Microfantasy Monday, week 43 : sounds

I hold the phone close, pressing it against my perspiring ear, not
wanting to miss a single sound…

That gasp… I imagine my hand touching her, sliding across her
belly, pausing just between her legs

A sharp intake of breath…my fingers finding slippery wet folds

A groan that comes from her navel.. no, below that, farther inside,
from somewhere in her past, the place where her deepest fantasies
live …

Her voice rises now.. from that guttural growl to a keening wail…
a sound that reaches into me, pulls at me, turns my dampness into a steady flow..

She pants, grunts and growls in a way that is her own.. bringing to
mind moonlit ruts and animal passions that don’t answer to mundane human concerns for safety or propriety…

I squirm in my seat, loosen my belt and force a hand into my briefs..

My harsh, gasping breaths match hers,

my groans, a counterpoint to hers,

our final, drawn out moans intertwined as we climaxed together,

together,

but hundreds of miles apart

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