An instantaneous jolt startled his senses as the all too familiar chime resounded. Sneaking a quick peek, he knew it had to be her. His heart began to race as he realized she’d not only sent a picture this time but a video as well. It took every bit of his willpower not to rush upstairs and have a listen. She seemed to know exactly how to get into his head in an overwhelming and compelling way. His mind begged him to resist her, and yet his cock had already begun to swell. The picture she’d sent was invading the last reasonable parts of his mind, and he knew he had to have her. With a quick glance around, he figured he had a good ten minutes before his wife got home. With the kids downstairs, it meant there was plenty of time to have a bit of fun.
It was strange to him how she could always turn him on so quickly. Nobody had ever managed to cause his body to react like this and make him feel this way. The mere thought of her caused him to react in ways that seemed so foreign to him. She left him feeling exhilarated and sometimes even dizzy. She was intoxicating, and he could never get enough of her. As soon as he reached his room, he pulled out his phone once more. She was simply breathtaking, and in some ways, he had trouble understanding her insatiable desire for him. But there she was, day after day, reminding him of just how much she adored him; telling him all the reasons why she couldn’t resist his sexy charms.
With a quick message back, asking if she was still there, he waited as patiently as he could. Without fail she responded, and it fascinated him how she always seemed to be there, vying for his time, eager to please his every need and craving. Her sweet response caused his cock to grow even harder, and he hoped he’d lure her devious side out as well. Fully aroused, he decided to show her just what she was doing to him, and so with his hard throbbing cock in hand, he began to stroke himself. Her reaction to his recording sent a flood of lusty thoughts straight to his brain, and he started to imagine all that she was likely doing to herself on the other end of the phone. He knew those thoughts alone would send him over the edge. She somehow managed to make him cum every single time.
He could always feel her, giving herself over to him more and more each time they played. She was passionate and intense and completely beholden to him. The connection they had was undeniable, and the cum dripping from the tip of his cock was further proof. He knew he’d never fully understand how their bond had formed so suddenly, and at this point, he didn’t care. She had given herself over to him, told him that she was his and his alone, and he felt the depth of her words resonating in his own heart and soul. She belonged to him now, and his entire being finally understood what his mind still couldn’t seem to comprehend. She was his, his to own, and the thought caused a sly smile to form across his face as the words, “Honey I’m home…” echoed from downstairs.
© C.C. Bloom 2018