Call Me.

I’m waiting. I lie here with the arm of Zeus ready willing able. I imagine him there – he is – waiting for the time to arrive. He will call me at 7pm. It’s a thing. I am excited. I am ready. Right on time. Not a second before nor a second after. He knows better.

And there he is. His voice on the other end of the phone – it captivates me. It draws me into his world his fantasy – my reality. That’s the thing with words. They dance around each other changing the way they taste the way they feel and the movement in between.
Tell me he says. Show me I say. I ask to see this hard cock that is raging between his legs. He complies. I return the favour with a photo of the arm of Zeus between my legs. Zeus is a big cock that never runs out of steam – he’s plugged in.

He pulls the words from me when the best I can do is moan through my orgasm. It’s the hearing his breathing that takes me further. The erotic has entered the room. It crackles down the line. I want his cock down my throat. Now. His hand on my head forcing it deeper and deeper until …

I can hear him coming closer. I wait. We lose ourselves for just this moment. The words turn to breath. My mouth opens to let it escape. His voice turns to a growl and I imagine myself right there watching him touch pull cum. I wouldn’t waste a fucking drop.

There is something so erotic about listening to his want. There is something so erotic about wanting to listen. Tell me your secrets. Let me inside your head. Let’s be free of it all. Sometimes we just need to lose ourselves. There is no other time. This is now. It’s all that matters really.