single way imaginable. He described to her gently how he would take her ass and she would enjoy it. She explained to him her idea of the perfect blow job and he finally began to lose control.

He had her panting and crying out for him several times throughout their call with just three words “cum for me”,  he told her she was his and called her his baby, his good girl exhausting himself three times during the course of their play.

Floating on a haze of euphoria she completely lost count of how many times he pleased her. She knows she felt boneless and ecstatic at the same time, like she could take on the world and not care about a single thing in her way. This man took her higher than any drug she’d ever had and she wanted more.

She lay there with her body vibrating, pussy throbbing, phone next to her just listening to him breathe and he voices what she’s thinking “is it odd that I’m okay just laying here listening to you breathe?” and she knows it’s right. She can’t seem to say goodnight.

So she says “Call Me”.

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Published by: allinduetime1

Beginning to write again after several years of being in the corporate world. A few of my posts are old stories I wrote in high school or earlier. Most are new. I like to write emotionally. I like to write things that are close to me or hit hard for me at different moments. I write everything, anything, whatever comes to mind. Some stories are true, some are fantasy. Mostly, I write for me, so that I'm relevant to me, so that I remember. Feel free to let me know what you think. I love feedback.

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