[Give Me a Number] [F/43] [M/28] [F4M] [phone sex] [video call] [female orgasm] [LDR] [part 2]

Part Two: “Give Me a Number”

“Good. Keep playing” you instruct, turning me on even more. “Now move to the floor. I want you to cum for me. I want to hear you moan and scream out my name. I want to see you writhing around on the floor in complete pleasure, your body shaking. Keep your fingers inside. Don’t stop playing.”

I slide myself down onto the floor, propping my phone up against the cabinet to give you the perfect view of my dripping wet pussy. I’m leaning back against the oven, my right hand still stroking and slipping in and out, while my left hand reaches back, gripping the oven door handle. I close my eyes and hear only your breath in my ear. I am transported somewhere between time and space…a place that only exists for the two of us. You’re thousands of miles away but somehow you’re right here with me. Inside me. I hear your breathing getting heavier and I swear I can feel it on the back of my neck. I know it’s my own hand moving faster and harder inside of me but in our world of suspended reality I feel you instead. You whisper “Go, go” and I feel my wet walls begin to contract around my fingers. My entire body flushes and my legs start to shake as my orgasm envelops me. I’m consumed by pleasure, cumming all over myself and all over the kitchen floor.

I remain on the floor, eyes closed, lingering in this state of bliss… listening to your breath and I hear you whisper “Go.” Only you can make me cum like this; over and over with the sound of your voice. My hand presses down on my clit, my fingers slippery with my squirt and my cum and almost immediately I feel another orgasm nearing. “Go, go” I barely hear you this time as I’m flooded with ecstasy, my half naked body convulsing on the tile floor… my pussy dripping and squirting. Breathlessly, I open my eyes and I see you with an almost reverent look. “Don’t move” you say, “And keep your fingers inside. Stay connected to me in this moment.” I do as you say and remain on the kitchen floor, in a puddle of my own sex, my hand still pressed against my pussy. “Repeat after me: I am beautiful.” Immediately tears spring into my eyes, “What?” I say and again you tell me, “Do it. Say it. I am beautiful.” A tear rolls down my cheek as I repeat after you “I am beautiful.”

“I am *so* special.” I look at you, looking at me, through our phones, on different sides of the planet yet I have never felt closer to someone in my entire life. I repeat “I am *so* special.” My tears are flowing now as you guide me through these affirmations: “I am loved. I am beautiful. I am special.” No one has done anything like this for me. Ever. I didn’t know this was feasible. I didn’t know there could be a love like this. I didn’t know I could be touched this way: mind, body and soul. I’ve forever seared this moment into my memory and into my heart. Thank you. Thank you for laughing at me. Thank you for watching me cry and watching me cum. Thank you for transporting me to the innermost place of how I need to be touched. Thank you for this love; this most gorgeous thing.

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