Autumn has finally come here. Less than ten days ago, it was close to 100 degrees in the afternoon. Now the house is cold when I wake up in the morning.
This morning I had on my pale pink thermal leggings and a matching long-sleeved shirt, with tiny buttons up the front. And then I woke up I was rubbing myself with one hand without thinking about it.
I don't thinK I'll ever get enough of you.
And I began to think about you loaning your latest tape of me to a couple of friends, and I could see them watching it, enjoying it, admiring me, and finally having to take their cocks out in their hands while they watched me come.
I thought: well, I love watching your hands-- moving up and down your cock so slowly. And seeing you come makes me so greedy for you I feel like screaming.
I imagined you picking up the phone at your office, and hearing my voice:
"Hi, Richard, are you having a nice day? Are you busy right now?"
I'd say: "I'm in bed right now, and very naked and I've been thinking all about you.
Just the sound of my voice would make your cock start to swell.
Then would you --without even realizing it-- move your hand down to feel your hardness?
You would hear my breath growing ragged, as I tried to keep talking to you my other hand pressing deep inside me, to come again for you.
Is it okay for me to talk to you like this, Richard? I like it. I love you so much. You make me so crazy, I hope you never stop.
So. Well.
Enjoy the rest of your day, my love, my one true, and only love, you know I'll be thinking about you.
Your,
Polly.
The only thing hotter than that piece of theaterotica is imaging Bianca phone sexing it up with Stefan (was that how you spelled his name?).
Or the sight of Sharon Wezelman fake stripping with her broken arm.
Autumn has finally come here.
Less than ten days ago,
it was close to 100 degrees in the afternoon.
Now the house is cold when I wake up in the morning.
This morning
I had on my pale pink thermal leggings
and a matching long-sleeved shirt,
with tiny buttons up the front.
And then I woke up I was
rubbing myself with one hand without thinking about it.
I don't thinK I'll ever get enough of you.
And I began to think
about you loaning your latest tape of me to a couple of friends,
and I could see them watching it, enjoying it,
admiring me,
and finally having to take their cocks out in their hands
while they watched me come.
I thought: well,
I love watching your hands--
moving up and down your cock so slowly.
And seeing you come makes me so greedy for you
I feel like screaming.
I imagined you picking up the phone at your office,
and hearing my voice:
"Hi, Richard, are you having a nice day?
Are you busy right now?"
I'd say:
"I'm in bed right now,
and very naked
and I've been thinking all about you.
Just the sound of my voice
would make your cock start to swell.
Then would you
--without even realizing it--
move your hand down to feel your hardness?
You would hear my breath growing ragged,
as I tried to keep talking to you
my other hand pressing deep inside me,
to come again for you.
Is it okay for me to talk to you like this, Richard?
I like it.
I love you so much.
You make me so crazy,
I hope you never stop.
So. Well.
Enjoy the rest of your day, my love,
my one true, and only love,
you know I'll be thinking about you.
Your,
Polly.
The only thing hotter than that piece of theaterotica is imaging Bianca phone sexing it up with Stefan (was that how you spelled his name?).
Or the sight of Sharon Wezelman fake stripping with her broken arm.
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there's some pretty classic stuff in it.
and as for the last part - ew.
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