michele st. martin online

*RINGER*

NYC, NY

Saturday, 2:20 AM

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"Hello?".

"Umm... Hi. Is Eric there?".

"Eric? Nah man. There's no Eric here, dude. Sorry...".

"No, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't wake you...".

"You didn't. I've been up...".

"Ah. I see. Well, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing that's keeping you up so late?".

"Writing. I keep odd hours. You know, you've got a really nice voice...".

"Thank you. Thank you very much...".

"Where are you calling from anyway?".

"California, just outside L.A....".

"WEST COAST?! Oh Jesus! This must be costing you a small fortune! And you don't even know me!".

"No, not really. It's like, 11:20 here right now. Off-hours. And even if it was, I don't mind. You've got a nice voice too...".

"Thanks! What's your name? I figured if I'm gonna talk to strange man for awhile, I may as well know his name...".

"Hmmmmmm... I guess you can call me "C" for now. That is, until we get to know each other better...".

"Oh really? And what makes you think we're gonna get to know each other better?".

"Just a hunch. You would've hung up by now I think...".

"Good point. Well, since it's like that then, you'll just have to be satisfied with "M"".

"OK, "M". You said before you were writing. What are you writing?"

"Right now? My first novel. I write short stories, poetry. I just got my first book deal...".

"That's cool! Congratulations. What kind of stories?".

"Ummmmm... Fiction...".

"Yeah, but what kind? Any genre?".

"Oh, I'd rather not say...".

"Aww, see? That ain't fair. How do you expect me to know you if you don't say anything about yourself? I can guess though, by your last answer...".

"OK, OK... I'll tell you what "ain't fair". You know what I do for a living, and you've told me jack-all about what you do. Spill it, mister...".

"Alright. I'm a musician...".

"Really? Nice. Professional? What kind?".

"Yeah, professional. Rock I'd say...".

"Whoa. THAT'S cool. I'm gonna take a wild guess here. Are you a singer?".

"Holy shit. You're good! How the HELL did you figure that out?".

"The sound of your voice. There's a rhythm to it. Only singers and people who use their voices in a professional capacity have it. And it's...".

"It's what?".

"Ummmm... It's SEXY...".

"Is it now? Well, that's a thorough observation. Thanks for the "sexy" comment. Yours isn't bad either...".

"Oh you'll have to hold back your enthusiasm. It's bowled me over...".

"Haha! Actually, your voice is VERY hot. I detect a drawl. Are you Southern?".

"Not if you count the South Bronx as Southern! But yes, I have family from Louisiana. New Orleans. Good ear!".

"Occupational hazard. Hey, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm talking to you, silly...".

"You know what I mean...".

"I dunno... What are YOU doing right now? I'll tell you if you tell me...".

"I'm in my bedroom. I'm lying on my bed, and I'm watching a DVD...".

"Oooooh. Is it dirty? What are you watching?".

"Heheh... "Wings of Desire"".

"Oh wow! Wim Wenders! I love that movie. He's a great director. That's a romantic movie. And you're alone watching that, or is someone there?"

"If someone was here, I wouldn't be talking to you. I'm not alone anyway. You're on the phone...".

"And you're lying on your bed?".

"Ummmm-hmmmmm... NOW tell me what you're doing...".

"I'm on my sofa, relaxing...".

"You lying down too?".

"Yes...".

"Can I tell you something?".

"Shoot...".

"I am VERY turned-on right now...".

"Really? You are?".

"Mmmmmmmmm... Aren't you?".

"Ummm... Yes...".

"What are you wearing? I want details...".

"Low-rise faded Levi's and a spaghetti-strap tank-top. Black. What do you have on?".

"Just a pair of draw-string cotton lounge pants. Grey. I guess they're like pajamas...".

"Any underwear under those?".

"Bold... I like that... No. You?".

"Yup. A flowered balcony-bra and a tie-dyed mesh thong...".

"God! What are you doing to me? Are you serious? Is that for real?".

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be? I don't lie. I don't know how to. Were you bullshitting me about the going commando thing?".

"No it's true. I don't like underwear. Umm... can I ask you something else?".

"Go ahead...".

"Do you wanna do something about this"?

"What did you have in mind? I've never done anything like this before. You?".

"No, me neither. Ummm... I don't know. I guess we can start off slow and see what happens...".

"OK. What if I start by describing what I'm doing to myself?".

"Oh God... Be my guest. Tell me what you're doing...".

"I'm kind of sitting-up on the sofa, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra - slowly...".

"Mmmmm... Like what I'm hearin' so far. Are you leaving the top on?".

"Yeah, for now anyway (*giggles*). Describe yourself. Tell me what you look like...".

"OK. Let's see. This is weird... Alright. I have short, dark hair. Curly-wavy. Lean, for lack of a better word. Kinda muscley...".

""Muscley"? Is that a word? Heehee...".

"Bear with me, alright? Um, I'm tall, about 6'2". Tan, just went to the beach...".

"Oh man, I hate you... lol...".

"And right now, I'm hard. VERY hard. What are you doing now? Where are your hands?".

"OH no... You're not getting off THAT easy, so to speak. I want to know what you're doing...".

"I'm still on my bed, and my hands are running over my chest, up and down...".

"How's your chest? Is it hairy?".

"No, not a hair on it. I'm not a hairy guy. Smooth...".

"Naturally?".

"Yeah...".

"That's my favorite. My hands are on my chest too, and there's no hair there either...".

"Thank God for that... Haha! Tell me what you're doing...".

"My hands are under the tank. My fingers are playing with my nipples...".

"Unh... Are they getting hard? Are they sticking straight up?".

"Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm... Extremely. They're so hard they almost hurt...".

"Man. I wish I was there with you. Can I say that?".

"You just did... (*giggles*)".

"You've got a sexy laugh. Wait a minute. What do YOU look like? It's not fair that I gave you a description of myself & I never got anything...".

"No, you're right. I've got long hair reaching down to the small of my back, curly. Exotic features - some say Middle-Eastern/North-African. Light-skinned. Brown eyes. Full-lips. Um, how do I put this? I'm Buxom. Smallish waist. Nice ass, if I do say so myself (*giggles*)!".

"Stop right there. How "nice" is your ass? Tell me...".

"It's... High... And it's... Umm... Round, so I've been told...".

"Mmmmmmm... MY favorite...".

""C"? What do you want to do to me? What's on your mind? I'm so horny. Please tell me...".

"God. Are you sure you want this?".

"You started this. Follow through. You know you want to...".

"(*Grunt*) I... wanna...".

"C'mon. It's OK. Don't stop. Don't hold back. You don't have to. You're safe. If you tell me, I'll tell you EVERYTHING I want to do to you - and MORE...".

"I wanna... I wanna take off your top... Nice and slow...".

"Yeah? Go on... Please...".

"While I'm taking it off, I wanna take one of your sweet, hard nipples in my mouth...".

"Oh my God... I wanna tell you what I want to do to you - while I'm doing things to myself...".

"What are you doing to yourself?".

"I've got my tank off... I'm lying on the sofa... One of my hands is playing with my tits... I just shoved the the other hand down my jeans...".

"Jesussssss... I'm gonna shoot too soon if you go on like that..".

"You better not... Or I'll have to punish you... Are you touching yourself? Stroking yourself?".

"Yeah... Trying hard not to lose my edge... You are NOT helping...".

"(*Giggles*) How are you touching yourself? What are you doing now?".

"My pants are undone... I'm lyng down on my bed, my head is propped up with some pillows... Watching myself jerk-off... Nice long strokes... Tell me what you want... Pleeeeeaaase...".

"Oooooooh... I want you you to kneel between my legs and spread them as wide as you can while I'm on my back... I want you to lick me until I'm open and wet... From the bottom where my asshole is to my clit...".

"Oh mannnn... What does your pussy look like? I wanna know...".

"A peach... a ripe, open, oozing, SHAVEN peach...".

"You're shaved?".

"Completely...".

"Holy shit... Wait. I gotta slow down a minute... Gotta find my rhythm again...".

"(*Laughter*) I'm sorry... Tell me about your cock...".

"Right now, it's hard enough to cut glass... And it REALLY wants you...".

"What does it want from me? Oh God, I'm soooo wet...".

"STOP THAT! That was evil man. Dirty pool (*laughter*)... It wants to be buried deep inside you... Straight up to the root... Wait, let me take these things off...".

"Good idea, me too... My jeans are damp...".

"Hold on... OK, got them off... Are you naked as I am yet?".

"Yes, VERY... My legs are spread wide open... I'm almost too afraid to touch myself...".

"Whyyyy?".

"I'm too sensitive right now... If I start up again, I'm gonna go off like a rocket... Wait...".

*THUD*

"What the hell was THAT? Are you alright?".

"(*Giggle*) Yeah. I'm on the floor on my carpet right now. More room. I'm gonna get a couple of pillows... Hold on...".

"I'm waiting...".

"You'd better... Keep nice and primed for me... Be right back...".

"I will... Don't worry about that...".

"OK, I'm back...".

"What do you need the pillows for?".

"I'm gonna put one under my ass... Better access...".

"Aaaaah... you doing it now?".

"Yeah... There, nice and elevated... What are you doing now?".

"Lubing up my dick, just for you... While you're telling me what you wanna do to me... NOW...".

"My, my! We ARE demanding! Alright, you asked for it... After you eat me... And make me come... And I'm all slick with your spit and my juice... You stand to me... Your hard, thick, straining cock bobbing up and down... Your balls so heavy... Ready to spill their precious, pearly jism... You beckon me to come to you... Kneel to you... And I do... I'm ready to worship your dick... I take it into my little hands...".

"Shit... More... More...".

"I lick you from underneath... From your root to the shiny, red tip... Teasing your dick... Circling it with with my tongue so slowly it hurts...".

"Uhhhh... Fuck... I'm so hard... I wanna fuck the shit out of you...".

"Do you? Do you want me as much as I want you "C"?".

"Oh yeah... Hhhhhh... I wanna take you from behind... Feel your ass against me... Enter you... I wanna watch your amazing, rounded ass bounce as I start to move in and out of your slick, glistening pussy... Your back is nice and arched, every muscle defined... I'm grabbing you by your waist... Uuuhhhh... Feels so good...".

"Aaaaaaaaahhh... Oh... My... God... You're gonna make me come...".

"Heh... What are you doing to yourself? I know you're doing something, you dirty bitch...".

"Oooooooohhh... I'm fucking my pussy... Wishing it was you... Wanting you inside me... I'm touching my clit... And... And... Shoving my... Fingers in my... Tender hole, oh... Oh... God...".

"What baby? Are you gonna come for me?".

"I... Wanna... Come... Pleeeeeaaase... Make me come...".

"Not yet... Not without me, you're not allowed to come...".

"Oooohh, "C"... Pleeeeaase don't do that... Please... Tell me what you want...".

"Uuuuuhhh... Play with your nipples... Make them really stiff... I wanna take my prick and rub it all over those beautiful tits ...".

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnhhhh... Hhh... I wish you could suck them... I want you to tell me... Aaaaahh... What you want...".

"Nnnnnnnnnnnn... I wish I was with you too... On top of you... God... I've got my cock in my... Hand... And my... My... Other one is... Squeezing... Oooooh... My balls... "M" - I wanna shoot...".

"You wanna come with... Me? Shoot that load all over me? Let me... Pleeeeease... Let me...".

"Play with your clit... Stroke it... "Cause I'm gonna... Gonna come... Uuuhh, goddammit...".

"Oh yeah... Yes... Yes... Yessss... YESSSS! YEEEESSSSS!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!".

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh... UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!! You BITCH! YOU BEAUTIFUL BIIIIIIITTTTTTTCCCCCCH!".

"OH! I'M... I'M... COMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNG!!!... Guuuuuuhhh... Oh shhhhiiit!".

"FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCK!!! Uuuunnnnnnhh... Babyyyy...".

*SILENCE*

"Hello?... Are you there?".

"Oh, GOD!".

"You OK?".

"Yes... Oh GOD, yes! Are you?".

"Mmmmmmmm... I'm PERFECT... You know you give great phone...".

"Thank you "C"... So do you...".

"(*Laughter*) You can stop calling me that now... We're way beyond that, I think...".

"Hey, that was YOUR idea, silly... A very good one, I might add...".

"Really? You liked that? I like it better when you call out my whole name...".

"Nah! it made everything more spontaneous... More authentic... I must agree though, I love it when you say my name too...".

"You must look so beautiful right now... I can't WAIT to see you next week...".

"I'm counting the days, my Christopher...".

"Stop it... You're gonna make me hard again... You wore me out tonight, woman...".

"Is that a promise?".

"DAMN! You're SUCH a tease...".

"Chris?".

"Mmmmmmm...?".

"I love you so much...".

"Mmmmmmm... I love you too, my Lady... My Michele...".

"Same time tomorrow night, Lover?".

"Ummm-hmmm... It's a date, until next week... When we can do this in person...".

"'Kay... Get some sleep, make some music, and get here... So you can be with me...".

"Among other things...".

"Fresh bastard...".

(*Laughter*)

"Goodnight, my baby...".

"Goodnight, Lady...".

*CLICK*

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