I sit alone at home and my mind begins to drift. The thought of you being near me is exhilarating. I think about the kisses you would give, the way that you'd bite into my skin and how you'd gentle yet forceful in the acts you played against me. I begin to tingle at the thought of your tongue pressed against me with your fingers buried deep inside. I start to get wet at these thoughts and slowly my hand slips down my body. I am wearing only a light robe and my hand glides easily to find the place I am searching for. On it's path, I lightly tweak my nipples, pinching at them until they get hard. I continue my downward journey until my hand is right over my lips. I can feel the heat that is buried beneath. I slowly insert my finger and begin rubbing my clit slowly.
Just as I begin, the phone rings. I answer it and your voice is on the other line. You ask me what I am doing. I tell you that I was just sitting around thinking about you. You ask what I was thinking and I tell you naughty things. I tell you that I was just getting into satisfying myself. You tell me that the thought of me touching myself for you is getting you hard. I ask if you would like to tell me the things you want me to do to myself, while you listen to me doing them and getting myself off. You tell me that you would. You ask me if I am wet for you already and I respond with a whispered yes. You tell me that you want me to play with my breasts. I tell you that I am running my hand over one of them, feeling the hard nipple, pulling at it imaging it is your teeth. I then tell you that I am going to lick and suck at it. I move the phone so that you can hear as I suck at my breast and nipple. You can hear me breathing and notice that it is getting heavier. You can hear the sounds of my mouth on my breast and you can almost imagine the wetness as my tongue and mouth play with my hard nipple. You tell me that you like hearing me and you want me to move my hand down.
You tell me that you can imagine licking my clit, pushing your tongue through my pussy lips to find the sweetness within. I let out a small moan at the thought of your mouth on me. You ask if I like that thought and I tell you it makes me very wet. You tell me that you want me to rest my hand over my pussy. You tell me to not put anything between my lips yet. That you just want my hand to rest there a moment, lightly stroking the flesh. You tell me to run my fingers along my slit, but to still stay outside. I cannot go in until you tell me that I may. You tell me to press a little hard as I do it, so that I can feel the pressure against my clit. I do as you say and I tell you that I want to feel you inside of me. You tell me that I will be able to feel anything I want soon enough. You tell me to slowly put in one finger and push it deep inside of me. You want my finger to get nice and wet. I do so willingly and as I do, you hear me take in a long, deep breath. You tell me to pull out and push in a few times to get my finger nice and drenched. You then tell me to bring it out and up to my clit, that you want me to run that finger around, encircling my clit. You tell me that I should do this slowly and to think of your tongue doing the same to me while I am. You tell me that you want me to bring my fingers to my mouth and suck the juices from them and to describe to you how it tastes. I do so and tell you how it's sweet and that tasting it makes me think of kissing you after you have been eating my pussy. That tasting myself from your lips is one of the sweetest things. You tell me that you love kissing me after tasting me because you love to share such a great flavor with me.
Next you tell me that I should now run two fingers into my wet pussy. You want me to thrust them both in and out, not too fast. I do as I am told and my fingers begin to slide easily from the sweet juices between my legs. You tell me that you want me to run each finger along either side of my clit. To move it up and down, slightly pinching my clit between my fingers as I run them up and down again and again. I start to moan a bit more as my excitement builds. You whisper to me through the phone how you wish you were there to watch me as I played with myself. That you would find it hard to not throw me down and ravage me if you were with me now. I breathe in quick through my teeth at the thought of you just taking me for your own pleasures. You tell me to keep rubbing up and down on my clit with those two slick fingers. Go slowly, you tell me. Be sure to enjoy what you are doing. I tell you that I am and that I am thinking of you taking me, forcefully, to bend to your will.
