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"If you lived with me, you wouldn't be up at 1:30."
His voice spoke to me through the telephone, warm, soft and sensual. I had
just told him of my rather lonely Friday night adventures in the writing
of an essay on political ideology at ungodly hours in the early morning.
"You know what I mean, don't you?"
"Mmm-hmmm," I replied, glad to see that he seemed to be in an amorous
mood. I had been melting with sheer desire ever since I'd spoken to him
several hours before. Now it was eleven P.M. and I wanted him even more.
He'd just informed me that he was laying on his bed, watching TV, stark
naked. All sorts of visions, generally involving me joining him there,
were running through my mind.
"I think I'd probably have exhausted you, and I think you'd be sound
asleep next to me. Of course, you could do whatever you wanted, if you
wanted to be sitting at the computer typing. But I don't think that's what
you'd want to be doing."
"No, it isn't," I agreed. More than anything, I just wanted to be near him
then, at that precise moment. I didn't want him to be in Massachussetts
and me in New Jersey. I wanted him to be here or me to be there.
"You know, I'm thinking about taking all your clothes off right now.
Wouldn't that be nice?" I quickly agreed that yes, it would be
verrr-rrr-rrry nice. "And I'm thinking about rubbing my hard cock all over
your inner lips. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes," I murmured, somewhat breathlessly. I could tell from the slight
drop in his voice that he was entering extremely erotic territory and that
he was taking a very eager me with him. I was shedding my pajamas quite
quickly.
"I'm laying here with a nine-inch throbbing hard erection now. It's
jutting up, just begging to be rubbed all over your inner lips and your
clitoris, straight from your perineum to your clitoris, up and down, up
and down..." His voice was all gentle murmurs and whispers by now. "Mmmm,
yes, I'd rub it all over your pussy, all over your silken hairs and your
velvety skin. My cock is so hard now, aching to be inside you, to fill
you, it's like a steel rod, hard warm flesh, all for you. At the same time
I'd kiss your lips and your neck..."
I was moaning softly and lightly teasing one nipple, and then my clitoris
with my free hand, completely immersed in his erotic vision. I was
dripping wet. My body called out to his to satisfy me.
"Just then the phone rings, and you reach over to answer it. You're
sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to deal with the business the call
is about, and wanting to return to me. I'm sitting behind you, and rubbing
my cock all over your back, and your neck, and your arms, over the back of
your ribs and the sides of your breasts, under ypur arms, in your armpits.
I'm marking you with my scent, marking you as my woman....I'm putting some
oil on the tip f my cock and rubbing it on the front of you, your belly,
your breasts...You're finding it impossible to concentrate on the
conversation, you don't want to concentrate. You hang up as soon as
possible. I leave the phone off the hook. No more interruptions tonight."
I never knew that any set of two people could be this tuned in to each
other's desires. I never had a lover so intensely erotic, so deeply
loving. I never knew there could be such a meeting of minds and bodies and
hearts.
"And I roll you over and start kissing you all over, kissing your breasts,
suckling on your nipples, darting my tongue all around..." My nipples were
standing up, hard like little pebbles as he continued on. I wet my finger
in my mouth and traced around the puffy pink aureolae. My mind told me my
fingers were his tongue. I was drifting in a world of desire. "...all over
your nipples, suckling and licking and kissing your delicious soft
breasts. Then I'd walk around to the side of our bed, where your mouth is,
and I usualy don't want this, but I'd ask you to suck my cock. Would you
do that for me?"
He was really asking. It was amazing that he was so unsure of himself. If
I'd said "no", he would have continued. But I had no intention of saying
no. I was hungry for his cock, hungry for him. My only regret was that he
was not here, that I couldn't lick and suck on his magnificent cock for
real. "Yes, ohhhh, yes!" I replied enthusiastically.
"You'd lick up and down the shaft, covering me with your wet tongue, and
you'd put the head inside your mouth. And you'd lick and suck on me--oh,
that feels so fucking great, oh love--"
"I'd run my tongue all over your cock, I'd suck you in like I couldn't get
enough of you, my warm moist mouth caressing and enveloping your hard,
gorgeous, throbbing cock, mmmm, honey--"
"Ohhh, my love, I've got to pull out, roll back on the bed, over you, I'm
kissing your face, from your hairline down to your eyelids, to your
eyebrows, to your cheeks and your chin and your nose and your lips,
kissing you deeply and passionately, back to your breasts and down, down
to your belly-button, continuing inexorably down until I reach your silken
hairs. I part your lips with my tongue and start to return the favor,
sucking on your clitoris, licking up and down your lips, opening you with
my tongue, spreading your hot lips, parting your folds with my tongue, and
I want to get my tongue inside you, in all your inner folds, I've built up
a lot of muscles in my tongue from kissing you, darling, licking at all
your inner folds inside your vagina with my tongue, oh God honey, I have
to be inside you...I crawl up and start kissing your neck, licking to your
ears...at the same time I'm entering you--ohhh, so hot and moist and
tight, sooo good, I just have to be inside you--I must have you, I love
you, I need you, my heart belongs to you, oh my love..."
"Mmmm, honey, I love you too..need you too...belong to you...want you so
much.." I picture him above me, his face, his eyes on mine, my hands
running over his back.
"And you slide up a little so I'm inside you all the way, you're taking my
whole length, I'm so big I'm touching the entrance to your uterus... your
legs wrap around me and we're fucking and it's so right that we're fucking
because we fit together so well, like we were created to fuck each
other...mmm, love, so fucking good...."
And for minutes, all that can be heard are low guttural moans and soft
wailing cries and deep wild grunts and then my fluttering scream and his
groans of contentment as we cum. Then deep, heavy breathing and sighs of
contentment.
"Oh, honey, I'm still hard. I'm glad because my cock has got a lot of work
to do, making you cum as much as possible. I love being inside you. I can
feel our secretions begin to trickle out over my balls...your delicious
pussy is so welcoming and warm and soooo moist...I pull you up so we're
sort of sitting on each other, still fucking nice and slow..you move your
hips in a circular motion so we're grinding against each other..I take
some warm almond oil and put my arms around you and start to rub it all
over your back, massaging you as I fuck you..the back of you is covered
with the oil from my hands, the front of you is covered with the oil from
my cock, I'm holding your slick body and I pull you in for a deep, long
kiss and oh God, love, I love fucking you...fucking you..fucking
you....I'm gonna cum again!!!"
I love listening to him cum. I could listen to those supremely erotic
noises he makes all day.
"Now I want to lick your ass...I roll you over and spread your cheeks,
licking all along the crack, licking up and down, up and down, all around
your little rosebud hole, down to your perineum and back up to your
asshole, I'm riming you, licking all over it, plunging my tongue in deep,
past the sphincter, as deep as I can...I want to rim you thoroughly to
show you how much I love you..I lick all inside you, ohhh YES, and then I
kiss your buttocks all over, every available inch of flesh I kiss and
lick, ohhh, my cock is throbbing again, I slide it all over your buttocks
and in your crack and I want to take you there but I know you aren't
ready, so I plunge into your pussy from behind deep and hard deep and hard
in and out in and out holding you to me, reching around, feeling your
belly and your breasts, reaching around and playing with your clitoris,
pulling on it, rubbing it, rubbing up and down it like it's a little
penis, like it's a little erect penis, and ohhh, it is erect...."
I am in some kind of sexual haze and just start cumming and cumming and
not stopping, him continuing his detailed description of just how he's
fucking me and just what he's doing to my hard throbbing clit. I soon hear
the sounds of him joining me in a stupendously shattering orgasm. When I
return to earth, he asks me if I'm satisfied. The answer is, of course, a
resounding "yes!!!"
"I'm not done...I want to go down on you. I slide down your body. I want
to lick out all of our combined secretions, your cum and my cum combined,
I'm thrusting my tongue deep inside you, licking your folds, suckling you,
placing my lips inside your labia, devouring you. Oh darling, your pussy
is sooo delicious, so good. I just love this, this is my favorite thing in
the world, I want to bury my whole face inside you, ohhh, I want to eat
you dry. I'm using my fingers, gathering up some of your sweet, delicious
nectar and rubbing it over my chest, and I get some more and rub it all
over my face, and some more over my arms, and in my armpits. I want you to
mark me with your scent, so that everyone can tell that I'm your man. I'd
want to go out in public like this and everyone who came near me could
tell that we had been together, that I belonged to you. And all day I
could smell it and it would remind me of tonight..."
I was melting at his soft, erotic words. My body craved one thing--him. I
think we could stay in bed together for our entire lives and derive
sustenance solely from each other.
"I'd reach over to the drawer and pull out our vibrator and run it over
your hard little nipples and then place it on your clitoris at just that
certain angle that you love..." I'm following his words with my own
vibrator at this point, feeling so good, so awash in sheer eroticism. "You
can feel the vibrations running through your hard little clitoris, all
over your erotic center, throughout your body, you can feel the vibrating
sensations, at the same time I'm suckling and licking at your pussy,
fucking you with my tongue, licking at all your delicious moist folds, I
can feel the tension as you near orgasm, as you get more and more excited
I can feel it all in my tongue, all the vibrations running through your
body..."
I cry out. My body is trembling in my bed, I'm shaking, my vibrator on my
clitoris, my hands dancing over my body, cumming and cumming in a spiral
of sheer pleasure where nothing exists but him and me and our bed, where
I'm dissolving and unifying all at once, wrenching and quaking. I can hear
his voice..
"Mmmm, yes, I'm watching you as you're cumming. I love watching you cum, I
love the way your beautiful body trembles and quivers. I love watching you
cum and cum and cum, seeing you in the middle of your orgasm, at the
height of your pleasure, you are magnificent. I am just watching you
release yourself totally, let go of all your controls, just abandon
yourself to erotic pleasure, oh love, what a sight that is to behold as
you cum..." I'm slowly coming down from those ecstatic uncontrollable
flying peaks. "And what is the vision in your mind? Do you feel the many
hands on you? The hands and hands and hands and erect penises, men and men
and men all watching you cum, you in the center of them..they are only
there to give you pleasure...and then the vision clears and it is just me
in bed with you, holding you tightly, clasping your body to mine."
He has such a way with words, even in the heat of passion. I don't know
how he does it. I don't want him to ever stop. All I feel everywhere is
warmth and delight and absoute contentment. He murmurs soft words to me;
he knows I need to come down slowly. He whispers to me of how he loves me
and how he is my man, my man is with me, of how I am his woman, soft, soft
whispers.
"Thank you for sucking my cock. It usually isn't what I want, but tonight,
when you did that, it just sent a surge through me...I wouldn't have asked
if I truly thought you'd mind. I never want you to do anything you don't
want to, my love, never."
"Oh, honey," I replied softly and quickly, loving his thoughtfulness, "I
wanted to. I want all of you. I love your cock. I love your body. I love
YOU."
"I love you, too, my darling. I've fallen so hard for you. All I want to
do is be with you. The distance is unbearable sometimes. I'd be so happy
just to be inside you always. But I want to take you dancing, to dinner,
to movies and bookstores and lectures and meetings...I just want to be
near you. I feel so close to you now, it's as if you were here in this bed
with me.." I felt it too, it felt like a...connection...like we were
together. Rather like if I abandoned my rational thought just enough, his
arms were around me and his lips were at my ear.
"And then, by 1:30, we would be fast asleep in each other's arms. I am so
exhausted and I can feel you starting to drift off too...I keep caressing
you, ever so slowly and softly...you know in the morning I'll want to have
you again, but for now we can sleep, enfolded in each other's arms...you
okay? Call me tomorrow, love."
"I will, honey." I hated this parting, this breaking of connection. I knew
that he did too. Our voices were full of longing and melancholy and
simultaneously, satisfied contentment.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I heard the click and I hung up the phone on the bedside
table. I hugged my pillow close. I soon fell asleep, but not before a few
tears escaped my eyes, for the soft, squishy pillow felt nothing like his
warm, strong chest.
I dreamt that night that he held me close. |
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