How Faceless Strangers Make Love Over Copper Wires

Foreword:
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 do