Cell Phones and Titillation

Mina was having what was shaping up to be a long day yesterday. Being the boyfriend that I am, I decided to take it upon myself to make her day go faster. Through a combination of Twitter and text messages, we kept this conversation (and ourselves) going all day long.

I’m thinking of the 60 MPH blowjob I got after our last trip to the restaurant…and how wet you were, how my fingers seemed to disappear inside you so easily.

Mmmm I was so happy that I could do that for you.

Me too…it’s wonderful to have someone that will live in the moment, who will sink to her knees in lust at her first belting

Mmmm I wish I could experience that night over and over

That was fantastic…coming twice in you from behind on the same erection…I was so exhausted, so happy…I want to exhaust myself in you.

mmm the way you said that right now makes me wet.

Good…that’s what I wanted…I want, nay, NEED you to lust for me. i want you to come home thinking of what you want to be wearing, and how you will take me…I want to make you lust so much that you have to pounce on me, to take my body into yours…leaving my head spinning, and dreaming of how I will echo your lust all the more loudly.

Hunger, thirst, they don’t matter. Only desire, only the wish to pour every bit of myself into you, to consume my life in a passionate storm, to burn every ounce of my being in a nova of need for your body. I want to empty myself of everything.

Keep this up and I will have to pounce you when you come home! I hope I get to come home before you.

Kinda the point…if we wind up sending the cat to get dinner because we can’t make it that far, that will be perfect.

Wish we could. We should get a monkey.

I want to go room-by-room, taking you in every room in the apt. In the kitchen, lying you on the counter being on top…in the living room, bending you on the coffee table, in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub with you riding me…in the bedroom, with lights and camera, drenched in sweat, as your ride my exhausted cock, lily sending your wrung-dry body helplessly over the edge.

You will have me sleeping from exhaustion before 7!

That will be a good thing for everyone. But you have to promise to wake me up and fuck me if you wake up in the middle of the night.

I promise!

Then I can dream of cradling you in my arms, my cock buried inside you, holding you in the air, or pressed to a wall, all of the weight forcing our bond tighter and tighter.

You have never done that with your cock inside me.

I would love to know how that feels.

Something I should address. Repeatedly. Next time you are on top of me, I will take you off the bed and carry, impaled, to the kitchen and fuck you against the wall.

Sounds fabulous.

I should hope. Wrap your legs around, claw my back, cling to me as I attack you from below.

I’m gonna have to claw you in order to stay up as you lose strength! lol

So do it. Tear me up, destroy me. I don’t care what’s left of me tomorrow, I want to give you all of me tonight.

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Desire me, touch me, run your palms down my chest, caress me all over, show me how you feel, explore my body, I am yours to feel, take your man…

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Here, now at lunchtime, the conversation shifted to Twitter, and we let people publicly see what we were up to. For this, I also roped a nearby onlooker, BrooklynBeast into the mix.

Either way ravaging or ravishing, I’m happy. Sub or gf I’m there for you.

*pinning your arms over your head and wrapping them in plastic, binding them* since we have an audience…sub

*gasp* oh how you love showing off your dominance, you possession over your property. Like you love spanking me in public.

mmm-hmmm. People need to know that you are owned as well as taken. *cutting your clothes off for all to see

BB: Excellent! My meeting is ending just in time to watch this show by S and M

I *blush* and try to hide. My body grows warm and I squirm.

Assume the position. I want everyone to see my cunt. *leaving your arms bound.

I bend over as you command. Spreading my legs, my bound wrists reaching for the floor.

Beautiful…*taking my fingers and running them up and down your slit, spreading the wetness.

@BrooklynBeast come over here, put your finger in…feel how tight this cunt is…I always have the very best.

Give him a good squeeze. break his finger if you can…show him how strong you are.

*gasp* you will have another touch me? *squirming more, embarrassed at the sudden excitement this causes me*

Yes, as you wish. *I squeeze my cunt tightly hoping to please*

BB: Ooooh, its so nice and tight and wet. <tasting finger> She tastes great also

@BrooklynBeast Yes she does. If you like, you can whack it off on her back while I fuck her…she’ll like that.

Does this please you? My body aches for more. To please you.

I blush at the feel of BrooklynBeast’s finger inside me. It’s different. not you, yet I get wet knowing it’s what you wanted.

*unzipping, my heavy cock swinging by your wetness* yes you please me very well.

I feel you being me, threatening to ram your cock into me. I ache. I am wet. Spread me. Take me.

settling in behind you, taking your hips in my hands, greed all over my face as I pull back on me. MY cunt.

You know what I like. to feel you buried deep inside me and watch another jerk off and spill his seed on me.

BB: taking position up next to M

Fucking you with hard jerky motions, trying to hurt you with my cock.

Yes, I am your cunt…yours alone. here to serve you. To please you.

@BrooklynBeast moan for her, let her know its coming…she loves the sounds of sex

God I love how tight you are on me. And I love that he knows how good you WOULD fell…you are mine

I grunt with each thrust, my teeth gritted. I watch BrooklynBeast thru my blurred vision as you pound into me

Growling through my bit lip as I work you hard, jerking you back and forth, arms aching as I exploit you.

I moan deeply as I think of you spilling your seed inside me while another spills it down the curves of my back.

@BrooklynBeast Yes, S is right. I love to hear the pleasure that escapes from lust filled lips

My breasts sway back and forth, snapping. My body aches from the position I am in. I am in pain yet I am so happy

groaning as I feel it welling up in me…I plunge deep inside, you know how. I scream from the gut as I burst inside.

I yelp with your pleasure, feeling your nails dig into me as you hold me in place as you plunge deep inside me.

I scream in delight as I feel pulse after pulse of your cock as it releases your heat within me.

 

 

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The crowd on Twitter finally satiated, we returned back to texting directly. Mina was busy finishing up her day, so I went a little more…literary…shall we say?

My cock is getting hard again thinking about hacing some guy with your juices on his finger watch me take you like I own you, with that absolute swagger of someone who know gets all the fucks he wants.

That is in fact a VERY hot thought! it turns me on.

I want to record us tonight…ser the computer up and make an MP3…you were so loud for the phone sex we had with [this guy] and [his girl].

It’s panties I want. I want to make you wear them like a collar, strung around your neck. Dragging you around by them, guiding your mouth with them, your sweet perfume wafting about your face.

I want to lick you, to spread your juices on my face, to kiss while reeking of you, to blanket you in your own sexual essence, to give that joy that comes from pleasuring you.

Tonight, you will be record. I will want you to seduce me, to show me you want me, and I will fuck you, hard, against the wall, as we record our sounds, delighting in the echoes of our passion.

Once recorded, and proved, and fucked, and held, and whipped, and loved, and everything else…it will be my time to exhaust myself, to pour every drop of my energy into you, to save nothing for tomorrow.

I will I will want to lie on top of you, I love how it feels, how you feel, and how it drains me, how I can exhaust my entire body in that position. That last tortured orgasm…mmm

That is the one *I* want. The one I can barely feel, that I have to wring from my body, that I have to find the cum I don’t even think I still have to leave behind, some proof I own you.

It’s the one you beg for, the one I fight for, the I don’t really deserve, because I have had so much already, the excess of it, the sexual gluttony.

Right there at the tortured red line of existence, where the spirit is willing the body through every limit it ever had, lungs desperately scraping oxygen from the air, that I find that ultimate bond of you.

I pass out, my mind in your body, my own body a heaving shell, desperately trying to recover, to shed the immense heat from our love, searching for its demolished equilibrium.

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I am thinking of how many people would touch themselves listening to us in bed. How they would be so aroused at our love. How they would come imaging they were our witnesses…how orgasms would reverberate through so many bodies…

I love the idea of people KNOWING just how amazing you are in bed. How wonderful you feel, how loudly you scream, how hard you cum. I want them to know that every night I have the best fuck on the planet, and they wish they had once what I have every night.