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I’ve been on a hiatus but I’m back! Here’s Part One of my latest. And you can at all times [listen]( here.
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“Give Me a Number”

I was angry with you. I played it down, telling myself – and you – that I was annoyed, not angry. But you saw right through me, the way you at all times do. You see right through to the core of me, straight to my truth and to my soul. And then you laughed; telling me that I’m cute when I’m angry. “I’m not angry, I’m annoyed” I said. You laughed again! Typically this would make my blood boil. My Scorpio instincts telling me to dig in my heels and become colder & more distant. But somehow, you drew me out of my anger. Your smile disarming me… softening me.

You asked for a number — one of our little games when you ask me how sexy I’m feeling on a scale from 1-10. I told you “3”. You told me you didn’t believe me and began to describe what you would do if you were here in the room with me. You would push me up against the wall and kiss me so hard that you’d bruise my lips. I told you I’d fight back and push you away and again, you laughed. This time I laughed too and you immediately told me how gorgeous I am. I looked at you in that moment and any residual anger melted away. “5” I said, and you smiled. I leaned back against the wall and watched you watching me.

“Show me what you’re wearing” I hear your voice in my ear and I prop my phone up and stand back a bit so you can see my black tank top and jeans. “I want you to unbutton your pants” you instruct and obediently I reach down and do as you say. “Sit down again and reach your hand under your panties and tell me, how’s my pussy today.” I slip my hand under the lace of my panties, my fingertips gliding over my hair and brushing against my lips. I feel my clit begin to get bigger. “I want to know how the princess is feeling. It’s time to wake Sleeping Beauty.” I laugh and you laugh and I love that you call my pussy Sleeping Beauty. I love that you claim her as *your* pussy. “Give me a number” you say and I reply “7… and a half.”

“Take your pants off — slowly” you instruct and I start to wiggle out of my jeans and leave them in a pile on the kitchen floor. “Good. Pull your panties down a bit and your shirt up but keep playing.” My black lace panties linger around my hips while my fingers continue rubbing small circles around my clit. I hear your breathing in my ear then you whisper “Go inside.” Gently I press two fingers into my slit and let out a small moan. “Is she wet?” you ask and I nod, gazing at your image in my phone. “Close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall and listen only to my voice in your ears. Keep your fingers in your pussy – keep playing. Take your left hand up to your mouth and begin to kiss your hand as though you were kissing my mouth. Lick your fingers… lick your hand. Let me see your tongue.” I do exactly as you say and feel my self drifting toward that wonderful subby-place inside my head and my body. I’m attuned to your voice and your direction and I start to surrender all thoughts of my own.

“Bite your hand. Bite is hard. I want you to leave a mark. Now suck on your fingers like they’re my cock. Cover them in spit. Stick them down your throat; I want to hear you gag. I want you to gag on my cock til your eyes water.” I continue to do exactly what you say, my pussy getting wetter and wetter every time I gag. “Show me how wet you are” I hear your voice in my ear again and open my eyes to see you watching me through the phone. I wiggle my fingers back and forth so you can hear the splashing sound of them inside my dripping wetness. I know how turned on you are by the way you bite the back of your thumb and that makes me even wetter. “Give me a number” you say again, and I whisper “9”.

NSFW: yes

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