0 comments/ 24965 views/ 1 favorites Long Distance By: F14Rainman Out of the depths of night she stirs, the phone ringing insistently. In that halfway state between dreams and lucidity she reaches for the phone, only half acknowledging it might be for real. “Hello.” Silence is her only answer. She swims up from the arms of Morpheus, wondering if it is him, hoping it is him, needing it to be him. The silence stretches, she thinks she hears breathing, she wants to hang up and stop the torture of the silence, but she knows she can never do that, that the chance to hear his words is too strong to resist. “Get on your Knees!” That voice, the one she waits for, the one that she always must respond to, sends adrenaline surging. She is instantly fully awake, every cell alive, the blood rushing to her nipples, engorging the lips of her bare pussy. She feels the dew of her arousal already forming. That voice. On her knees, her ass proudly in the air of her dark bedroom, her face sideways on the pillow, the feel of the sheets thrilling her erect nipples, she speaks. “I am ready” The voice commands her; she follows unhesitatingly. “My sweet girl, you know what I need, what we need. Take those long fingernails and trail them between your full breasts, down in that hollow as they sway. Let the nipples feel the enamel on your fingertips, the hard rough surface against your erect, warm flesh.” “Yes,” she cries moaning into the phone. Her hands have become his tools. She moans and writhes, but always keeps her head sideways on the pillow, and always keeps her ass high in the air. She gives herself to his instructions. Her body responds as she pulls her nipples...pinches them until she cries out in pain…keeps twisting because his voice demands it. The pain is so good…it shoots waves of pleasure down a secret nerve connecting her nipples to her hard clit. Her pussy responds…she can feel it fully open now, the outer lips swollen in desire, the juices streaming out already making her upper thighs moist. “Your ass, tell me what it needs!” “My ass needs to be spanked hard,” she cries, the last word melding into a moan of pleasure, as she knows she has been waiting for this. He gives her the instructions, her right hand flies down, SMACK! The sound echoes across the phone, followed by her scream of pleasure, and his moan. He repeats on the left side, then the right, alternating very slowly and deliberately, so that the sting is just fading as the next round starts, each spank raising her arousal. Her clit is aching now, her juices flooding. Each spank her yells get louder and higher, the pleasure more and more evident. His moans on the other side increase, she can feel his pleasure growing, pleasure that her response has given him. He instructs her to caress her ass, to ease the pain as the series of five hard spanks on each cheek is over. Her hand feels her warm pink skin, but it aches to steal between her legs. He whispers caring words to her, loving words, saying she is his good girl, and how pleased he is in her. “Now you may touch your pussy.” The words release her, she cannot hold back. She plunges two fingers deep in her drenching hole, her palm rubbing her hard clit. “Yes, YES, oh god, fuccckkk, oh yes…” Her words build in a crescendo, he begins to order, “Cum for me now, let it go now bitch…cum for me…!” His own words are broken, his breathing heavy, she can hear how close she is. She feels her walls start to contract as she pulls her clit, pinching it hard. “Oh yes, OH YES….FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!” Her words become a high scream as her orgasm hits her, every cell rejoicing in the moment, his own loud yell joins her, making her orgasm go on and on as she hears the pleasure that he is taking in her. As she starts to come down, her knees shaking, her breath heavy, he says, “You have been so good my pet. Your response to my needs has given me so much pleasure.” As he talks to her, his words soothing and loving, she caresses the velvet band that she keeps around her neck to always remind her of him. She softly sucks her fingers, tasting her juices, wishing it was his thick cock that she was cleaning instead. She is so proud of him. All too soon he says it is time to go. “Sleep now my pet, sleep and dream in safety, knowing I am always with you, caring for you, sleep.” Click. She hangs up the phone and collapses onto her side, and the night closes in once more. Long Distance She lay in naked anticipation, the sheets cold against her bare skin and glanced anxiously at the clock. It was time. The phone rang, and she answered it at once. "Are you ready?" His rich, husky voice caressed her ear and a shiver of delight worked its way up her spine. Her reply was almost breathless. "Yes, Sir." "Good girl. Now caress your breasts." Adjusting the headset Sir had brought her especially for these calls, She put her hands under the covers and began to run her palms along the soft smoothness of her full breasts. He listened with satisfaction to the rustle of the sheets as she complied. He imagined her lying there with her eyes closed, caressing her breasts and imagining the hands on her body were his. "Are your nipples getting hard?" Her body responded to his voice almost as powerfully as it did to his touch, and her nipples indeed hardened and stood out like pencil erasers at his question. She moaned softly and said they were. "Tell me." He prompted. "My nipples are hard for you, Sir." She replied, her arousal becoming more and more evident in her voice. "That's my good, good girl." His velvety voice answered. "Now pinch them." He heard her sharp intake of breath as she pinched her erect and sensitive nipples. "Harder!" he commanded. She pinched her nipples as hard as she could and felt the familiar shiver of pain/pleasure ripple through her body. She felt the evidence of her increasing arousal on her thighs. "Does that feel good?" he asked with a smile in his voice. "Mmmmmm yes, sir. It feels good." She told him. "Say it all." He commanded, "Tell me how it makes you feel." "It feels good when I pinch my nipples like this, Sir. It's making my pussy warm and wet." "Hmmmmmm and what else?" he asked. "And my clit is getting hard" and as she replied, her clitoris seemed to become even more engorged. "That's it, Baby keep pinching them. Make that pussy wet for Daddy." He listened to her reaction to his voice and her actions. And he pressed her toward more and more excitement. "You're being such a good girl for Daddy, I may just have to reward you when I return." He said silkily. "Oh, thank you Daddy." She almost whispered. "Now Baby, I want you to put the clips on those beautiful nips of yours for me. Put them on nice and tight." She reached to the bedside table and took the silver jeweled nipple clips and placed them on her erect nipples, as Sir had taught her. The jewels moved against her areolas and the sensation caused her to moan her pleasure again. This brought a pleased chuckle from Sir. He loved her responsiveness. He imagined her lying there wet and hot, dying to touch her now throbbing clitoris but awaiting his permission. "Baby, I want you to touch that hot pussy of yours now and tell me how wet it is." He directed. He smiled to himself as he heard the soft rustle of covers then the sound of her sucking her breath through her teeth as her fingers entered her pussy. He became hard as he imagined how hot and juicy her pussy would be by now. "Oh Daddy! I'm so hot and wet for you. I want you so bad right now." Her voice came to him. She closed her eyes and imagined him there watching her as she touched herself. She could almost feel his eyes traveled over her naked body, and it became warmer. So warm that she threw back the sheet that covered her. He waited, knowing that in a few moments she'd be dying to touch her clitoris, but she dared not without his permission. "Stir it up for me Baby." He said. "Yesssss Daddy!" She said as she began moving her finger around and around against the slick walls of her pussy. She worked her hips back and forth as though her Sir was inside her, stroking her. Her moans became more insistent and she drove her finger deeper and deeper, caressing the walls more firmly. And he listened to her moans and gasps his dick growing harder by the second. "Daddy may I please touch my clit now?" she managed to ask at last. "Caress gently at first, Baby, I don't want you cumming too quickly." He acquiesced. She did as she was told and fought the urge to pull back the hood and bring herself to a quick orgasm. "Slowly" he cautioned. She slowed the motion of her finger and hips. And her legs trembled at her efforts to contain the orgasm that was building inside her. "You're close aren't you Baby?" he asked, although he knew by the pitch of her moans that she was very close indeed. "Yessss¦..yesss Daddy." She barely managed to reply, almost incoherent in her lust now. "That's my good girl. Okay, Baby I want you to pull back the hood and stroke that big juicy clit for me. Do it now." As soon as she touched the tip of her swollen clit her legs began to tremble and her breath came in gasps. "Mmmmmm Daddy may I have permission to cum please?" He didn't respond right away, forcing her to hold back just a bit longer. She grunted with the effort of containing the storm that was building within her. "Please Daddy I don't think I can hold it much longer." She begged. But still there was no response from her Sir. He waited until he could imagine her trembling with the effort of holding back until he gave his permission. "Ahhhhhhh! Daddy please, please let me cum now!" She arched her back, raising her hips off the bed. A warm sheen of sweat coated her straining body and she rubbed her clitoris furiously. "Now Baby Cum for Daddy!" he said, knowing she was right on the edge now. The orgasm slammed through her body full force now and she moaned and gasped as it overtook her. His dick throbbed as he listened to her cum. How he'd love to be inside her hot throbbing pussy at this moment to feel those silken walls grasp and pull at his cock and to feel her give herself to him completely. Gradually she drifted back down to earth. "That's' my good girl," she heard him say. "Thank you, Daddy", was her reply. "Go to sleep now, and I will call you tomorrow night. Goodnight Baby." He said to her. "Good night Daddy" she said, her voice having that sleepy quality that only a good orgasm can produce. He hung up the phone, opened his pants, then gestured to the submissive kneeling beside his chair. She moved silently and obediently to take him into her mouth. Long Distance “… is still waiting on the final approval. Anyway, that’s enough about work. On a personal level, have I told you recently how much I love you? Your emails are getting kinkier and kinkier, I love it. The only thing more vivid would be a video tape, but I guess I will just have to use my imagination, (don’t worry, my imagination is plenty vivid) Well, I have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow night…” Carol re-read the email for the umpteenth time. Sitting at her computer, reading his latest letter, she sighed again in longing. Two months apart, and one still left. She leaned back in her chair and gazed around the room. The whole house felt emptier with her husband gone. She maintained her routine of work and school, but at night his familiar comforting presence was sorely missed. Almost finished with college, she reflected on her new marriage. They had only dated fourteen months before getting married, a surprise to all their friends and family. Their wedding had been rushed, followed by a simple and loving honeymoon, and then one month of solid bliss, before his work had assigned him to teach a training course across the country. Their sex life had been growing incrementally since their engagement, a surprise to both of them. Almost every week they had continued to experiment, and push the boundaries farther. The week before he left they had been fucking almost constantly during mutual free time. Carol reflected on their passion with a desolate longing. She wanted her husband, and she wanted him now. The latest email had caught her attention. The use of the word ‘video camera’ had taken her completely by surprise. Since reading it, her mind had focused entirely on the idea of making a tape for him. Several days had passed, and her reluctance to display her wild side had begun to ebb, replaced by a fascinated desire. She borrowed a video camera from her mother the next day. Once she had the video camera in her possession her thoughts began to spiral sexually. She kept imagining how pleased and excited she could make him, by exposing herself on camera for him. Earlier in the afternoon she had worked out the best angle. She had aimed the camera at the bed, atop the tripod, slightly zoomed in. After testing the clarity, she had succumbed to nervousness and retreated from the bedroom for the rest of the night. Now that it was nearing her usual bedtime, her thoughts began to dwell on the possibilities. She was finishing her dinner when she decided to drink a glass of wine. As she poured the dark red wine, she wondered what she was doing. She quickly drank the wine, poured another, and finished the second as quickly as the first. After fortifying herself with a third glass, Carol marched into the bedroom. She was about to begin her video letter when she was struck with a wave of self-conscious doubt. She looked down at her clothes, old jeans and a light sweatshirt. She ran a hand through her hair and frowned as it felt rumpled and disheveled. She stripped out of her clothes and hopped in the shower. After the shower she rummaged through her closet, wondering what outfit she should choose. She found a tight black miniskirt towards the very back of her closet. She smiled in amusement; it had been worn only once, timidly and awkwardly. No prude, she merely lacked confidence in her body to wear the eight inch black fabric with any semblance of pride. She impulsively pulled it on, choosing to go bare underneath. She put on a lacy bra, and completed the outfit with a tight red tank top. The bra covered more of her breasts than the tank top, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she found she quite liked the slutty image she was presenting. She went into the bathroom and began to apply make-up. She put on a dark red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, with the thought that it would look better on camera than in person. She teased her hair up, using hairspray and gel, to create a wavy appearance that she hoped would please her husband. Once she was finished, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. She was putting way too much effort into appearing sexy for a simple video letter. She walked to the camera and turned it on. She walked slowly back to the bed, swaying her hips slightly. She sat down demurely, and crossed her legs carefully. She smiled into the camera and began to talk. She talked easily at first, telling him about mundane life details. She talked about his letters, and about how much she missed him. She felt a little silly, because she was all alone, but she forged ahead, knowing that he would be viewing the video later. When she had run out of topics to talk about, she sat quietly for a minute. She jumped up walked to the camera. She stood in front of the camera for a moment, fear and embarrassment ruling her emotions, until she made a fierce resolution, and walked away from the camera. She approached the bed slowly, and turned to look at the camera. “The nights have been very lonely,” she said softly. She lifted her left hand to her stomach, and gently rubbed it. “I dressed slutty for you, hoping it would turn you on,” she smiled, and she turned around, giving him a long view of her from every angle. She looked at the camera for a few more seconds, and then walked out of the view. She walked hurriedly to the stereo they had in their bedroom, and put in a slow jazz C.D. She walked back into the camera’s range. She began to sway slightly, her hands moved up to her hair, and she ran them through, in what she hoped was a seductive manner. She turned to the side and bent down, running one hand up her legs. She looked into the camera and grabbed the base of her shirt. She slowly began lifting it up, exposing her stomach slightly dancing to the music. She lifted the shirt higher, exposing the bottom of her lacy bra. She pulled the shirt off completely and stared at the camera with innocence. She tried to remember every sexy move she had ever seen on TV or in the movies. She ran her hands over her breasts slowly, tracing the delicate outline of her bra. She turned around and ran her hands over her butt. She pulled the black skirt tight against her ass, accenting the curves, and she twisted forward and to the side. She turned back to the camera and swayed provocatively. She ran her hands along every portion of her body, and imagined him watching her. Carol was growing excited and the nervous feeling welling up in her stomach started to fade. She bent forward and pressed her breasts together. The strained against the bra, and she slowly pulled back. She rubbed her breasts longer, feeling the nipples press against the thin material. She smiled at the camera and turned away. Back towards the camera, she reached up and unclasped her bra. She pulled the straps off, and held the bra in front of her chest, still covering her nipples. She turned back towards the camera and let the bra slowly fall away. She stood still for a moment, feeling her nipples harden in the air, picturing her husband staring at them. She smiled, and brought her hands up to run slowly along the sides of her breasts. She moved forward and pushed her chest forward, giving the camera a closer view of them. Her hands strayed towards the nipples, and she gently brushed them with the tips of her fingers. She closed her eyes and stepped back, she began rolling her right nipple gently between her fingers. Her left hand continued to explore other parts of her body, moving from stomach to hair to neck, and back to her chest again. She switched hands, and worked on her left nipple, tweaking it to full arousal. She looked straight into the camera again, and wondered how far she should go. Carol was growing very excited with her own strip show. The idea of making her husband horny was still the whole point, but she could feel her own excitement growing as she softly played with herself. Her nipples were completely stiff, and aching for more attention. She continued to play with them as she stared into the camera. She glanced back at the bed and came to a decision. “I think about you, and about touching you at night,” she said to the camera. “I’m imagining you, wanting me, wanting to hold me, wanting to fuck me, wanting to play with me, and it gets me hot,” she said, slightly awkwardly. She blushed, her words feeling dirtier than the show she was giving him. “I think about what you want me to do, and I wonder if you want to watch me, watch what I do when I think about you,” she said quietly. “I want you to see me, I want you to watch me, I want you to imagine yourself here, with me,” she continued. She brought her hands down to her waist, her thumbs hooking inside of her skirt. She eased it slightly lower, and then farther. She pushed it down until she exposed the first patch of pubic hair. Neatly trimmed, she pushed the skirt farther, exposing her entire line of short pubes. She traced the patch slowly with her fingers, and ran her fingers along the top of her groin. She pushed the skirt down all the way, and spread her legs slightly apart. She moved her hands around her body, working her breasts again for a few minutes, and teasing other parts of her body gently. She brought one hand down to cup her sex, and she held the hand there, slightly rotating, feeling the heat already. She smiled into the camera and closed her eyes. She stood facing the camera, completely naked, and she let out a soft sigh. “I haven’t touched myself much,” she said, “but when I do, I think about you being here, about you watching me, and now you can.” She eased her middle finger against her slit and slowly began to press with it. She traced the delicate cleft with her middle finger, her finger gently brushing against her clit and lips. She brought her hand to her mouth, and slowly sucked on two of her fingers. She brought them down to her crotch, and began to rub them against her lips slightly harder. She felt her folds opening up, and she pressed farther down, until her two fingers were eased against her entrance. She toyed with it slowly, not inserting the fingers, but teasing. She glanced at the camera again. “I can feel your eyes on me, even though you won’t see this for a week. I can feel you growing excited, and feel you wanting me,” she whispered. She quickly moved back to the bed and sat on its edge. She spread her legs, and faced the camera deliberately. She placed her hand directly over her crotch and began rubbing carefully. She stared into the camera while she slowly masturbated for him. She felt a relief release inside of her, she was glad to be doing this, for him, and for herself. She picked up the pace as her fingers pressed harder against her lips. “This feels great, I haven’t touched myself in a while. I’ve wanted to do it, but I would rather be with you,” she spoke quietly, “this way it’s kind of like being with you, to have you watch me like this.” She spread her legs farther apart, and lowered her hand. She pressed a finger between her folds, and inserted it into the second digit. She teased the finger, slowly pulling it out and pushing it back in again carefully. She eased a second finger inside of herself and stared at the camera. “I’m fucking myself with my fingers now,” she said raggedly. “I wish it was you, I wish you had your fingers inside of me.” She picked up the pace and began rubbing her clit with her thumb, the hard nub of flesh sending tingles to her spine. She wanted to lay down, but was intent on giving the camera the best angle. Sitting on the edge of the bed, there was only so much leverage she could apply to herself. She compromised by sinking back onto one elbow, and raising one leg up to the bed. She carefully angled herself with her crotch directly aimed at the camera. “I wish you could feel how wet I am,” she whispered, and then repeated herself loud enough for the camera to pick it up. “I wish I could suck on your dick right now.” She tossed her head back, and pushed her hips against her hand, trying to capture the simulation of fucking. She fingered herself in silence for a few more minutes, until she felt her body start to respond, a wave of warmth and anticipation began building. Carol decided to go farther, and slowly sat up. She slowed her fingers, and then withdrew them from herself. She felt tension as her body pulled away from the impending orgasm, but she forced herself to stop. She looked at the camera and lifted her hand to her mouth. She gently licked her moist fingers, knowing how much it would turn him on. She made a show of it, inserting both fingers into her mouth, slowly and seductively. She walked quickly to her dresser and rummaged until she found it. She pulled out the six inch realistic dildo that her husband had bought for her, and moved back into the line of video. She held up the sex toy and grinned into the camera. “I’ve already gone this far, why not right?” she grinned. “Your cock would be better, but this will have to do.” She sat down again on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. She held the rubber cock out in front of her, her hands slowly tracing its length. She held the toy in one hand, her other hand working on her tight nipples again. She slid the toy along her thigh, and then teased her left nipple with it. “It’s not warm, like yours would be, but I can imagine right?” she looked at the dildo, and then back at the camera, “I can’t suck on you, but I can suck on this….” She brought the sex toy to her mouth, and brought the head to her lips. She pressed it into her mouth, closed her eyes, and began sucking on the sex toy. She imagined her husband in the room with her, being turned on by her exhibitionism. She imagined the sex toy was him, and she took the sex toy deep into her mouth. She licked up and down it’s length, turning to smile at the camera. After a few minutes of this, she turned to speak to the camera again. “I like sucking on yours better. I like tasting your cum, as you try to hold off. I like hearing you moan when I squeeze your balls, I like feeling you twitch,” she grinned into the camera. She moved her hand back down to her crotch, rubbing her puffy lips and looking at the camera with longing. She inserted her fingers again, and gauged her wet slit. She decided that with her saliva and excitement that she wouldn’t need to get additional lube. She brought the dildo down to her lap and held it against her slit for a minute. “I’m imagining that you’re the one holding this dildo. I’m imagining you, pressing it against me, teasing me, when you know I’m already so hot. I can picture myself begging for it, as you slowly push it inside, working me up. After you’ve fucked me with it for a while, you pull it out, and I beg for it, but then you replace it with your cock, and I cry out in ecstasy.” Carol pressed the dildo against her entrance, and she pushed, sinking the head in one inch. She gasped and held it still, as she adjusted to the welcome invasion. She stared at the camera as she pressed it farther, feeling her sleek walls adjust and grip the dildo tightly. She twisted it inside of herself, rolling it, feeling intense pleasure tingle through her crotch. After adjusting to the size, she pushed harder, and began to rock it back and forth. She lay back again on one elbow, lifting one leg up to the bed. She slowly fucked herself with the dildo, watching the camera, knowing that her husband would watch it. “I want you here, to fuck me, I want you inside of me,” she said loudly, her breath coming in shorter quick gulps, “I want you grunting, fucking me hard, pinching my tits.” Sweat gleaned on her chest and across her forehead, she cried out into the quiet bedroom with an inarticulate moan. “Your cock keeps flashing in my mind, I can feel you entering me, pushing deep inside, or forcing it into my mouth, making me take it all, I wish you were here, I would take it all, do anything you wanted, just so I could please you, and make you cum for me.” She increased her pace, the dildo sliding in and out of her with ease as she pushed it harder. She brought her other hand down and began gently rubbing her clit. She lay back on the bed, knowing her face was now out of view, but that her crotch was still taking center stage. “I’m so hot right now, I just want to cum for you, and feel you cumming with me, to taste your cum, or to have you cum on me,” she panted, fucking herself harder. She felt the orgasm approaching, and she pinched her tits hard, causing the pain to mingle with the pleasure. She felt the raw sexuality burning her body, and she moaned loudly with her eyes closed. “I want you to fuck me, I just want you to take me, as you fuck me, as you pull my hair back, listening to me cry out, begging for more,” she gasped, as she pushed the dildo entirely into herself, “please cum with me, I can feel myself there, I’m about to cum for you!” She rubbed her clit harder as the orgasm neared, the dildo sliding into her as fast as she could take it. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She whimpered into the empty bedroom as her orgasm began. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum for you,” she moaned into the air, and then her words trailed off into loud whimpering as she twitched on the bed. Her whole body shook once, as she buried the dildo inside of herself. Her clit burned and she cried out again, a wordless expression of pleasure. Her body burned, pleasure shocked through every nerve ending, warmth enveloped her, her face red with exertion and her body glowing with a faint sheen of perspiration. After long minutes of rippled aftereffects her body began to return to normal. She continued easing the dildo inside of herself, as she slowly came back to awareness. She still felt the burning passion, but it was being replaced with contentment. She pulled the dildo out of herself and gently massaged her outer lips as she sat up. She felt flushed and sweaty, and she smiled self-consciously into the camera. She brought the dildo to her lips again, and sucked at the toy carefully. She blushed, once again nervous at her exhibitionism, but knowing that he was always incredibly turned on whenever she tasted herself. She set the dildo down, and looked into the camera. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” she said quietly. “I wish I could give you a hug or something, it feels so weird to just say goodbye now,” she shrugged helplessly, “but I’m going to turn the camera off now. I miss you so much, and I can’t wait to see you again,” she paused and stared into the camera for another minute of longing. “I love you.” She stood up shakily and walked to the camera. She checked the readouts, it was still recording perfectly, and she found the small stop button. She visited the bathroom, and returned to the empty bedroom feeling extremely tired. She crawled under the covers and fell asleep almost immediately. The next afternoon she watched the entire tape to check its quality. She found herself fascinated by it, and didn’t cringe in self-conscious embarrassment until she heard her clear voice begging for his cock. After the tape finished, she gathered her nerve and sent the tape off, before she could change her mind. That night before she went to sleep, she glanced at the video camera in the corner. She grinned to herself, impressed with her own bold actions. As she began to doze, she tried to imagine how he would react. She fell asleep smiling. Any feedback or opinion is welcome and desired :) Long Distance She leaned back against the door with a sigh. It had been nice spending time with the girls, especially with the men away on a business trip that had turned into a weeklong all-boys bonding trip after the two weeklong business trip had finished. But female companionship is not what she needed right now. She needed her husband. No make that she ached for her husband. Yvonne Reeves made no secret of the fact that she loved and desired her husband. Her desires for him were immeasurable, which is one of the reason's she took everybody's key to their condo back. You never knew what you would walk in on with those two. Even his parent had quickly learned to call before coming over after the couch and then the stairs incident. Yvonne sighed as she headed upstairs to their bedroom. Trying to put him out of her head never worked, it only served to increase her need for him. She stripped out of her clothes and lay on the bed with a frustrated groan. She rolled over and picked up the portable phone by the bed. "Charles." She said her voice thickened, husky as she lounged across their bed. "What's wrong baby?" he asked, voice instantly tight with worry and tone mixed with concern. "I miss you." She sighed. "I miss you too." He laughed, "And you're horny." "Yes." She cried frustrated into the phone. "Me and Mr. Yardman are going to have to have a talk. These two week trips aren't going to work. How can we expect to have a baby if you're gone while I'm ovulating?" Yvonne groaned, "It's going on six weeks now. Six weeks without more than your voice to keep me warm. Six long weeks without the feel of your body pressed against mine. And while I'm adapt at foreplay and masturbation, I need more than that. I want to come. Good, hard and fast. Like I do when you're inside me." "And just what are you going to tell him?" Charles chuckled, "I can picture it now. You in his office, arms crossed, lips pressed together, foot shaking, demanding that I get less travel time so we can have sex." He let out a slow, deep breath. "I'm sorry baby. And I know it's frustrating but please be patient, just a little while longer." He paused, "Besides, one of those weeks was my fault. I could have come home, and I know how much we want to have a baby, but I haven't spend any real time with the fellas in a while. And with the boss sending us to this conference together, it seemed like the perfect time." "Yeah. No women. No work. No interruptions." She sighed, "I'm not blaming you, it's just that either he stops sending you away for these long trips or he'd better give you a few days vacation after every one." She ran a hand over her body, shifting so she could put the phone on speaker. Yvonne raised the volume slightly before replacing the receiver in the base. "Oh and why is that?" Charles said his voice thickening. "Because you're going to be tied to this bed for a week." Yvonne groaned. "I mean it Charles. It's never been this bad before. I can't take it." "I can't exactly fix it right now and I'm not exactly free to talk." "I don't care what you say baby." She spoke, voice low as she absently stroked her pubic hairs. "I just want to hear your voice." She said in a gentle tone that Charles recognized all too well. "Yvonne?" he whispered. "What are you doing?" "I think you can guess babe." She said. "Just talk to me. Hell just say the alphabet, you know what your voice does to me. I can come with just one word from you." "Really?" he whispered quickly exiting the room. He began to walk back to the elevator and go to his room for some privacy. "What word is that?" "My name. I love when you say my name." She whispered as she allowed her hands to roam her body, imagining they were his hands that were touching her. "Where are you baby?" "In the elevator." He told her, his voice a low, seductive whisper like silk running over her. His own desire for her evident by the rather large, noticeable bulge in his pants. "Oh." Her breath quickening slightly, "I've always wanted to do it in an elevator." "Yvonne." His voice a husky whisper as he made his way, quickly, to his room. He shut the door with his foot and she could hear the sharp slam it made and laughed. "In a hurry." She whispered. "Not anymore." He stripped out of his clothes quickly. Charles was grateful that the maid had already come that day. He pulled the pillows from under the covers and piled them up. He lay back against them with a sigh as he took his dick in his hand. "Charles." "Yeah baby?" "Make me come." Yvonne moaned. "Yvonne." He breathed as he felt his cock stiffen even more in his hand. He moaned involuntarily. "Ooh." She sighed excited by the mental image of her husband playing with himself. "I wish you were here right now." She spoke in a soft, low tone but loud enough for him to hear. Her voice was rich with desire, fuller as she told him what she wanted, "touching me. That it was your hands rolling and tweaking my nipples like you like to do." Yvonne's hands followed her words as if on automatic pilot. She takes her nipples between her fingers and rolls them as she has seen Charles do so many times. "Charles." She purred. "What else do you imagine me doing?" he asked running his hand up and down his cock picturing her small hand around it as she loved to do. Yvonne slowly inserts two fingers into her mouth and pulls them out slowly, she goes back to her breasts and plays with the hardening buds. "I wish it were your soft, wet lips licking and loving my tender nipples instead of my two wet fingers." She says in a low, seductive tone. "Touch yourself for me baby." Charles demanded in a thick, husky voice, "I want you to touch yourself like I would if I were there." "Charles. Oh God Charles." She breathed running her hands down along her body until she reached her center, her pussy. "I'm touching myself baby." She whispered as she stroked her clit and rubbed her fingers up along her pussy lips, "Now what?" she panted as she inserted one finger and then another between the lips and inside her pussy. Charles groaned and his grip tightened around his cock as the mental picture of his wife finger fucking herself came into his mind. "What would I do if I were there?" he asked his voice deep and desirous. "You would first play with my clit. Rubbing and stroking it until you had me writhing and thrashing. Then you would use your tongue and gently stroke my pussy up and down before sucking me with your mouth. And you'd play with my clit, flicking it and blowing on it while fucking my pussy with your tongue while I screamed your name." "Do it for me baby. Let me hear you." His breathing quickened and he could hear the soft moans escaping from her lips as she delved deeper into her pussy with her fingers. "Charles…" Yvonne moaned, "Aah baby… Aaah…. Aaaah." she said called out. "Ooh shit baby. That's it. Right there." She panted, imagining that it was his fingers inside her pussy, playing and dancing instead of her own, "I love it when you fuck me with your fingers Charles. Ooh God. Baby." "Aahh." He moaned, knowing that she was close, Charles quickened the motions around his cock. He stopped briefly to lube his hand with the lotion he had left by the bed on the nightstand, "You know what I wish." "No what?" she said as she heard him moan again. Yvonne rolled her thumb over her clit, moving it in gentle, slow circles. "Mmm. Charles. I love to hear you come." "My God Yvonne." He growled, a low guttaral sound deep from within, "What you do to me woman?" he said. He increased the rhythm and speed of his strokes along his cock. Stroking and running his hand along the shaft. Up and down, speed increased, "Ugh. Oooh. Yvonne." Up and down, down to the base and back to the head again. "I wish it was your hands that were going up and down my cock baby." He breathed, "I can just picture you hands around me and how you gently play with my sac before you take me into your mouth and suck me off." His voice a husky whisper. "How you caress me with your tongue, your saliva dripping down as you suck me with your mouth going deeper and deeper. Using your tongue to play with the head of my dick. I love the way you suck my cock." He moaned, "Ooh baby. I'm close baby. So close Yvonne." He said, voice barely above a whisper. "So close." He moaned, growling as he increased the speed of his strokes, "I wish I could feel you wrapped around me with me sheathed inside you and the tiny spasms that run through you before you come." "Charles." Yvonne panted, "Oh God Charles." She said breathlessly. With her thumb furiously rubbing circles with her clit, she inserted another finger inside the hot wet walls of her pussy expertly as she pictured his hands on her and in her "I'm going to come baby." "Let me hear you come baby." Charles said his sac tightening. "I wish you were inside of me so that I could slowly milk you to your orgasm as I come." She told him. "Yvonne." Charles said with a growl. "Baby. Please." His moan excited her and was the catalyst for her orgasm. "Ooh. Aah. Charles." She cried his name, as she is sent spiraling over the edge she writhed against the pillow and her other hand moves upward, caressing her stomach and up further, she pinches and pulls at her nipples. "Charles." She cried out again as she is sent over the edge with the final wave of her orgasm. "Yvonne." He cried as his sac tightened further and he spilled over on to his hand and onto the cover. "Aaah. Ooh." He moaned. "Baby?" he said finally after a few moments as his breathing returned to normal. "I'm still here." She whispered. "Basking?" he said, tone full and playful. "Yeah, though it's not nearly as fun without you." "For me either baby." He sighed, "Soon." "Soon." Long Distance Three weeks is a really long time, she decides. It has been twelve days since he left on his trip, and she was feeling pretty lonely. Twelve days, five hours, nineteen minutes since his lips brushed her cheek and he whispered "goodbye" that morning. She really didn't think it would be that big of a deal. A relief, she thought. She could finally work on the house the way she wanted, without him in the way, and do some... stuff. And, yeah, the first four days were filled with business and connections with friends and cleaning and re-arranging. Really nice. But her friends one by one all told her that they had their own lives. Not in so many words, but they made it clear that just because she had a relaxing break from her husband, they didn't have the same freedom. There were kids and volunteer meetings and all that. Her kids are grown, except for the one in high school whom she hardly ever sees. Frankly, it sucks. The house isn't all that big, but it is desperately quiet and sullen. She is used to him being at home because he works at home, so their lives are filled with their conversations. Since he's been gone, she is only able to talk to him in the evening, after his work is done. Why didn't she go with him? Whose idiotic idea was it for her to stay home alone? Oh, yeah. It was hers. Stupid. Now she just wanted to hear his voice. Now. She picked up her cell phone. The one she got on their family plan. She put it down. He wouldn't want to hear from her now. He's working. He'd consider her to be an interruption. Why did he have to go all the way across the country to do this work anyway? Stupid corporate sponsors. Don't they know what they do to families with these demands? She decided to see if she could take a nap. Anything to make the time pass. She flopped on top of the covers. She lay for a moment. She turned over. She closed her eyes. She opened them again and stared at the ceiling. She closed them again. She turned on her side. After a moment, she reached down and scratched her ankle. This just isn't going to work, she thought. Then she realized that her hand was still scratching, softly, against her thigh. Did she really want to talk to him? No, what she wanted was his touch. His breath on her skin. His callused fingers caressing her back and neck and legs and... She got up quickly and stripped her clothes off. She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her finger within her, touching...no. Not like that. She pinched her nipples, rubbing one while she searched for her clit...nothing. He probably has done this plenty of times since he left but she can't stir herself to even get wet. She bounced over on her side again and saw her phone on the night stand. She stared at the phone for a long while. She smiled a small, conniving smile. She lay there for a while longer, lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she arose and walked to the bathroom. She glanced in the mirror and saw her full breasts staring at her. I used to have such small, firm ones, but since her first pregnancy, they expanded greatly and never lost the extra weight. She wasn't sure he didn't like them better this way. He often told her that she was still beautiful. Although she never believed a word of it, she did note that he would often say this while glancing at her chest. Men, she grinned to herself. She opened the cabinet and found a small pair of scissors. She sat on the toilet and trimmed herself between her legs so when she ran her fingers through her hair it didn't feel like an untamed forest. After cleaning the mess, she opened the cabinet and reached for her favorite scent. A touch behind either side of her neck and a stroke between her breasts. She was feeling pretty sexy now. Almost ready for him. She walked slowly back to the bedroom. She realized that she rarely walked through the house nude, and she was enjoying the feeling of being exposed, openly sexual. She stood in the doorway, lifting one leg up and stroking it with one hand, as she glanced at her imaginary partner in the bed, "So..." she said aloud, "do you like what you see?" She giggled quietly at her silliness and strode to the closet. "Let's see," she mused, "What would you want me to wear? A t-shirt? Too confining. Although a tight one with lettering would give you a chance to stare...no, no, you cad! Let's be practical. A blouse. With buttons. White... that'd give you something to look at, huh? I bet you'd wish you could see me wear this in the bath, huh? Well, maybe next time..." She took the blouse off of the hanger and pulled it over her shoulders. She buttoned it up all the way and then stroked the underside of her breasts. Yep, it was sheer enough to see the nipples when the blouse pressed up to her skin. What else? Loose pants? Nah. I wouldn't feel sexy enough. Panty hose? The tightness against her abdomen would be nice. But they'd take too long to get off. Ah, a skirt. She chose a long one that looked like it was originally owned by a hippie. She wondered how many different men reached into it to touch the treasure it covered? As she buttoned it at her waist, she felt the fabric caress her belly and swish against her legs. As she walked back to the bed she could feel her heart beat fast. She lay on the bed and rested, just being aware of herself. Her excitement. She reached under the skirt and felt inside. She was wet now. She pressed her finger deep into her, and then sought out her pleasure... noooo, not now. That would ruin the plan. She pulled her finger out of her and righted her clothes. Then she turned on the heater beside the bed. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. She only needed to press one with the send key and it immediately rang on his end. She lifted the phone to her ear and placed her other hand at her face. She could smell her excitement. It was on her finger, which she had penetrated herself with. She imagined him looking at the phone, surprised it was ringing. Then he looked at the caller id and knew it was her. She giggled again as she heard him answer. "Hey, what's up?" Silence on her end. Did she really want to do this? Now that she heard his voice, she hesitated. "Hello?" She smelled herself again. Her breathing became deeper, and she forced herself to respond, "What are you doing?" "Not much. Just waiting for inspiration. Is there something wrong? You're calling pretty early." She chuckles. "I think you need to go to the bathroom." "Well, I'm oka..." "Really. You need to go. Now." "Okaaaay... but I think this is odd... are you feeling okay today?" "Not really. I need some encouragement." "Why? What's up?" "I'm in our bedroom. Laying on the bed. I need you to make me feel better." "What's the problem? Can we talk for a minute?" "You in the bathroom?" "Yeah..." "Door locked?" "Now it is." "Do you know that I'm wearing a skirt?" He sighs, exasperated. "I do now." Knowing that he will be pleased with the outcome, she persists. "What else do you think I'm wearing?" "Um... a shirt?" "What kind of shirt?" "A t-shirt?" "Try again." "Um... a blouse?" "Right, good. What else?" "What else you are wearing?" She could tell he was losing patience. Hang on there, honey, she thought, it will all be worth it. Soon. "Ummm, socks?" "Nope." "Then I guess shoes are out." "Right. What else?" "I don't know... a coat? A sweater?" She decides to drop him a hint. "Nah, the heater is on." "Really? It couldn't be that cold." He thinks for a minute. "Are you wearing a bra?" He hit it! She snapped happily, "Nope." "Underwear?" "No." She moaned quickly, almost imperceptibly. "I feel really, really bad. I need you. I'm waiting for you." "Now I'm waiting, too." "Don't wait. Take off your clothes, right now." "Now?" He is a little hesitant. "Oh, yeah." "Okay..." "And tell me everything you're doing." "Well, I'm unlacing my shoes..." "No, that is me caressing your feet and pulling off your shoes. Am I taking off your socks now?" "Yeah." He is getting into it, but it still seems a bit strange to him. "Now I'm pulling your shirt off." She hears a clattering on his end. "Oops, dropped the phone there. What are you doing next?" "I unbutton your pants, slowly... the next one... the next one... and the next. Then I pull down your pants. And your underwear. Are you nude now?" "Yeah, but the bathroom is kind of a mess..." "What does it matter when I've got my hands on you, stroking you? Are you hard?" He laughs. "Pretty much." "Good. Do you feel me touching you?" She can hear some pleasure in his voice, "Yeah." Good, he's starting to get into it. This could be a lot of fun. "I'm softly stroking your full length with one hand. Do you see me in my white blouse and brown plaid skirt?" "Sure I can." "My nipples are hard. You can see their color through the blouse..." "Looks good." "What do you do?" He hesitates again, "I don't know where to start..." "Just put your hands on me... what will you do?" "I stroke your hair and kiss you on the lips. You taste so sweet..." "That's the chocolate I ate before coming into the bathroom..." "Ah, that explains it. I put my lips on your neck, licking your skin with my tongue." "What are your hands doing?" "One is still on your hair, the other is unbuttoning your blouse." She puts one hand on her hair, and the other popping open the top buttons of her blouse. With her hands and his voice, she feels his touch on her. "I kiss your skin just above each button as I release them..." With her eyes closed, she can feel his warm breath against her chest, his lips caressing her. In the throes of her feeling, she moans," Ah, that is wonderful. I am touching the back of your neck..." He says, "Your breasts are exposed now." She opens her unbuttoned blouse to him, feeling the air brush against her nipples. "I kiss the left as my hand stroked your right." Her hands go to her breasts and stroke them, lifting them a bit roughly, even as he does when he is so excited he can't keep his hands off of her. She feels his soft lips tread upon her flesh. "Go ahead and play with my nipples..." "I squeeze your right nipple gently as my mouth covers your left breast and my tongue strokes your nipple and moves over your hardness..." Her one hand strokes her right nipple. The other fingers she licks until they are wet with saliva and then caresses the other nipple, hard under her gentle strokes. Her body stirs and she can feel wetness flowing into her vagina. He feels so good on her. "Oh... yes... touch me... lick my cherries..." "My mouth is caressing your flesh and I lick your nipple harder... I reach my hand to your thigh and pinch your skirt... do you feel it creeping up your thighs?" Her one hand stops caressing her breast and reaches down, pulling her skirt over her knees, rubbing her thighs..."Yes..." "Do you feel the air on your hips? You are exposed, your skirt over your lower hair...I get off of you and turn around so my leg straddle your chest and my face is near your wetness..." She scratches her thighs, up through her hair as he continues, "I am kissing you there... your thigh is against my cheek...." She gasps to him, "Climb on me... your knees on either side of my head...put your hardness upon my lips..." She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to receive him. "I'm on top of you, and I feel... feel your lips surround me..." "My hand grasps your length...my tongue strokes you, licks you..." "Open your thighs wide... I put my fingers on your lips there to open you up... my tongue slips inside you...." Her fingers spread her out as she places two wet fingers from her other hand within her, stroking her extended clit. "Oh, please... put yourself in my butterfly...yes... your tip is out of my mouth, oh! Now it is in again." "You taste so wonderful, salty, my tongue is gentle, but goes deeper..." She pushes her fingers in deeper, still stroking... "Stay there—don't go deeper... stay right there..." "Not deeper, my love. I must have you. Release me from your mouth. I'm getting up." She pulls her fingers out of her and waits for his instructions, panting. He says, " I rest upon you, kissing your neck...." "I love you... please, please... my thighs are wide open... ready..." "I place myself at your opening..." "I hold you...you are so hard... I guide you in...." Three of her fingers pass into her and she gasps as they rub against her clit. "You are so soft, so wet..." "I stop you at the opening. Your tip is in..." "But I hang there, feeling your inner pull...grasping at me..." "Come in, come in all the way..." "I accept your invitation. I slowly push myself in..." Her fingers go deeper, slowly, stroking inside her. "Oh slide in me...." "I push in all the way—do you feel me?" Her fingers are to the top of her hand. "Yes, yes..." "I pull out and push in again and you feel the pulse of me against your pleasure..." Her hand follows his instructions and she makes a small noise each time he speaks. "Oh." "Again." "Oh." "Again... again...again...again... do you feel it?" "Oh... yes..." "Again... push... again... push... push..." "Ohh...ohhhhh. Thank you, thank you, that is so good. I've gone." "I slow down and feel you stir below me. I feel you squeeze against my hardness. I kiss your lips and press my chest against you." "Thank you again... yes." After a moment, she regains her composure and realizes that her task is not completed. "Now, lay down." "On the bathroom floor?" "There is no bathroom floor. You are on the bed, laying down with your eyes closed. Are they closed?" "Yes, they're closed." "And you're laying down?" "On the bedclothes, yes." "Good. I place my pelvis over you and pick you up. Are you good and hard?" "About halfway." "Keep your eyes closed. I bend my chest down and place you between my breasts. Do you see them?" "Oh, yeah..." "I stroke you against my nipples and the fleshy sides of my breasts. I move it all around them, drawing an eight with your tip. You are the pencil and my chest is the paper, and you are drawing my breasts, they hang over you, and bounce against you, the hard nipple scrapes your tip and gathers your semen and rubs you with it... are you hard yet?" "Definitely." "Again, your penis goes between my breasts. It strokes a line down my ribs, into my belly button, down my belly, over my hair... and now I am right over you, my thighs open before your hardness and you see your penis disappear into me..." "Oh, your wetness surrounds me... oh..." "I am squeezing you—do you feel it?" "Yes." "I'm squeezing you again... and again... again..." "I must move into you..." "Squeeze... my breasts are hanging in front of you..." "I see them jiggle each time I push..." "I feel you deep in me..." "Oh... kiss me..." "I put my lips on you... you are pushing inside me... my breasts pressed against you...Oh, you feel so good... push in me again... again..." "Ohh, yes, that's right...." "Mmmmm. You feel so good." After a bit, he catches his breath and lays there in her electronic presence. "Well, that was amazing." "You like it?" "Yes. That was great." "So what do you want tomorrow night?" "Are you taking an order?" "More like, accepting suggestions..." "Wow, I never thought of this before. I suppose we could be anywhere we wanted, huh?" "Or anyone." "Well, that will take some thought." "I've got time. Let's talk about it." Long Distance Merlin I was playing around on the net the other day, browsing sites and talking to a few friends. Most of the sites were adult in content, also, I was spending time back and forth between a few chat rooms. Then she came up on my random chat. She called herself Linda. I liked what she said in her info. She was looking for someone that sounded just like me. I sent a random message to her and she responded quickly. " Hello....I am Martin...how are you?" " I am very well... it is nice to meet you." " So, what's up tonight?" " Not much ...and you?" " Just talking to some friends." " I hope I am one of them." " You are if you want to be." " Would you like to talk on the phone for a while...my dime?" " Where are you located?" " Australia." " That's one hell of a call." " Don't worry, I can call through my computer over the internet." " I don't have anything like that." " You don't need it, you'll use your phone." " Damn that's cool, it won't cost you anything?" " No it's great, I got your picture from myspace and I would love to hear your voice." " I would love to hear you too." " Well, I need your number." " Ok, it's area code (317) 555-6661, give me 5 min to get off-line I only have one phone." " Ok, talk to you in 5 min." This was great, I had never imagined that I could talk to someone on here, since I didn't have internet phone or any other phone program. Five minutes passed and no call, then ten. Just as I was about to give up and get back on-line, the phone rang. " Hello......." " Is this Martin?" A soft tender voice fills my ears. "It's me. Nice to be able to hear you." " Yes it is.... your voice is so sweet and soft." " Just like me.... You sound so strong,,,,,, and very sexy." I could tell without looking that I was blushing. I am not used to hearing this about me...at least not from strangers, OK, not from anybody. " This is really great. I wish I could set it up and do it. I really like this." " I love to hear the voices of the people I talk to...you can tell so much about them from their voice...I can tell that you are very serious... very artistic and very sad." " That's allot to tell just from my voice." " Was I right?" " Well...yes I guess...I do have a very serious side but I also like to be quite goofy at times.... artistic.. I play guitar and sing, a touch.. and sorry to say yes... I am very sad." " See, I told you." " You are pretty good." " I can be even better...I know what will make you happy." " Really...what is that? " You want me to want you...to be yours." "Well.. that would be really nice.....very nice." " Tell me what you are wearing........" " Uhhh.. a pair of sweat pants...and a tee shirt." " Mmmm, I am sitting in a chair and I am wearing nothing but a smile. Come closer and watch me play with myself." " Very nice...I wish I could really see you...I wish I was there." " So do I....I wish I could take your cock out and lick you all over...... suck you into my mouth and feel you grow." " I want to rub your nipples as you suck me....watching you finger your pussy. Are you playing with yourself now?" " Yes I started as soon as I heard your voice. And you, is your cock out, in your hand?" " Yes I am sliding my hands up and down slowly." " Pretend it is my mouth.. get it wet with your spit and slowly stroke... turning your hand from side to side as you do .. I have my hand on your balls, squeezing and massaging." " I can feel the heat of your mouth..... how wet you are making my cock. I can smell your pussy getting hot.. I want to taste you." " Taking you out of my mouth I tell you I want to feel your tongue on me.. making me wet." " Are you wet for real?..... I wish I was there to see." "If you were you could see how wet I am. Just waiting for your tongue. I want your hot breath on me. Taking my fingers and holding them for you to taste." " Mmmmm, damn you taste so good. I am moving around to the front of your chair. I watch as you place you legs over each arm of the chair. Open your pussy wide for me .... let me see the prize I want so bad." " I am taking my fingers and pulling the lips apart.. smiling at you and begging you to lick me...... Please Martin... lick my pussy make my cunt explode with your tongue." " Lowering my head between your legs I lick you from top to bottom.... teasing your asshole with the tip... sliding my tongue along your wet slit. Slipping inside, my tongue probes deep in your hot pussy. I suck on your little clit and begin to nibble on you." " aaaahhh... mmmmmm that is nice, I am getting there...Please don't stop talking. I can really feel you between my knees. Licking and sucking on me. I am soooo close... help me." " I reach under your ass and push my fingers into your ass and cunt hard....still sucking and nibbling on your clit. I want you to cum for me.... finger your hot pussy,,, put your fingers inside... Are you pinching your clit for me... tell me what you are doing." " My fingers are inside my pussy and one in my ass, I can feel you there... I am rubbing and pinching my clit.. pretending it's your hand. I can feel the orgasm building. I am going to cum...... ooooohhhh shit don't stop" " Hello, so what's going on... what are you doing, talk to me.. what's up?" " What's that... is someone there..... hello... aren't you alone?" " I don't know what it is....it's not here...." " It must have been something on the phone line... some kind of wire cross or something. I thought someone had walked in on you..... I could just see you trying to explain what was going on... *Laughing* " No not here..... that would have been too much..... I can't believe my luck.. I was ready to cum....." " Then you go back to rubbing that little pussy of yours and we will get back to it..... fingers back inside?" " Yes they are.....and I want you inside of me." " Do you have a toy to play with.... and pretend it is me? Something long and hard." " Yes... let me get it." " Ok.... I'll wait." I couldn't believe what was happening. This was a dream, it had to be. I've never had this much luck, ever. The wait seemed like an eternity. " Got it... and rubbing it where I want you to be." " Pretend it is me..... you have my cock in your hand and rubbing it across your clit.... feel me.... sliding up and down your slit." " oooh Yes That's so good. Can I put you inside?" " NO, not yet. Just keep sliding it along your wet pussy... slip the head in just a little bit... then back to rubbing your lips and clit ..... Talk to me." " Jesus Christ you have me so hot.... I want you in me..... I feel your cock pulsing against my clit. I have two fingers in my ass and you rubbing across my clit. PPPPLLLLLEEAAASEEEE!!! Put it in.... I need to cum so bad...... please, lover please.... I want your cock fucking me, pounding into my pussy!" " Take my cock and slide it in to your pussy....... slowly... all the way in. Then back out...... slowly.... all the way out....... then back in.... till you hit bottom.... Keep this up..... don't make it any faster.... keep it slow." " YES.....YES.... OHHHH DAMN YES..... FUCK ME SLOW...... MAKE IT DEEP. I... I...... I'M CUMMING ..... AAAAAHHHHH .... PLEASE ..... FASTER!!" "Now I want you to take your fingers and spank your little clitty, getting harder with each slap. Ok.... start to pick up speed..rubbing faster and stopping to spank.. you are doing only what I say aren't you?" "YES... only ... what.... you.... tell.... me ..... to ... do... I .... can't ...... catch..... my..... breath..." " Follow me..... a bit faster... always all the way in and all the way out...... then faster... when you are moving fast... then slam it in and hold it tight, as you do pinch your clit hard, hold it til you start to come, then release it." " OOOOHHHH SHIT... I AM CUMMING AGAIN..... I CAN'T STOP..... IT IS SOOOO GOOD ..... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! ..... fuck me .... fuck me...... I can feel your heart beating inside my pussy.... your cock is beating like a drum." " Back to in and out... this time fast and hard... just deep enough to make you feel it building. Is you finger still in your ass.....?" " Yes...... it.... is..... ooooohhhhhh" " Start pumping it opposite my cock .... then as you cum... slam me in as deep as you can and pull your fingers out of your ass with a jerk." "AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............ OH GOD..... OOOOHHH GODDDDDD......I AM CUMMMMMINGGGGG........... ....YES ....... YES ...... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" "I am cumming too..... let me cum all over your body ..... I ..... AM ........NOWWWWWWWWWWW.. AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGUUUUUHHHHHH!" There was no sound from the other end but very heavy, fast breathing.... and I sit here with cum all over me..... damn that was intense. " Are you there?..... I am covered with my cum.... all over the floor and couch. I don't think I have ever cum so much." " That was amazing.... there is a puddle of cum on the floor beneath me dripping off the chair..I actually squirted.. I want to do this for real..... you are great." Her voice was very shaky..... but I knew how she felt... If I could get on a plane now and find her, I would.... everything else be damned. " I want to meet you someday.... would you like that?" " Very much.... I hope it can happen someday ... I am sorry Martin.... but I have to go.... I will dream about making love to you for a long time. You have made me very happy....... Sweet dreams, love." " Don't be sorry, I have allot of cleaning to do anyway........." That was the only time that we spoke.... either on the phone or over the net. She no longer answers my messages, or my e-mails... I don't want to believe that that was all we will ever be.... one phone call and the best sex that I ever imagined..... maybe someday she'll return.... I hope so. Nothing has been quite the same since that night. * Copyright (c) 1998, Warren Bowen. ALL Rights Reserved Long Distance Call This is my first story, so I appreciate feedback, but please be gentle. I came up with this using my imagination and did not plan it out beforehand. Hey it's been awhile since we talked hasn't it. Ever since we moved apart we haven't seen each other as often. But you know what I'm thinking about you now.... Short Summary Let's use our imaginations as we talk over the phone. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (5.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Long Distance Call West Coast and East Coast lovers on the phone. They see each other only every other month. They are madly in love. Him: Hi there. A pause. Her: Well, how's it going? Him: Kind of grumpy. How come? Not really sure. Just am. No explanation. Well why don't you think about having sushi with me downstairs and having a drink, then going upstairs to your place and having sex. You really know how to cheer me up. Well, it's a nice little thought isn't it? Very nice. I know. Well, how was it? Did I tell you about, John? You left me a message that the kid from last night quit. He did. I can't believe how rude he was either. You know he is a college football player. I don't want to stereotype because I don't want to say they're all that way, but he acted very self-entitled. He cut the line and everything. Not once but twice. He said, I'm going to talk to John. He stepped out of line and called John and then he cut the line again and handed me the phone with John on the other end. Like I have time for that. There were twenty people trying to sign in. So he quit? Well I told you last night he never came back. I mean for the love of God. He quit because he couldn't leave early? I told him he could leave early. That's that whole self entitled thing. Yeah. So at the office this morning, John asked me what happened and I tried to answer him and he snapped at me and it took all my self control not to take his head off. Chantal saw me and asked me if John and I had words. What'd you say? I said we did, and you know I never ask, because I don't give a shit most of the time, and I feel sorry for him because it was a tough and stressful week for all of us. But I asked Chantal, What did he say? She said he said, Have a nice summer. I quit. I quit? If he quit, I am going to get seriously drunk. He's such an asshole. That's funny. That's the way he is, you know? He's like a little kid who doesn't get his own way. A little kid would say something like, You're not invited to my birthday party because I'm mad at you. What if he did quit? My boss will blame me for being mean to him. But you weren't. I wasn't. Oh my god, there's such a cute little dog next me sticking his head out the window. Letting his ears flap in the wind. Hang on I am taking a picture. Did you get it? I did. I know the weather had been horrible here when you visited and it does suck in the winter. You know it's absolutely lovely here in the summer. Really? Fall too. I wish you could see it. Me too. I want to come this summer. We could go to Crater Lake. We could. You'd love the mountains. In the summer time they're beautiful and warm. You know what I've been thinking about? What? The time we ate downstairs. We had a drink and just chilled out and we had sushi. I want to do that again. Do you? And then I want to go upstairs and have sex. (Laughs) Do you? I do. I like that. I miss you. Yeah... I was thinking about you earlier today. What were you thinking? About what I want to do to you when I see you again. Things. You were thinking about what you wanted to do to me sexually? Yes, I was. Were you touching yourself? I couldn't help it. Really? Really. You were touching yourself and you were thinking about me? Yes. What do you want to do to me? I want to taste you again. Mmmm... What else? Just thinking about being inside you. How are you inside me? What position? How do I have you positioned? Yes. You're propped against the head of the bed, kind of sitting up, but kind of reclined. I'm not really sure I know what you mean. I have you sort of sitting against the head of the bed so you can look down and watch me slide in and out of you. I like that. I know you do. I love that you like to watch us. (Softer) I do. You're very beautiful. You're sweet. I love the way you touch me. When you leaned forward in the bed last time we were together, your hair touched my face like a feather. When I flew home the next morning I fell asleep on the plane and I dreamed your hair was touching me. That's really nice. But it's true. I love the way you touch me. That the problem with tying you up. You can't touch me. I love it when you tie me up. Damn it's hot. I'm glad you like it. I really do. Has anyone else ever? No. Why me? I trust you. I feel safe with you. I'm finding you have a lot of naughty buttons. (Laughs) I'm starting to have them. Did you have them before? Not really. I think you're finding them. I like that you say things. Those naughty things that come out of your mouth. Tell me. Just the fact that you don't usually talk that way. That the things you say are such an unexpected surprise. What do you like that I say? I like it when you tell me to fuck you. Because you don't talk like that or even act like that. So when you say things like that it's such a treat, because its so out of character. I like to talk during sex. To say things like that? Yes. I like you to talk too. To tell you when I'm going to come? Yes. And to tell me to do things. I like that way you move me and take command of what you want me to do. I'm not a big talker. I'm kind of quiet. I used to be to. When did you start to say things? With you. I like it. I like to say things. Really, never before? Not before. Only with you. Why me? I don't know. You bring it out in me I guess. The things you do to me. I love that you like to watch us. It's hot. I can't wait to see you again. Know what I want to do to you? What? I want to tie you with your hands above your head and I want to taste you. Oh God. You'd beg me to stop. But I wouldn't. Promise. You'd squirm like you squirmed the first night I was with you. You were all over the bed. Mmmm. God you taste good. I can't wait to go down on you again. Oh my. You'd beg me to stop, you know. But I wouldn't. You'd push your hips into me and you'd squirm and you'd finally say please. You think? I know. Hi, Marely. You're home? I am. Anyone else? No. Just the cat? Yep. Oh. Yep. So you could go in your room. I could. What would I do in there? Are you still in the kitchen? Not now, I'm in my room. Are your blinds closed? They are. What are you wearing? My work clothes. What's that? Yoga pants and shirt. So you could take off your pants and sit on the bed. I could. Did you take them off? Yes. I'm on the bed. What color are your panties? Pink. Slip your fingers in your panties and touch yourself. Mmmm. Are you wet? I'm pretty wet. Take your middle finger and touch your clit. Mmmm. Are you? (Softly) Yes. Take your fingers and rub them on your lips and take that wetness and go back up to your clit. (Moans) Oh. Are you? (Softly) Yes. I wish you were here to touch me. I do too. Take your middle two fingers and rub the outside of your lips and spread all that wetness around and then focus on your clit. Go back and forth like that. (Moans, then softly) What would you do to me? Take off your panties. Okay. Are they off? Yes. Are you sitting up or are you on your back? I'm on my back. I can imagine you. Tell me what you'd do me. I'd kiss you and be between your legs. I'd take my fingers and I'd slide one inside to that spot that feels so good and press. Oh. Mmmm. Do that with your fingers. I am. Does it feel good? Yes. Tell me how you are touching yourself. I'm using my middle finger. I'd kiss you at the same time. Oh yes. I'd lean you back on the bed and kiss up your thighs. I'd taste your wetness and I'd flick my tongue on your clit. Mmmm. Feels so good too. You taste like honey. Do I? You really do. I can't wait to taste you again too. I wish I had last time I saw you. Oh God. Then I'd kiss my way back up to your nipples and tease each one. Do you like it when I do that? I do. What would you do next? Oh my God you've got me so hard. Are you still touching yourself? I am. I wish you were here. I'm so wet. So do I. Shall I get on a flight? Not yet. You're not finished with me. I'm not? No what would you do to me next? You've got me so hard. I'd rise up and be between your legs. I'd be poised right at your entrance, and just press, so you have to wiggle and move your hips to get me inside you. But I wouldn't let you. I'd just tease you by pressing into you. Mmmm. I'd enter you slowly. It would drive you crazy. I'd give you every inch excruciatingly slowly, until you can't take it anymore and then I would be all the way inside you and you could feel every part of me. Oh God. I can feel you. How wet are you? (Softly) I'm very wet. I wish you were here. Me too. What else. What else would you do? Are you still touching yourself? I am. Tell me again what you would do to me if my hands were tied. If your hands were tied above your head? Above my head. I'd be between your legs, and I would touch my tongue to your clit until you shuddered and shook all over and then I would press with it. That spot between your clit and your entrance. I would press up and in. And then I would reach up deep inside you with it. I want to feel you cum on my tongue. Oh God. Until you begged me to stop. But I wouldn't. You wouldn't? I wouldn't stop. Mmmm. Even if you begged. Oh my. You'd raise your hips off the bed into me and scream. I would. Then you'd say please. (Very softy, almost imperceptible) Please. Please what? Mmmm. (mumble) I'm sorry, I couldn't hear. Please. Please what? (Unintelligible mumble) One more time. Say it. Please fuck me. Roll over so I can fuck you. You love it on your stomach. I do. Did you? Yes. Are you on your stomach? Yes. Reach down and slip and finger inside and press down on that spot you like me to hit. You love me to fuck you this way. (Moaning) Mmmm. Feel good? Oh God yes. You've got me really hard. Are you touching yourself still? Yes. Are you thinking about fucking me? Yes. Are you going to take care of it? I already am. Are you going to come? I will. Come on the phone. I already have. You've got me so turned on. I'd grab your hips and slid inside you. Oh. Yeah. I'd start slowly again at first. And then I'd increase my tempo until I was fucking you hard. (Moan) Hard? Yes. (Softly with a moan) Good. You're so hot and sexy. Mmmm. I'm going to come too. I'd take my left hand off your hip and pull your hair while I'm fucking you. Pull your head back and make you kiss me. You want to kiss me. Oh my God. Oh my God, how soon can you get here? Just say the word and I'll be there. I love it when you're so wet you that I am slick with you. I love it. It's so hot. I love it when you push back into me. Will you come? Yes. Will you come on the phone? Yes. Will you let me taste you? Yes, after I come inside you I want you to take me in your mouth and milk every last drop out and then I want you to kiss me. Okay. I love it when you put me in your mouth. You're magic. Really? You are. You know if I saw you for more than two days at a time I would masturbate for you. You would? You said you wanted me to do that. I think that would be so hot, but I might not be able to keep my hands off. Would you want to help? Probably. What would you do? I would have to touch myself. What else? I would reach down underneath and touch you. I would lick you there too. Oh, I'd like that. I'd kiss you too. I'd really like that. Would you? I would. I'd probably have to slip a finger inside you. That would be hot. You might have to put me in your mouth. Oh God, I love the way you touch me when you do that. You like it? You have a talent that is unworldly. I'm glad you think so, but I don't think I'm anything spectacular. You are. I'm glad you like it. I'd probably have to push you back on the bed and fuck you. I wouldn't be able to contain myself. (Moans) Oh yeah. Would you fuck me hard? Yes. Fuck me until you come. Yes. Tell me when you come now. I'm going to. I wish I was there to watch. Mmmm. Fuck me hard. I am. Mmmm. God this is one great phone conversation. (Heavy breathing) Do you have your legs wide to take me in. With your hips rotated up so you can grind against me? (Moaning) I do. Okay, I'm going to. Mmmm. Me too. (Moaning) Oh. God. There. That was hot. It was. (Laughs) Okay, I'm going to take a nap and think about you. Okay. Call me later. Okay. Promise? I promise. Okay. Bye sweetie. Bye.