Pleasure of Mutual Masturbation – My Sure Thing

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Who would I call for the Pleasure of Mutual Masturbation? So few choices, but I needed to hear a familiar voice. During college, Eric was my “Sure Thing” with no strings attached. Consequently, tonight would be no different. Slow. Silent. My room is dark. Only the amber glow of my bedside lamp cuts through. Shadows stretch. The air is still. Cold. But I’m not. My bare legs warmed under the thick blanket as my toes curled, and I parted my thighs. I could hear my heart pounding as I breathed deeply.

Soon, my nipples harden as my hand slides down. Fingers glide over my stomach. Lower. Lower. Nonetheless, my pussy is already wet. Soaked. A slick heat that coats my inner thighs. I spread wider. My folds part with a soft, sticky sound. One finger circles my clit. Slow. Teasing. I close my eyes and imagine his mouth. His tongue. Consequently, the thought of how he’d flicker his tongue harder. Playing alone was not enough. I needed to hear his voice.

So I call him for the Pleasure of Mutual Masturbation.

Consequently, the phone only rings once. He answers. No words. Just his breath. Heavy. Warm through the speaker. Soon, my other hand slips under the covers. I pinch my nipple. Hard. A sharp gasp escapes. Hence, I don’t hold it back. On the other end, his breathing changes. Soon, he joins me for the Pleasure of Mutual Masturbation. Deeper. Slower. I know that sound. He’s watching the ceiling. One arm behind his head. His other hand wrapped around his cock. Thick. Veined. Dripping. He strokes once. Slow. From root to tip. His precum glistens in the dim light I can’t see but know is there.

Subsequently, my fingers dive into my pussy for the Pleasure of Mutual Masturbation. Two fingers. Deep. My hips buck. A low moan slips free. “Mmm…” He hears it. His hand speeds up. Nonetheless, I can hear the familiar sounds through the phone. Slap-Slap-Slap. The sound of his palm on his shaft echoes through the line. Wet. Urgent. My thumb presses hard on my clit. Hence, I rub in tight circles. Fast. Faster. Hence, my walls tighten. My toes curl. I’m close. So close. But I wait for him. Because I know — when he cums, I cum. Soon, a low groan rumbles through the phone. His cock swells. His balls tighten. And then — hot, thick, white — he erupts. Rope after rope. Across his stomach. Hence, his chest and hands were covered in his load.

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Soon, my fingers slam into my pussy. Hard. Fast. My clit burns. I grind my thumb against me as my back arches and mouth opens — a silent scream. Then a sudden wave hits as my orgasm takes over my body in ecstasy. Shaking. My pussy pulsates as the wetness soaks my blanket. Drips down my ass. We don’t speak. Hence, the silence is golden between us as we breathe in the moment. Moreover, my body tingles as his cum is still hot on his stomach. And we’re still connected. By the raw, sizzling want that never fades. Even miles apart. We’re still fucking. Still mine and still his after all these years.

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