“Can you put your headphones on and masturbate to my voice? Call me. I like knowing you are touching yourself for me.” Your texts appeared on my screen; immediately turning me on. I glance at the clock; 2:04am. We have been texting throughout the early morning hours and I hadn’t expected this. I hurriedly reach for the earbuds nearby and remove them from their case, inserting each bud firmly into place, ensuring a tight fit.
I quickly swing my legs off the sofa where I had been comfortably laying during our very early morning conversation, and bring myself to a sitting position, bolting upright to my feet. I firmly grasp the waistband of my shorts and boxer briefs and in one swift motion slide them downward, allowing the soft cotton material to fall quietly to the floor, as I quickly resume my relaxed position on the sofa.
“Headphones are in,” I excitedly text back, as my finger taps the icon to make the call, heartbeat accelerating as I hear the familiar ring tone in my ears.
“Are you comfortable?” you ask in a quiet, sensual, tone as your voice replaces the ringing in my ears; your incredibly sexy voice immediately casting me under your spell. I can hear the faint sounds of 90’s R&B sensual hits playing in the background. “Do you want me to touch myself? Are you getting hard?” your sexy voice whispering in my ear. Hearing your voice seductively floating through my ears instantly brings my cock to attention.
“My hands are slowly drifting down my body,” you begin, “I can feel my nipples getting harder as my hand lightly caresses my breast,” your voice teases.
My fingers firmly wrap themselves around my increasingly hard cock and slowly begin stroking up and down. You know how much the mere thought of your perfect, beautiful, breasts turn me on, allowing your voice to create an exciting, vivid, mental image in my mind.
“My nipples are between my fingers as I slowly massage them back and forth. I can feel them getting hard as I gently tug on them,” your voice whispers in my ear. “So sexy…I love your nipples,” I text back with my free hand as I slowly continue my self-pleasure. My cock tingling with every stroke. I slow my rhythm to ensure I can enjoy your teasing me with your voice.
“My hands are slowly going down my stomach. My skin is incredibly soft. You would love the feeling of my skin against your fingers. My hands are caressing my thighs, imagining you are here touching me. My pussy is becoming incredibly wet,” your voice painting an erotic vision in my mind as I lay in the darkness imaging every word as they escape your lips. My mind drifts, picturing you in this moment, wondering where your hands are touching, how your body is positioned, trying to imagine every detail as I listen to the intoxicating sound of your voice.
“Are you hard for me?”, your voice flirtatiously whispers in my ear, as I feel the girth of my swollen shaft within my grip. “I am very hard. Precum has made me so wet. It’s all for you, baby,” my free hand quickly texting my reply. Wanting you to know how turned on you are making me.
“Do you want to know what my pussy feels like?” you beautifully ask in a seductive hushed tone. “Yes please. I am so turned on listening to you,” is all I can muster as a response, completely caught up in the provocative sound of your voice speaking these deliciously sexy words to me.
“My hand is sliding under my panties. My pussy in incredibly smooth and soft. My clit is the size of your fingertip, my lips are meaty, I am so wet right now. I want you to taste me, to feel my wetness against your lips,” you whisper as your voice trails off, your breathing becoming heavier. My eyes closed, the mental images playing in my mind of you masturbating, in concert with the sound of your approaching orgasm, impulsively cause my rhythm to increase as I can feel my cock growing increasingly more rigid with each round trip of my hand. Your voice becomes increasing louder as your orgasm begins cascading throughout your body. My mind visualizing your hand between your legs as your fingers expertly guide you towards release. I can feel the pulsating pleasure between my legs as I reach the point of no return as my own climax demands its presence be known as I feel the warm sensation of cum dripping down the back of my fingertips as my mind focuses on the final grasping breathes of your intense release.
“Hearing you moan took me over the edge…so hot!”, I text, attempting to convey how incredibly turned on I was listening to you. Hearing you so deeply turned on as you pleasured yourself to an intense orgasm was an immediately and addictive thrill I wanted to experience again and again. “I wish I were there to make you cum over and over again,” my follow-up text expressing my desire to be there at that moment providing the pleasure your body craved.
“Do you want to hear me cum again?”, you seductively inquire, as if reading my thoughts at that very moment. “Yes please. You are so amazing. You should use a toy,” my thumb texts in reply as I feel the familiar firmness returning to my still firmly gripped cock, preparing itself for round two.
After a brief pause, I hear a faint buzzing in the background, as my mind returns to the mental imagery of you teasing and enjoying yourself, providing the delight and pleasure I desperately want to be able to contribute towards.
“You would love how wonder I taste,” your lush voice returns to vocally seducing me. “Are you hard for me again? My nipples are still so very hard and in need of attention,” you banter playfully, knowing how much your breasts turn me on. “I can feel your hard nipple in my mouth, between my lips. You sound so fucking amazing,” I quickly thumb a reply. “Cum for me again, baby. Imagine that toy is my mouth on your clit.”
Your breathing immediately becomes heavier, driving my senses into a state of overdrive. Picturing your beautiful body, legs spread as you tease and pleasure yourself. My hand returning to the familiar motion of masturbating as I intently listen to your every breath as your moaning becomes increasingly louder, more intense than your first orgasm; the toy obviously serving its intended purpose.
“That’s it baby … damn that sounds so amazing,” I quickly text to provide feedback on how your pleasure was music to my ears. The volume of your voice rises, signaling the arrival of your imminent orgasm. My senses fixated on every sound emanating from your mouth; my hand stroking furiously as the precum provides natural stimulating lubrication, hanging on your every breath. As your second orgasm engulfs your body, my mind’s eye picturing your body shuddering with pleasure, your hand holding the toy firmly between your legs, squeezing every drop of bliss from the vibrating luxury. My own gratification following as the melody of your pleasure rings in my ears.
As we briefly pause to collectively catch our breath, the familiar sounds of the 90’s sensual R&B hits float through the background, bringing our steamy moment to a close in a delightful, sensuous way.
“I wish I could put my hand on your heart and feel it beat,” my final text floats from my fingers, as the phone line goes silent…
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