aural sex

There’s a back and forth between us and a rising anticipation. I’m alone in my hotel room and much to my pleasant surprise, you wish to take advantage of this in the only way you can. Oddly, technology can’t connect us in the way we would like. We shall have to resort to the old fashioned way. 

“Just tell me how to hear your voice, right now,” I can hear the desperation in your written words. I message the details to my hotel room. It takes less than a minute and the loud ring of the hotel room phone startles me. 

“Hello,” I breathe. 

“Hello,” you answer and I can hear the smile on your face. I melt, instantly. Your English, masculine voice trails from my ear drum down to between my thighs. Not to sound too cliché, but you have me at hello. 

Our conversation drifts from the casual of my visit to the city, to the sexual tension we know lies between us. The room phone, corded, limits me to my little section of the room. Too far from the bed to lay down and make myself comfortable, I make myself sit on the floor, squirming in delight. You tell me how much you want to be with me, I can only moan in agreement. 

You speak filthy things to me. Your voice resonates throughout my body. Fuck, it’s just your voice. You could read me your grocery list and I’d be yours for the entire evening, but thankfully, you have so much more than that in store for me. I need more than that from you. I need the skillful seduction of your carefully selected words. I need your aural sex. 

Touching myself becomes unavoidable. My cunt wet and fragrant with my arousal. I know where I want this to go. I want to come for you. 

You tell me to grab my steel anal plug and vibrator. I have to put the receiver down in order to retrieve these items. My heart pounds like the giddy teenager I once was, from this simple act. I return and you tell me to slowly push the plug inside my anus. I am to stop when I’ve reached the widest width of the plug and push no farther. I do and let some time pass, but I also let the plug slip all the way inside me. You ask me if I have let the plug slip inside. I tell you I have. There is a brief punishment of nipple pinching and twisting, and a lecture of how you very much will like to punish me, but because you want to and not because you have to, such as in this case. 

You tell me to turn the vibrator on and start circling around my clit. All the while your accented voice continues to tell me filthy things. Filthy wonderful things. I let my jaw relax and the air passes from my lungs and through my lips in gasps of lust. You give me free control to use the vibrator to make me come for you. I could come right there. I don’t want to though. I want to keep hearing your voice in my ear. I’m a greedy little word whore. I want to keep hearing you tell me how much you want me. I want to hear you keep telling me about sliding your cock inside me, down to the shaft and making it twitch. 

You make me twitch. 

I want to come now. I can feel the sparks of pleasure building with each pass of the vibrator. I moan, deep and lustful. I want this. I tell you I want to come. I tell you that it’s going to happen. You push me to the edge with your words and I let the orgasm take me. It’s not my usual screaming orgasm, but instead a guttural release. I feel my muscles contract. My anus flutters repeatedly around the steel plug. I imagine it as your cock. I let the wave of your words drown my body in our sea of lust. 

We hang up the phone, not long after, but not before your orgasm meets mine. It’s been hours since our aural sex, but your voice lingers still in my ears. It hums my body and makes me ache. I want more. So much more. Please, Sir, I want some more. Make me come once more with your aural sex. 

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