Her phone buzzed as she settled down for another night of monotony with her partner.
Instinctively, she flicked the message open.
*”I’m outside.”*
*”ha, I wish…”* she replied. *”I’m so bored.”*
*”I’m not joking. Go to your bedroom and look outside.”*
She inhaled sharply, her breath getting caught in her chest.
*”Surely not…”* she thought to herself. But the possibility was too thrilling to ignore.
If true, this would be yet another escalation in a month-long dance with a man she craved. So she had to find out.
She lifted herself from the sofa, gripping her phone tightly as if to guard the secret it contained.
*”I’m just going to change into something comfier…”* she said to her partner, who barely acknowledged her, and likely didn’t even notice her leave.
*”Ok, I’m here. I don’t see you???”*
With that, her phone started ringing.
*”Hello…”* she said in a hushed tone as she answered.
*”Remember how you said you wished I could see how hard my words made you cum yesterday?”* a deep masculine voice inquired.
*”Mhhmmm.”*
*”Well, now’s your chance… you’ll be a good girl and do exactly as I say. Don’t talk; listen.”*