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TalkShopGirl:I’m going to set the phone down on my chest to finish.
DCFox:Think of me pinning you to the desk.
DCFox:Driving my cock into you.
DCFox:Giving you everything you need while taking what I want.
I close my eyes and squeeze myself as the Maggie in my mind shifts to her knees and is below me. I hold my dick out for her and my knees shake as I imagine her swallowing me. A sweat breaks out across my back.
I inhale, my dick swells, and the image changes. Maggie is back on the desk, naked except for the black heels propped on the edge.
Imagination Austin steps between her thighs and she reaches up to grasp me by the shoulders. I pump myself aggressively as I imagine sinking into her bare. Holding her by the crook of her neck and slinging her heels over my shoulder. Roughly returning everything she gives me. Watching her face splinter with building tension.
Her ocean blue eyes widen under me as I fuck my hand and explode my release as her head falls back in my imagination.
DCFox:TalkShopGirl, are you still with me?
TalkShopGirl:Yes. I’m here. Just breathing.Smiling. Satisfied.
I slowly glide over my deflating erection before letting it hang heavy between my legs. I’ll shower in a minute but for now I want to imagine snuggling up with a woman. Maggie.
DCFox:I think we’re killing this SMS Connect thing.
TalkShopGirl:I agree.
DCFox:Good night, TalkShopGirl.
TalkShopGirl:Good night, DCFox. ;)
I smile to myself before sliding out of bed. I was wound up after being at Maggie’s but this impromptu session confirmed that TalkShopGirl and I are compatible beyond the words we exchange.
Did we just cross a line? Will we be able to go back to our normal exchanges? I can’t even fathom what it’ll be like to meet her for the first time.
I let out a deep exhale before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. For one moment I allow myself to worry that meeting TalkShopGirl will leave me wanting.
Wanting someone like Maggie Collins.
???
Even after a satisfying shower, I couldn’t get Maggie’s impassioned words out of my head. I channeled her influence into some research. Sure as shit, she was right. Not that I’msurprised. She hardly seems like the type to say things that aren't true. Especially about something she's so passionate about.
And all this women empowerment research has me walking into my sister's room.
"Elle, did you know that women do business better than men?" I ask as I sit down on the stool she has next to her closet so she can reach the top shelf.
"No shit they do, but why are you suddenly discovering this?"
"I just heard some stats tonight that got me thinking."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, it's not a big deal."
"Does it have something to do with why you came home and got in the shower right away?" She snickers as she tilts her head inquisitively.
"You weren't home, how'd you know I went to the shower right away?"
“Austin, I was sitting at the dining table. I said hello. You just marched awkwardly to your room without noticing me at all." I don't appreciate the look Elle is giving me.
