what I told him afterward

You're like god
but better.

phone sex

We were both on trips.  It was our first separation since we got together six months ago.  How did it go?  It went horribly.  Sometimes he didn't call when he said he would.  And once he hung up on me when some people walked into the room.  I felt unloved, like a low priority, without him, despondent, miserable.  I didn't know what to do.  I wrote him emails.  I wrote him a letter.  Sometimes he did call when he said he would.  But every time he was supposed to call, I got anxious.  Would he, this time?  It was terrible.

But after his conference, he was in the hotel lobby waiting until it was time for his taxi to come pick him up and take him to the train station.  I was at my parents' house.  It was around two in the morning his time.  I had been lying in bed, touching my nipples, as I waited for him to call me.

"How many times have you masturbated since you left on your trip?" I asked.

"Zero," he said.

"Oh my god!" I said.  "Why?"

"There's been no time," he said.

"Not in the shower?" I asked.

"No," he said.  Then he asked, "How about you?"

"Zero," I said.  I'd had no privacy until then.  And nothing sexy was going on.  I had been on a trip with my best friend E who is an ex but from so long ago it was a lifetime ago.  Our last night together, we lay in our respective hotel room beds telling secrets.  We did talk about sex, and it was a little titillating, but that's it for sexiness.

"Zero until now," I added.  He was in the hotel lobby, which was abandoned, and I touched my nipples again.

How did we begin having phone sex?  I reached into my underwear and started touching my slick clitoris, moaning quietly, saying his name, hoping my parents couldn't hear.  It had been...about five days, five or six days, since I had last come--this after our usual habit of sex every day.

"I love you," I said.  "I want you."

"I've loved you for a long time," he said.

He asked me if I could imagine him kissing me.  He told me, "I want to put my cock inside you."

"I want that too," I said, and I whimpered.

At one point some tourists came into the hotel lobby.  I heard their loud voices.  I can't remember what language they were speaking.  He moved away from them.

It was very quickly that I was coming, and I cried out for him as the waves of pleasure flowed through my body.  "Aw!" he said as I came.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you," he said.  "Now I'm cuddling you.  Now I'm petting your hair."

"Thank you," I said.

I was alone in the bed.  But I felt like he was with me.  In a way he was.

It was our first time having phone sex.  I'm hoping it was our last because I never want to be separated from him ever again.