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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.