Aural Sex (seeking one F)

[ezwriter]

Aural Sex (closed for Ambrosia Caress and me)

OOC: Looking for one female to share an obscene-caller-turns-phone-relationship-turns-??? fantasy. PM to join.


IC

9:51. Kind of late for a call, she thought, crossing to the phone. No ID either. But, at this hour, maybe it was an emergency. She picked up the receiver warily.

"Hello?" she answered.

A deep, hoarse throaty sigh filled her ear. "Mmmmmm..." and then in a low hoarse murmur, "You looked so lovely today. Soooo hot." And then the line clicked off. The alarming buzz of the dial tone receded as her trembling hand replaced the receiver on the cradle.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Mmmmmm..." and then in a low hoarse murmur, "You looked so lovely today. Soooo hot."

Angel stood in her darkened living room, her fingers tight about the phone receiver... She had half expected the silence she had come to know, the last half dozen calls, this late at night, and later, had been nothing but silence. But now, now He was talking, if you could call that low whisper talking...

She slammed the phone down... biting her lower lip to keep from saying something back to Him... then His words hit her... He said she looked....hot... today... had He seen her??? As she made her way back into the dark bedroom her mind replayed the days events... work at the courthouse, what had she worn today?? Oh yes, just her long black skirt and white blouse with the lace tank top underneath... then the trip to the library, the grocery store and home.. she had gone for a walk after dinner... but she hardly looked hot in her shorts and tee.. at least that was what she thought...

Laying back down with a sigh, eyes closing, she let herself relax.. as long as she did not talk to whoever it was, he would stop calling her... right??

Angel in Candle Light

Angel Sterling
20
long dark chocolate brown hair
golden eyes

She is just out on her own, this being her first apartment.. her family lives close by.... very conservative parents and an older sister..

 

[ezwriter]

The next night

9:53. The phone rings four times before the answering machine clicks on and Angel's voice invites me to leave a message. She might be out. But most likely she's staring at the machine and its blinking light as I tell her:

"First, I will take you by the hair and wind it firmly around my fist."

Click.

Dial Tone.


The Caller
Male
Identity, age, physical description unknown for now.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she had just walked in the door, closing it with a soft thud behind her, clicking the lock... the phone's dying ring echoing in the silence of her apartment.. she heard her own voice...

"Hi, this is Angel, leave me a message at the beepedty beep and I'll give you a call back just as soon as I can, have a great day or night, depending on what time it is"

She heard the musical beep....
Then she heard His voice... again...

"First, I will take you by the hair and wind it firmly around my fist."

Her eyes widen, and she slammed her hand onto the machine to shut it off... the whole of her form trembling..

Her night had started out as fun, dinner with her friends, couple of drinks at the local bar, the Cat's Tail that she liked to hang out when the spirit moved her... an early night yes, but fun, until now....

Taking a deep breath, she made her way into the kitchen, turning on the light and putting the teakettle on...

"I need a cup of tea" she told herself as she sat down at the table to look thru her mail, glancing at the clock..

It was 10:01 pm.... ~

 

[ezwriter]

The next night

He waited for the beep.

"And then, Angel, I will pull you close and, with one strong yank, shred the front of that pretty lace blouse...

"Do you want to know what's next, my pet? Then pick up the phone..."

"No? Hmmmmm."

"Until tomorrow then. Sleep tight."

Click.

The New Message light blinked red.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The phone rang again, and she just stared at it, not making a move to answer, not getting up from the table..

*bbbeeeeeeppppp*

"And then, Angel, I will pull you close and, with one strong yank, shred the front of that pretty lace blouse...
Do you want to know what's next, my pet? Then pick up the phone..."

Her eyes went wide as she looked down at that very lace blouse that she was wearing.. black lace, one of her favorites... she was shaking so badly, she could not even pick up her cup of tea..

Who was this man, and why was He doing this to her???

She had almost picked up the phone then, to demand Him to stop... to beg Him to stop... something....

"Until tomorrow then. Sleep tight."

*Click *

Tomorrow night?? He was going to call again tomorrow night??? Angel sat and finally calmed enough to finish her tea... all the while, His words rang in her mind... Lace blouse..... my pet.... He even knew her name.. Angel.. and now, now He was going to call tomorrow night...

Should she answer? Should she not?

That night was not a restful one for Angel, she glad that the next day was Saturday... she never would have been able to go to work and concentrate while she thought about Him calling again... she laid in bed, thinking... should she talk to Him? Should she call the police? Tell a friend? Tell her Father?? By the time she fell asleep, it was 4:30 in the morning.. she did not wake up til after 2 that afternoon....

She put the call out of her head and took a shower, before going out for a afternoon jog... she wearing her black shorts and a bright yellow Tee... her still damp dark hair pulled back into a pony tail...for the first 1/2 mile she looked at everyone she passed, stopped and peered behind her, looked for a car that may be following... seeing nothing suspicious, she turned into the Park and relaxed, letting the quiet of the afternoon, accented by the sunshine and the kids she saw playing soothe her.. she even paused and got herself an ice cream, before jogging back home...

Evening approached, and as it got later, and later, she stripped and put on her comfy bathrobe... she called her older sister, Bethany, and chatted with her... but not telling her of the strange phone calls.... as 9:30 approached, she found herself pacing her apartment, wrapping her arms around herself.. ~

 

[ezwriter]

9:48 p.m.

One ring...
Two rings...
Three...
Four...
Angel's answering machine switches on, inviting him to leave a message.

"Good evening, Angel. I hope you're well. When last I spoke, I told you how I'd rip your blouse open. How splendid your breasts would look inside your brassiere... And as I press my fingertips to the lacy cups, your sweet pink nipples stiffen under my touch.

"And when I slide my hand inside your panties, your slit is moist, trickling for me.

"Isn't it, Angel?

"It's okay if you want to touch yourself now. It's okay if you want to pick up the phone and talk to me... Not because I want you to. Because you do."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

9:50pm

~ the phone had rung, and she had froze, standing in place, unable to execute the simple act of reaching down and picking up the jingling receiver...

The answering machine clicked on, Angel holding her breath... then she heard His voice... her eyes again staring at the phone as He spoke to her...

"It's okay if you want to touch yourself now. It's okay if you want to pick up the phone and talk to me... Not because I want you to. Because you do."

you want to pick up the phone and talk to me...

She indeed did pick up the phone, still standing there in the middle of her living room....

"who... who are You... " she manages to stammer, desperately trying to get a hold of her voice, to calm herself down... "and how do You know ME?????"

She hoped, prayed, that the voice on the other end would say... "hahaha... fooled you" and it would all be a joke of some kind... or maybe that, hearing the voice in her ear and not over the distortion of the machine, that the voice would sound... familiar?? ~

 

[ezwriter]

"who... who are You... " she manages to stammer, desperately trying to get a hold of her voice, to calm herself down... "and how do You know ME?????"

"Mmmmmmm, I knew you'd pick up," the voice murmured. "Yes, good questions, my love... 'Who am I?'

"...I'm the voice inside you. The one you try to tune out, because I tell you things you don't want to hear. They call you 'Angel' and "Good girl,' but we both know what you really are. Only a filthy slut listens night after night to a man leaving obscene messages on her phone, hoping he'll call back. You're a big girl now; you can't pretend the voice doesn't exist anymore.

" 'How do I know you?' My darling... the things we want in life - we can choose to do them or not do them, but we cannot hide them. I see what you are...what you want to become.

"Go ahead, now. Put your hand to your aching slit. Tend to your desire."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Angel was not sure what she expected when she picked up that phone... but what He said certainly was not it...

She went silent, but did not hang the phone up right away.. maybe she should have... but she could not seem to get herself to move for many minutes as the words snaked around in her mind...

Finally she managed to hang the phone up... with a soft *click*.. she did not slam it down like perhaps another would.. she did not scream obscenties at Him... she seemed to go numb... Angel had never had a guy call her, never been spoken to that way... and her face flared with color as she replayed His words in her mind...

"filthy slut listens night after night to a man leaving obscene messages on her phone, hoping he'll call back"

"Put your hand to your aching slit. Tend to your desire."

 

[ezwriter]

At work, the next day...

"This is Angel," she answered, while busy with some paperwork.

"First, you listened; then you picked up the phone; that was brave. You stayed on the line longer than I expected. But I wonder, Angel, did you finger yourself as I suggested?"

"Tonight, you'll talk to me. And tell me how it excites you."

Click

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she hung up the phone, staring... He had her work number... He knew where she worked.. and hell.. she worked in a courthouse...

She went pale... who was this and why.. why was He stalking her this way???

She was barely able to function at work the rest of the afternoon.. and left an hour early...

She walked home... again more nervous than usual.. wondering if He could see her.. was watching her... following her... she looked at her outfit.. nothing all that spectacular... black pants, and a red blouse... her dark hair tied back with a red ribbon...would He mention it? She had the distinct feeling He indeed was watching her... as she walked into her apartment...

Her phone was ringing as the unlocked the door, causing her to look at the clock.. it was only 4:35.. much too early.. answering it, she did not say anything right away, suddenly afraid it was Him....

But it was her Father, calling to day Hi and check up on her... "want to come to dinner?" he asked... Angel declined.. she was not hungry and much too nervous to be around her family, they would know something was bothering her...

She took a long hot bath... letting the steamy water relax her... she then laid down, intending to read a book... but instead, she fell asleep...

It was the ringing of the phone that woke her up ~

 

[ezwriter]

"Pick up the phone, my little whore," the deep, gruff voice challenged from the phone machine.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she managed to get out into her living room just as she heard His voice....

"Pick up the phone, my little whore,"

She indeed did pick up the phone...

"Don't call me that... please" she said quietly, still wondering why she was answering the phone.. "what.. what is it You want.. how do You know me?????"

She sat down on couch, curling her legs under her, trying to stop her shaking... that deep chilling trembling that seemed to grip her... ~

 

[ezwriter]

"Take a deep breath, Angel. Calm yourself. There's nothing to be frightened of. Fix yourself some tea if you'd like.

"As far as what I want, I think that's pretty clear. Let's talk about what you want..."

 

[ezwriter]

"I think you want to be kneeling on the floor, hands taped behind your back and my thick, hard dick shoved deep in your mouth. I think you want to submit to the terrible desires you feel. I think you want to pick up the phone and surrender to me."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she had gone silent, but had not hung up the phone. Listening to His voice, and the obscene, no, wait, erotic, yes erotic things He said to her...

It was like He had gotten into her head, into her dreams...

"why, why are You saying those things to me.. ?" she asked, almost innocently... she had managed to get her voice under control, but still her body shook... her heart was pounding...

In her mind she could see just what He said... she on the floor.. on her knees.. hands bound behind her back... helpless.. He standing before her... or at least a man.. she had no idea what He looked like.. His hand wrapped into her hair, the length of His cock being pushed past her lips and into her mouth as she struggles to not gag... her mouth wet... warm... tongue cradling Him ~

 

[ezwriter]

"...My other hand reaches down to pluck your delicate pink nipple, firmly pincing you between my fingertips. And the harder I squeeze and punish your tender flesh, the more carefully and reverently you suck my dick...

"These are the things you want to do, the words you want to give voice to, my Angel. ...But until you're strong enough, I will say them for you."

 

[ezwriter]

"...Strip down to your panties for me, Angel. And describe each garment for me as you remove it."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She should have hung up... but didn't... perhaps that was a mistake. But instead of slamming the phone down and then maybe calling the cops, not that they could do anything, she whispered into the phone...

She pulled her robe tighter about her trembling body..

"I'm not wearing any panties, just my robe"

At least He could not see her inside her apartment. That was a good thing, right??

 

[ezwriter]

"I'm not wearing any panties, just my robe"

"Oh Angel," he murmured gruffly. "My little slut Angel. You were waiting for my call. You've already undressed for me..."

"Open your robe now. Don't be shy. Let it slip off your shoulders..."

"I want you to do something for me. I want you to get a hair clip and pin your hair up. Then take the phone, go to your full-length mirror and kneel down in front of it."

"Tell me when you're ready to continue, child."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she blinked, staring at the phone. He wanted her to what? She said nothing for what felt like many many minutes...

"I.. can't" she whispered.. her face blushing a bright red at just the thought of what He wanted her to do... yet the thought was...

She felt herself getting wet... and gasped slightly, looking at her own body and then at the phone...

"no, no no" she hung up, not slamming it down, just hanging it up. The idea that what He had said had, excited her, even just a little, was shameful... what was the matter with her... she was a good girl....

She sat on the couch, staring at the phone, as if willing it to ring again.... ~

 

[ezwriter]

24 hours...

His next call came the next night at the usual time. Twenty four hours after she'd refused him, hung up on him and then sat trembling, perched on the edge of the sofa, regarding the phone, contemplating his motives, questioning her own. After a vigil in the living room, came a sleepless night, a restless, distracted day at work - the charge of adrenaline in her throat anytime her office and then, later on, home phone rang.

Until it rang at 9:51.

"Angel, it's time we differentiate what you "can't" do from what you "won't let yourself" do. This anguish you're feeling... It's your need crying out. You can't silence it by ignoring it... by hanging up on it. It will just get louder and louder and haunt you and ultimately control you.

"The only peace is surrender, sweet Angel."

He paused and listened to her soft, shuddering inhalations through the phone line.

"Tell me what you're wearing right now."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ one ring... two rings... three rings.... Angel reached over and answered the phone, she had moved it into her room, next to her bed. She felt alittle less nervous in there. Safer.

"Angel, it's time we differentiate what you "can't" do from what you "won't let yourself" do. This anguish you're feeling... It's your need crying out. You can't silence it by ignoring it... by hanging up on it. It will just get louder and louder and haunt you and ultimately control you."

"The only peace is surrender, sweet Angel."

She said nothing, not even hello, yet she did not hang up.. instead listening to His deep, commanding, dominating voice....

"Tell me what you're wearing right now."

She actually looked down at herself as she sat on her bed...

Her voice was a soft whisper, a petal drifting on a gentle summer breeze... "I'm wearing a white tee shirt and white panties." That was her preferred sleeping clothes, unless she slept nude, which she often did...

"You.... " she started, then stopped, unsure what to say to Him, or how to say it.. ~

 

[ezwriter]

"I'm wearing a white tee shirt and white panties."

"Good girl. And underneath their skimpy cover those firm, luscious tits and that sweet moist pussy of yours are waiting for me. You know how your body turns men on, Angel. ...How it makes a man's cock hard and thick. It makes me want to take you Angel...take your body and make it mine...

"Slide your hand under your shirt now. Play with your pretty pink nipples for me. I bet they're stiff and tight. Do it Angel."