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“Where are you going with this?”

“I think you know.” My voice is gruff. Come on, sexy Tess, don’t disappoint me. I’ve not pushed this agenda before, but I need it.

There’s a pause, and she whispers into the phone, wrapping her words around her tongue. “I’ve never really done this, but I’m game. I can always use an Alex based orgasm.”

“Fuck me, you’re perfect. Fabric, please.”

“Satin, with lace cutouts, full bikini not a thong. The bra is on the floor. The ladies are rubbing against the inside of my French terry robe. If I turn too quickly, it feels divine. Is that the direction we’re going?” Her voice does that curling thing around her language. I’m not even sure how else to describe it. Almost like a lilting quality, but then drops into a rasp. Fuck.

“Yes, Ma’am. We’re masturbating tonight, probably thinking of each other—”

“So why not?” she whispers.

I say, “Why not hear my name come out of your perfectly fuckable lips? And imagine they’re wrapped around my cock while you look up.”

“You do talk a good game. I’m insanely wet.” I hear her get more comfortable.

“Open the robe. Pretend I tied your hands with that sash.”

“Oh. We’re doing things we’ve never done.”

“Imaginary us is kinkier than real us,” I say.

“We should try and keep up with imaginary us.”

I growl at her response. Fuck, I’m hard. I fist my cock in response to what she said.

I say roughly, “Grab your tits. Move them the way I do.”

She gasps, and I know she’s hit her nipple. “Grab coconut oil if you have it.”

“I do. Why?” I’m confused.

“It slowly melts and will feel like I’m lubing your dick with my tongue. I’m the one in control of your dick’s emotions.” Fuck me, she’s good.

“Get lotion. Start with your neck and move to your left, then your right nipple. Don’t go anywhere near your bush without me. That pussy is mine. Be right back.”

When I return, I hear a slight whirring flip on and off. She says, “We’re doing this?”

I ask, “What? Phone sex?”

“Yes. Phone sex.”

“Since my cock is purple and impossibly hard, I’m kind of pot committed at this point. I can finish up on my own and call you back, or you get on board and start rubbing your clit and thrusting a finger or two deep inside your cunt. Where I belong.” She gasps loudly, and then I moan as I fist myself harder.

“I grabbed a little help if that’s ok?”

My breath catches as I move my hand faster over my hard cock.

“Fuck me, you have toys.”

“I keep a small bullet in my purse. It keeps my clit busy while my fingers wait for your instruction.”

“Um, whose clit?” I say possessively.

“Your clit.” The “t” sound sticking behind her teeth as she flicks her tongue. I’ve seen her do it before, and that alone is enough to make me paint the walls with cum.

“Let me hear from you. Put them inside yourself while you pinch that nipple hard. Loud like in Tallahassee.”