Microfantasy Monday: Long Distance

Wow. It’s been a while. Coming back with a theme I like a lot though – long distance.

You’re clutching the dildo in one hand. The phone in the other. The one is slipping in and out of you, and the other is almost slipping from your grasp. You hold onto it, wedging it into your shoulder and pushing it close to your ear.

On the other end of the line is panting. Rough, harsh breaths. In-out.

The two of you were having a normal enough conversation until you let slip that you were lounging around in your underwear, something about the heat, and he teasingly asked you what kind you had on, and you told him. Cotton. Floral. Cute. From Victoria’s Secret.

And the one short answer turned into a long spiel of how your body sprawled over the bed, how your lightly sweaty limbs were positioned. You traced a hand over yourself and let him follow it, from your hips, down to the dip in your waist to your chest to your hair.

He groaned. Talked you into putting your hand inside your panties. Practically guided your fingers inside you with his voice. In no time at all, you were both panting and thrusting in a chorus that was stretched over 600 miles. Spouting nonsense words:

“God!”

“Your pussy–”

“You feel –”

“s’so good–”

“amazing…”

He insinuates your other hand into your bra and pulls the dildo out of your drawer and tells you to imagine him. Imagine it’s him doing all this to you.

You do. And then a few seconds of ragged breath – and you come. And the phone skitters, clatters, to the floor.

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