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The icon bounces upon her desktop, indicating she has mail.

She’s sitting at her desk, face cupped in her right hand, cheeks burning with fluster, elbows resting on the hard edge. Her expression echoes a resemblance of a dreamy schoolgirl, lost in thoughts of naughtiness, debauchery, of things to come. Secrets hidden amongst hormones. Newness. Her panties already damp with His words, thoughts already drenched in desire, possibilities.

She downloads His attachment, and presses play, her heart beating, threatening to defy her and jump right out of her chest. The anticipation is dreadful and delicious in the same token. Breath caught in her throat the moment she hears His voice.

Oh God.

Pins and needles of desire spear at every part of her, beckoning her forth, coupled with the complexity of reality. Does He want me badly enough? Is this how we’ll play the game? Am I joining an army of minions? I bet He has handfuls of others, tucked away around the globe … She reminds herself of the personal gift before her, tailored for her, and hushes her thoughts back to the message, her script of lust, of His.

The accent. The description of His desire. The way He pronounces His vowels ~ all of it. It takes her with full force, pulls her under, leaving her gasping and in want of more. A lone heart beating, drumming in accumulated aphrodisia. Palms sweaty, her body tingles at the thought of Him merely touching her with the lightest of gestures. Every part of her is alive, heat emanating from her core.

But how much more? What can He give that’s not already there?

She silences those thoughts from her mind, and delves into the thick abyss that is known just as Him. Immersed in delight, swimming in sensual Zen.

Just press PLAY.

With eagerness, she listens again to the voice message that He’s left, fit for her ears only. He describes in detail of how He wants her, to take her – to fuck her with abandon. Dirty, lustful thoughts coat her mind and seep into her body, liquid amber marching into every part of her being. Unbuttoning pants, hand in her hair, pulling … tugging at auburn locks that shimmer in dim light ~ He’s started to paint a picture rich in possibility, and now it’s her turn to provide the palette, the colour, the body of their delight. To highlight His need and hers, to meld the two into one.

She thinks about His fingers running the length of her milky thighs, finally reaching her damp, panty sodden mound. A gasp escapes her scarlet mouth when she entertains thoughts of Him pulling her undergarments aside, sampling what is hers, to be offered for His pleasure. Both His fingers and mouth plunder her with focus, constructing her with peaked strokes ~ A furtive mission. She watches below as His tongue bathes her in ecstatic joy, moans escaping her in betrayal, giving Him ammunition to continue in his quest to hear her submit to Him. In heady surrender, she hears the metallic zip of pants falling to the floor, and hides her satisfaction amidst their clothes lain in a bare heap beneath them.

Just press PLAY.

Stripped of material armour, she has nothing to give, but her body as expiation ~ A confirmation of their duel lust. With a hoarse whisper, she begs Him to enter, pleads, to thrust into her fully, to give all ~ for His want and need to break the space and boundary between them. He casually grazes at her hardened nipples, asking her again what she wants, licking and pinching her, tweaking her to His likeness. The bastard. Begging won’t nearly appease an appetite of such voracity.

Just press PLAY.

In a moment of desperation, she throws herself on top of Him, showering kisses on His face and torso, biting and licking at His neck, delighting in salty pleasure. Leaning back, she takes Him to the hilt, throbbing cock filling her, pulsing within her, gasps hissing from her mouth, matching the rocking of her pelvis. Her hands wandering over her breasts, squeezing at her nipples, the sound of her lust only inflaming their desire, their union, their space, their fuck. Her cunt spasms over His cock, forcing Him to plummet over the edge and fall into His own orgasm, waves of bliss shuddering through His body, rendering Him weak in silence.

In the dark, she reaches for the keyboard…

Just press PLAY.

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