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his boxers and releasing the erection constrained within. He’s in bed—no, wait. I’d like it better if he was in the kitchen, standing in front of the open refrigerator. Yes… Perhaps I caught him just as he searched the nearly empty shelves for something to throw together, and 8

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    now there he still is, one hand around his cock, the other bracing his body against the fridge door. A rush of cool air escapes and wafts over his eager dick, making him shiver from head to toe.
    I spread my legs wider and close my eyes. This night isn’t going to be a total waste after all.
    “Simone?” he tries again. “Baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
    I chuckle, low in my throat. I don’t care if he thinks I’m his girlfriend. If I can make up everything about him, he’s entitled to do the same about me.
    “My pussy’s so wet… I’m parting it open with my fingers. I want you to put your mouth on it. Give me a good tongue lashing while you stroke your big cock.”
    I do as I describe and part my folds. Moisture escapes my channel to trickle down the inside of my thigh. My sex pulses, desperate for something to fill it. I could give it the dildo now, but I’m not ready. Not yet.
    “I sure would love that, baby,” he says. “Why don’t you come over and we can do this for real?”
    “I’m shoving two fingers inside my cunt now. Oh…so fucking good.” I struggle with each word, though the vulgarity comes naturally and not just because I’ve discovered men respond better to crude descriptions. Lust is spreading through me at a frenzied rate, fogging my mind, tensing my muscles. The hornier I get, the coarser my language becomes.
    My inner walls clench down on my fingers, but I know it’s not nearly enough. I want more. I want the thickness of the dildo, yes, but more than that, I want to hear this man come. I want to know what he sounds like when his orgasm rushes through him, when his balls draw up close to his cock and his seed spills from his dick to stain his perfectly pressed pants.
    “I want you in my ass,” I moan, teasing my puckered sphincter with the tip of the dildo. “I want your big cock stretching my hole, filling it, fitting tight and snug, like a hand in a glove. I want you to bury yourself inside me and punish me with your dick.”
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    “Oh shit.” His voice has definitely gone up an octave now. “You’re not Simone.”
    I have no intention of confirming or denying that. It’s irrelevant to my purposes. He must be close now. I can hear his ragged breathing, can feel him struggling to hold on to the last remnants of self-control. I just pray he doesn’t get pummeled by a wave of morality and hang up on me.
    He can’t. Not before we finish what we started.
    “My cunt is desperate for you.” I slam the dildo into my pussy, and the sensation of being filled sends a jolt of pleasure deep in my core. I slide it in as far as it’ll go and hold it there, firmly inside my body, while I flick the switch to a higher vibration.
    Shudders threaten to rock my body and shatter my self-control. I grit my teeth, will myself to hold back. I won’t come. Not until he does.
    “Who are you talking to?”
    Another man’s voice. It sounds vaguely familiar, but I’m too far gone to try to identify it.
    “Fuck.” I hear my guy shuffling around, and I think I catch the sound of a zipper being yanked up.
    A mournful cry escapes my parted lips. “No… No, you can’t stop. Please stroke that cock for me. I want to hear you come. I want to drink every last drop of liquid that spurts from your dick. Oh please oh please oh…”
    My voice echoes back at me and I lift my hips, pressing the dildo deeper inside my cunt. I can’t help but rub my clit with the heel of my hand. God, I’m so close. I need to hear his groan of release. I want to know I’ve made him lose control.
    “Damn, man… You’ve got to hear this girl.”
    I’m not sure what he’s doing, and in truth, it