True Sex Stories: Listen. Confession #519

He is a verbal man, able to aptly put into sexy, squirm-inducing sentences exactly the debauched acts he desires to commit against me, to me, and with me, more so than any man I have ever known.

It had been decided that he would call me. After a lengthy and intensely intimate text conversation (or at least as intimate as such an exchange can be, given the informality of truncated sentences strewn across cellular space,) my phone rang… just as I was pulling out my toy box.

With dildo and vibrator procured, I answered the phone in an audible whisper.

Trent laughed quietly.

Hearing him was all I needed for my slit to moisten.

His voice is so much of what gets me off – the timbre of his intonations, the rhythm of his words, and most importantly, the words themselves. He is a verbal man, able to aptly put into sexy, squirm-inducing sentences exactly the debauched acts he desires to commit against me, to me, and with me, more so than any man I have ever known.

It is truly a gift.

And when I receive his gift, humbly and appreciatively, while holding a vibrator to my throbbing clit and a phallic-shaped instrument against the walls of my cunt, I recall the days, years ago, when we were together – writhing against the sheets and the pillows and our emotions, drenched with sweat and come and need, encased in desire, and motivated by our appetites for each other… and I listen.

Just as I did that night.

While Trent waited on the other end of the phone, I positioned myself on the bed with my toys and indicated my readiness. His sexy soliloquy began. This time it was a fantasy that had us meeting at a party on a yacht, and culminated in the two of us fucking in one of the staterooms, standing up, he shoving his cock inside of me from behind as he pressed my face into the wall, warning me not to make a sound.

And when I could hear that he was very close to coming, just as he was in the story that he was so perfectly improvising, I carefully controlled my own impending orgasm so that it could meet his simultaneously, by slowing down the frequency of the dildo plunging in and out of my slick, throbbing pussy. But he asked me sweetly, a manner uncharacteristic for his dominant sensibilities, to come for him, please, because to hear me do so would be the perfect force which would send him tumbling over the edge.

This was an easy request to abide.

And so with the same need, desire, and motivation of our past, real life adventures I did as he asked and came on his command, easily and rapturously in one long salvo of satisfaction. And when he met my forceful crescendo with his own explosion I listened to him intensely… again.

And was reminded exactly why he gets me off so powerfully.

Even from miles and miles and miles away.

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