those!”
“All of you, baby. Come on now. Spread your legs. Be a good girl for me. Do as you’re told and take the pic.”
Hmm.
Chapter Four
Self Pity-Pen
I t was well into the wee hours of the morning that we talked on the phone and played naked picture tag until of course, he wanted the really naughty one. Of course, I never sent it mainly because I never do things that I’m told to “be a good girl” and do. “I’m woman hear me roar!” I thought it was inappropriate. First and foremost I am a lady. I have my limits. If he had kept on just begging I probably would have come close but never caved. But since he added a little attitude, he not only didn’t get it but it ended the conversation.
Funny how the sound of his voice wishing I was right there beside him, smothering him in kisses and allowing him to feel up my every curve was nice to hear. I missed that sort of attention from a man. All of the pictures he sent me were thrilling and left nothing to the imagination so yeah, I giggled a lot over those! Dude was seriously hung! Mother Nature wasn’t paying attention when she built his parts; A little freakish yet somehow intriguing. If I only had pictures such as those back in my slumber party days to share with my girlfriends, we would have had great fun dissecting him! Can’t you just imagine a group of us girls giggling and comparing him to those nude guys in those magazines? Not that we ever did stuff like that. Nope, not us.
I never knew phone sex could be so exhausting, though! I was worn out from the pretend sex we had together on the phone. The only buzz kill was I was still alone when I hung up on him; Just me and my pink silky thong panties lying on the floor staring at me as if I had just done something so unruly they couldn’t bear to look at me. Truth was they were jealous they were left out of all the fun. I smiled really wide and left them lying there reminding them they are not always needed especially in moments such as this and then resumed my scrolling back through all the pictures he had sent me.
After deleting several hundred of not so pretty ones, I felt the need to catch some shut-eye before the morning sun arrived. I made a final trip, tip-toeing to the bathroom then returning back to my warm spot in my bed. I passed by my silky thong again lying patiently on the floor waiting to find its way back upon my curves. I smiled again remembering the naughty feeling I had when I first slipped them off and denied their request. It was appropriate to leave them there just to seal the naughtiness of the eventful night with the handsome stranger on the phone.
Sometimes even good girls need to feel naughty. It doesn’t mean they are bad girls, it just means they are human. That was my first sometime in a very long time. And a time unlike any other I had ever experienced. I had hope as I drifted off to sleep I could have a repeat of those moments on the phone. I needed that feeling I felt when I first slipped off those panties again. It was exhilarating! The guy was another one I had met online. Our profiles matched up quite beautifully at ninety-five percent. He loves football; I love football. He drives a truck; I drive a truck. He has dark hair and big brown eyes; well, so do I. He seemed well established and far in his career field but he seemed to travel a lot. This week he was in DC. I didn’t mind he was calling while he was away or suggesting our phone sex. I actually enjoyed the attention. I was hoping to have had a few dates with him before things got so personal, though. I guess we just had an easy connection so getting down to naughty was quite easy to do for both of us. Well, at least it was easy over the phone. I’m not so sure I would have jumped to taking my panties off that quickly in person. I am just
“All of you, baby. Come on now. Spread your legs. Be a good girl for me. Do as you’re told and take the pic.”
Hmm.
Chapter Four
Self Pity-Pen
I t was well into the wee hours of the morning that we talked on the phone and played naked picture tag until of course, he wanted the really naughty one. Of course, I never sent it mainly because I never do things that I’m told to “be a good girl” and do. “I’m woman hear me roar!” I thought it was inappropriate. First and foremost I am a lady. I have my limits. If he had kept on just begging I probably would have come close but never caved. But since he added a little attitude, he not only didn’t get it but it ended the conversation.
Funny how the sound of his voice wishing I was right there beside him, smothering him in kisses and allowing him to feel up my every curve was nice to hear. I missed that sort of attention from a man. All of the pictures he sent me were thrilling and left nothing to the imagination so yeah, I giggled a lot over those! Dude was seriously hung! Mother Nature wasn’t paying attention when she built his parts; A little freakish yet somehow intriguing. If I only had pictures such as those back in my slumber party days to share with my girlfriends, we would have had great fun dissecting him! Can’t you just imagine a group of us girls giggling and comparing him to those nude guys in those magazines? Not that we ever did stuff like that. Nope, not us.
I never knew phone sex could be so exhausting, though! I was worn out from the pretend sex we had together on the phone. The only buzz kill was I was still alone when I hung up on him; Just me and my pink silky thong panties lying on the floor staring at me as if I had just done something so unruly they couldn’t bear to look at me. Truth was they were jealous they were left out of all the fun. I smiled really wide and left them lying there reminding them they are not always needed especially in moments such as this and then resumed my scrolling back through all the pictures he had sent me.
After deleting several hundred of not so pretty ones, I felt the need to catch some shut-eye before the morning sun arrived. I made a final trip, tip-toeing to the bathroom then returning back to my warm spot in my bed. I passed by my silky thong again lying patiently on the floor waiting to find its way back upon my curves. I smiled again remembering the naughty feeling I had when I first slipped them off and denied their request. It was appropriate to leave them there just to seal the naughtiness of the eventful night with the handsome stranger on the phone.
Sometimes even good girls need to feel naughty. It doesn’t mean they are bad girls, it just means they are human. That was my first sometime in a very long time. And a time unlike any other I had ever experienced. I had hope as I drifted off to sleep I could have a repeat of those moments on the phone. I needed that feeling I felt when I first slipped off those panties again. It was exhilarating! The guy was another one I had met online. Our profiles matched up quite beautifully at ninety-five percent. He loves football; I love football. He drives a truck; I drive a truck. He has dark hair and big brown eyes; well, so do I. He seemed well established and far in his career field but he seemed to travel a lot. This week he was in DC. I didn’t mind he was calling while he was away or suggesting our phone sex. I actually enjoyed the attention. I was hoping to have had a few dates with him before things got so personal, though. I guess we just had an easy connection so getting down to naughty was quite easy to do for both of us. Well, at least it was easy over the phone. I’m not so sure I would have jumped to taking my panties off that quickly in person. I am just
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