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
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 aÂ 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,
but hundreds of miles apart
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