She called.....

last night, Saturday, on a cold and windy evening.

She wanted me to play her, and play her hard. Now, I know what most of you are thinking....

sex over the phone. "That's just not for me..not even close to being real".

Maybe, or maybe you just don't know how to drive a woman wild....

the words to use...the words that describe the smells, the sounds, the touch of you hand on her soft skin.

You want to be an artist...

an artist working on a masterpiece..then standing back and admiring your work in complete satisfaction. I met her here....

I emailed her...

she took a month to get back to me, but she did.

She wants it this way..no personal contact, not ever....just the phone or by messaging. I eyes still tear up alittle when thinking about her restrictions on me....

but she is right, and I will always go with her wishes...

we will never meet. She is HOT....

a total woman...

a womans woman....

a woman most on here would envy. I described in detail everything I was doing to her...the soft touch of my wet tongue on her hard nipples, the fingers running down her flat stomach, the sounds my fingers made playing with that soft spot inside her wet softness. The smells that were in the air..the smells of her own wetness. The sound and feel of my balls slapping her softness while she was on all fours...while my hard length was thrusting in and out of her tight soft place. The pain she felt with my fingers pinching her errect nipples.....the pleasure. She started cumming for me...first slowly...and then with powerful orgasims coming faster...

one right after the other.....

Too many....

too fast....

she started to slip away....

in a place sometimes referred to as "sub space" .....

a place where she was lost in complete and total satisfaction. A dangerous place... I reached out to her and pulled her back to me....

held her close to me ....

tightly....

gently.....

and she smiled.