I used to work in a call center. There were nights that would get so dull I’d entertain myself by going through IRC chatrooms. Some of the lurkers just wanted to get right down to it and talk dirty. Which was fine by me. I was bored, after all. Most were what I would call “slow burners” — those who either claim they don’t want to talk about sex but turn out horny anyway, or those who just want a good conversation.
Among the latter, I met this particular lady who liked to explore sex topics, and discuss other aspects of our lives as well. She’s about ten years older than I am, married, but at that point, wasn’t really satisfied with how her sex life is going. So we’d talk about it, and imagine scenarios involving both of us. Scenarios in bed. And once in a while, she’d ask me to write it down in story form, for her to read whenever we’re not chatting.
This piece is an excerpt from one of those scenarios I wrote for her.
P.S. I wrote this in present tense because I wanted her to imagine it was happening in real time.
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Right now, I’m thinking… I wish I were alone in my room, wearing only my underwear, and calling you. And you’d be online, coincidentally alone as well, and like me, wearing only your undies.
So what do we talk about? Oh well… stuff. Kumustahan — what are you doing right now? Sinong kasama mo? Oh, you’re alone? Well dip me in shit and roll me in bread crumbs! I am too!
And then the conversation gets naughtier and naughtier by the minute. What are you doing all alone? Don’t you miss having someone caress you in the dark?
Okay, imagine I’m with you, holding you, playing with your hair, kissing you by the nape. Licking your back playfully while you giggle childishly. Imagine I’m running my hand over your skin, gently.
Then I ask you to lie on your belly, while I kneel down beside your head — and, brushing away the hair covering your neck, I begin kissing you there, gently, gently, gently…
…and downward, kissing/licking your back while you moan softly, slowly unstrapping your bra as I do so.
I continue licking, my tongue following your spine, lower, until I reach your butt — beautifully moulded, or so it would seem, and absolutely provoking.
At first my tongue, as if with a mind of its own, kept on its journey downward — until, pushing beyond that border which is actually your panty garter, it stops, lingering, over that pointed bone at the very end of you spine.
I smile (my imaginary self, that is, as in reality we are miles apart, sweating over the phone as I rub my hand over my crotch, while you, on the other hand, finger-play with your clitoris, vagina moistening at every nervous breath), and ever so slowly, I pull down your panties, careful not to disturb your semi-nude-sunbathing-beach-babe-like prostration, sliding it down your legs and out.
And I hold it in my hands, staring, fascinated at that tiny, almost indiscernible line of moisture at the crotch, just above the seams. I grin upon recognition and almost instinctively ran my nose over it, eyes closed to further direct my focus on my olfactory senses.
It smells heavenly, like freshly dried rice poppies, plain yet slightly flavored.
I reopen my eyes and behold, for the first time, the wholeness of your naked body, lying face down, sweat and saliva mingled all over in silent anticipation.
I stare at your butt. That near perfect symmetry of muscle and skin is just plain irresistable. I dive down and place my face within inches of the blessed thing. I smile, and start paying homage — kissing, licking, sucking at it, leaving tiny marks of clotted blood (hickeys, in layman’s terms). I can hear you giggling, which, upon further exploration (I’m coming down from your butt to your leg, up your inner thigh, then back up to your butt), gradually subsides to muffled gasps and moans.
I can take no more of this. So, I position my body on top of you, placing my hands on each side of your head and my knees outside your legs for support, and slowly I push my pelvis downward, my still covered crotch approaching that sweet little valley between you buttcheeks. And it finds its way there, nestling gently between those plump cheeks.
I feel a thrill I can hardly contain. I start moving my hips back and forth, rubbing that crotch harder and harder, faster and faster, along that forbidden highway. I sigh. I look down and saw your face concentrating — you probably wondering how that would feel with my briefs off. I take the cue.
I kneel back up and strip down to my birthday suit. I find my cock in full attention, eager, throbbing, ready for whatever battle it has been geared to face.
I move back down, and this time I have my elbows support me so as to bring me lower, and our bodies closer.
It is here that I decide to play.
First I direct the tip of my penis and rub it at that gap between your butt and your pussy. And then I push — hard enough to thrill you but not too hard, a clever mixture of roughness and gentle persuasion. This brings out a surprised “uhnnn!” from your lips, followed by a long, passioned intake of breath. I smile, and with the same rough-yet-gentle move, I push my hip forward, letting my cock plow through that highway at the butt-cheek valley — rubbing, harder now than ever, back and forth… back and forth.
I hear you moan, which almost drives me to madness. I bend down, like a vampire about to feed. I go for your neck, and start kissing you passionately, wildly. Kissing, licking, devouring. Soon I am all over your back, cleansing every inch of it of sweat, and relishing it.
You moan again — soft, staccatoed, whimpers at first, gradually evolving to louder, longer exhalations of pleasure. I am mad.
I pull away, and with one quick tug, turn you over to face me. I yank you up and motion for you to squat on the night table beside our bed, which you did. Pull your knees up, I ask. Now, open real wide. Knees apart, as wide as you can manage. And you did so obediently.
Seeing you in that position nearly unleashed that hunger-driven creature inside of me. I can hardly contain it. Just a little while now, I say to it.
Solemnly, I kneel in front of you, like a subject before his love goddess, and place my face inches from your wide open pussy. I am trembling. I can smell the sweet scent of your womanhood. I can almost taste it.
Without much ceremony, I plunge in, burying my face between your legs, my tongue sinking inside you like fangs. I ate, devoured. I am all over your inner thigh. I am mad.
God, how you moaned! I can feel you are at the verge of madness yourself. You gyrate your hips to my movement, your face twisted in pleasure, your noises overpowering whatever sounds silence can permit. I grab you butt and push myself deeper, your wetness all over my face, invigorating and weakening me at the same time.
After what seemed like forever, you give out one long, loud scream of a moan… “UHHHGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
You just came, with such intensity that your body jerked and trembled, your eyes rolled up impossibly, and your love hole squirted juices into my face with such force.
You fall down in exhaustion, right into my arms, my mouth still searching for the last remnants of your glorious cum.
We fall on the floor, and lay there still for a while.
And then I stop talking. I remember we are not really in that room, nor on the floor beside the bed. We are miles away from each other, still on the phone.
But your moans are real. I can hear you breathing hard and fast, calling out my name over and over, louder and louder…
I ask what you are doing, and as I do so, I realize my hand is way down there, inside my briefs, and stroking myself.
Ahhhh, of course I know what you’re doing.
“I’m already naked,” you tell me. “Not fair,” I protest. So I drop the phone, practically rip off my undies, and started masturbating. With my left hand I put the receiver back on my ear.
You gasp. “I’m on the bed now,” you say, “my legs wide open, and rubbing my clit like crazy.”
You can barely speak, your words drowned by your own pleasure groans. And I love it.
“Put ’em inside you,” I say, “Three fingers.” You do so, and gasp again, louder.
I am making my own noises now, which you seem to like. I can hear your breath intensify… “Oh ______,” you cried, “Fuck me now… FUCK ME NOW!!!”
This is too much for me. I stroke myself faster, and faster, and faster. We are moaning in unison now. Moaning… moaning…
“I’m almost there,” I tell you, practicaly screaming.
And so are you. “A little more,” you say… “A little more… I’m there, I’m there…”
“imthereimthereimthereimthereimthere”
“imcummingimcumming”
“imCUMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG……….”
Everything seems to fade to black. The little death, or so they call it. And then silence.
For a while it’s just us breathing heavily over the line. Listening to each other’s silence. Long deep breaths.
And then you whispered… “That was SO goooood.”
“Oh yeah,” I agreed, “you were fantastic.”
Silence.
“Are you done?” you ask.
“Nahhh, not by a long shot.”
Silence.
“I bet you got more stories running around in that head of yours,” you say.
I smile. This is going to be a long night.
THE END