Page 70 of Lovestruck at Sundown
Hearing how the front door snicked shut, I searched for a photo online of Pinocchio with the longest nose possible and sent it to William.
Thankfully, Vesna had left.
W.S.:Hahaha. Ok, you got me. I do have something else
in mind. Is your vibrator charged?
Me:It is. And that’s an excellent idea. I’ll talk to you later. Bye!
W.S.:Don’t you dare.
I pulled my vibrator from my nightstand drawer and checked the battery level. It was a little over 70%. Perfect.
Me:This is all your fault. I miss you too much, and I need a release. Don’t worry. I’ll think of you when I use it. I always do. Be right back.
I loved teasing him and knowing that even if he knew I was joking, it still got him all hot and bothered.
W.S.:Grab the vibrator and do as I say.
Me:Aren’t you at work and surrounded by people?
W.S.:I am. But I’m going to tell you exactly what I want you to do with it while I wait to be called back. Which can be any minute now, so don’t waste any more time trying to fight me over this.
Me:I thought I was the bossy one.
W.S.:Guille, please, baby. I need this.
And I needed it too. I missed him so much that being able to have these types of long-distance interactions really helped to soothe the pulsing desire to have him when I couldn’t. So I got off the bed, stripped down, and replied.
Me:Tell me what you want me to do.
W.S.:Take off your clothes.
Me:Already did.
W.S.:Fuck.
Me:Anything else?
W.S.:Touch yourself a little bit.
Me:Already am.
Typing with one hand was challenging, and took me longer to reply, but I was managing.
W.S.:Ok, maybe I didn’t think this through. I’m bursting out
of the seams. Literally.
Me:This was your idea.
W.S.:How wet are you?
Me:Soaked.
My phone rang seconds later. It was William, so I took the call and placed it on speakerphone on the bed beside me.
“Hey.” His voice was low and breathy. “I escaped to my trailer. They can come look for me if they need me, for all I care.”
