Make My Hotline Bling

My Hotline Bling can only mean one thing

My hotline bling! You used to make my hotline bling. I knew it could only mean one thing.  You used to call me on my cell phone, late at night when you needed my love. You used to make my hotline bling, late at night, when the rest of the world was quiet, and it felt like it was just us against everything else. I still think about those calls—the way your voice would light up my evening, the playful way you’d tease me, and the deep, sultry conversations that would unfold as the minutes turned to hours. You knew just how to pull me into your world, and I loved every second of it.

One call in particular stands out, and I can’t help but smile when I think about it. You’d just called me after a long day, and I could tell you needed something more than just small talk. I remember slipping into something a little more comfortable, a little more sexy. That pink teddy you like me in. Then letting my voice drop just a little lower, and asking, “So, what’s on your mind tonight?”

Your answer was classic “you”: a mix of vulnerability and desire. You told me about how much you’d missed hearing my voice, how it felt like therapy just to call and know I was there. Your girl is just one dial away. You’d make my hotline bling. Then, your tone shifted—deeper, more deliberate—and you started painting a picture of what you’d do if I were there with you. Not leaving out a single sexy detail.

Baby make my hotline bling!

I loved hearing how you’d touch my body. Fingering my pussy until I came all over your hands and imagine you licking them up so deliciously! Then next, how you would stroke your fat cock, engorging it with blood and finally entering me!

I won’t lie, I was blushing as you described it all, every detail clear in my mind. The way you’d take your time, the soft touches, the whispered words that would send shivers down my spine. You’d make my hotline bling and then make my body shiver! You made me feel like I was right there with you; like every word you spoke was a caress against my skin. I was so close to you.

By the time our call ended, I was breathless, my cheeks warm, and my heart racing. You had a way of making me feel seen, desired, and utterly alive. The way you would take control over my pussy was undeniable. I became yours. I still am.

But now, it feels like I only see you in my memories. “Ever since I left the city, you…”—well, you don’t call as much anymore. But if you’re reading this, know that the line is always open, waiting for you to make my hotline bling again.

Until then my love, I’ll keep those moments close, hoping for the day you’ll call back and remind me what it’s like to feel that spark.

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