#415) Long Distance Booty Call

“I miss you SO MUCH!” I declare when he answers the phone.
“That’s nice to hear…”
“It’s not nice, it’s torture!” I say even more forcefully. I’m lying on my back on my bed in the nude, knees raised and legs parted, one hand holding the phone to my ear, the other in my wet pink folds. “I guess I ought to confess that I’m drunk.”
“Really? What brought that on? You’d abstained for years…”
“I told you, I miss you!” I said breathlessly, now manipulating that little nodule, the epicenter of my pussy’s seismic activity. “I have a pressing question to ask.”
“Ask away, lover,” he said, sounding bemused.
“You don’t consider me playing with myself being unfaithful to you, do you? I ask because I used to have a lover who did. But I’m telling you, as I told him, that self-satisfaction only increases my desire for you!” As I say this, I can hear the quality of my voice become strained, the pitch elevate, the breath control get lost.
In a calm and modulated tone, Rick answers, “No, you touching yourself does not bother or threaten me in any way. It does titillate. But mostly, it saddens me that you have to, that I can’t be the one to pleasure you…!”
I want to tell him that I love how he pleasures me, ask him exactly how soon he’ll return to me, remove this colloquy from the high echelon plateau it’s on down to just small talk. All of that is lost as I climax, violently and vociferously. I fill his ear with staccato vocal ejaculations as my pussy spurts warm jism all over my hand. It takes the edge off, allows me to act rationally, deescalate that plateau. I hear myself sigh, and then whisper.
“…That’s better…” When I’ve caught my breath, I continue, “I want you to know that I haven’t spanked myself, though. I’m saving that to share with only you. No one, not even me, can punish my butt but you. My butt is so pretty and white right now! I have those facial complexion masks, except they’re made for butt cheeks, that I’ve been using regularly… I want everything to be perfect for your return! I ache to be punished across your knee, Rick…!”
My fingers are back to playing, diddling, tickling, and teasing my pussy. I let my little finger stray and explore my rosebud. Ah, this pink petalled, delicate flower loves to be recognized as the important focal point it is, as sensitive as my clit, as needful of attention. I push that little finger in deep, Rick hears my gasp.
“Are you headed for another climax?”
“Talking about getting a spanking turns me on…” I tell him with a half-truth. “Talk me through getting a long-distance spanking from you, lover… Help me out of this hell hole I’m in…”
Rick falls right into the scenario with ease. “Alright, young lady, come here, you’re in for it…”
My mind races to how he usually says something like this at first, like he’s demanding that I leave my safe space and come to him in a risky one. I don’t let my mind dwell on the fact that I can’t really come to him because that’d break the scenario.
“Yes, sir,” I respond brightly. “What am I ‘in for’, sir?”
“Don’t play coy, young lady! Naughty girls get their bottoms spanked, that’s what you’re in for…”
I flip myself over on the bed, keeping my right hand on my lady parts, lean on my elbow with my phone hand, but so that my bottom will actually be turned-up. The only difference is that Rick’s legs underneath me, his eyes aren’t on my actual ass.
“Is it gonna be a hard spanking, sir?”
“Don’t you think that’s what you deserve?” I hate it when he answers a question with a question! “If I could, I’d be spanking your ‘pretty, white’ bottom purple right now. Spank after spank, making you yelp, making you quake, turning your cheeks pink immediately, red hot in record time, magenta in mere minutes…”
I get lost in the tone of his voice, feel the weight of his gravitas, as my mind imagines feeling his heavy hand punish my tushy, as my hand masturbates. I feel it coming, the orgasm I so want to share with my lover. I want to try to guarantee that it stays on course, doesn’t evaporate, so I jill-off all the harder, rubbing circles around my clit, running circles around the impulses firing off in the synapses of my dirty mind. “…I’m… gonna… cum…” I whimper.
“That’s so like you!” he lectures. “I’m trying to teach you a lesson, and you’re busy getting off on it… You need a much stiffer punishment, Jean Marie! I’m taking off my belt, doubling it in hand, taking aim…”
“Ow! The belt burns so badly! The bruises will mark me for days!” I scream, totally immersed in imaginings.
The orgasm washes over me. I feel like a girl wading out into the ocean, is knee-deep in the surf, thinking she’s safe, and sure-footed, when suddenly a wave sweeps in and up-ends me, dunks me under the surface, carries me out to deeper seas. There I’m buffeted and bounced about, disoriented and drenched and drowning. I can’t breathe, fearful, freaking out, and then, suddenly, I can! I feel elation and relief and joy and the warmest glow throughout my body. I’m on my side on the bed again, my knees drawn up, fingers still embedded in orifices. I don’t know if I’ve been saying anything throughout the ordeal, but now that it’s past, I can’t stop talking.
“Oh, that was so good! Fuck, I can’t believe how good! Thank you, thank you, lover!”
Rick chuckles benevolently, “You are welcome, dear one. Know that I long to kiss you all over, to spank the biggest part of you, your mind, followed by a funishment spanking of your ass, and then make love with you for hours! Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?”
“I hope so, I hope to dream of you…” And I’ve drifted away before I can even shut the phone off.

4 responses to “#415) Long Distance Booty Call”

  1. To say that was hot is a serious understatement.
    You are good! You get the reaction from your readers that I am sure you are seeking and I really love it!
    Thank you for a great post!

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