The Phone Rang.

[Mischka]

I had to answer it. He knew that. It rang again. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down. I arched towards the phone. He thrust into me. Pounded into me. Time stopped. The phone's ring faded to a distant whisper. The only thing that mattered in that moment was feeling him inside of me, on top of me, eyes boring into mine, smiling, intense.

God, sex is fantastic.

 

[Que]

Loved the vignette.

 

[cleaver]

the phone rang

he would never answer it, now;
which she knew....

but the thought that he might...

that she'd steal into just a small bit more of his live time

got her off
in a way

that....

were he to pick up the receiver
giving her the precious moments
she had not quite thought out past the numerous unanswered rings...

crushing into the
fragile
solid
well established
no;

she would totally blow those precious moments
yet again;
getting even less
than before, from it.



she was what she was
and
he'd already mistakenly fucked
what she more than clearly wasn't.

 

[SuprSalor]

Well... At least I know now why you didn't answer.. *sigh*

 

[Que]

"But I have to answer..." she protested weakly, reaching for the phone...

"Or else what?" he grinned, pinning her wrists, knowing the force applied hurt, just a bit.

"He knows I am home and expecting his call. I have to answer."

"Fine," moving his large hand from her wrists to her throat, "let him listen."

Backhanding the phone off the nightstand he wondered who has a land line anymore? It fell to the braided rag rug with a thud and the clang of mistreatment and the handset clattered across the hardwood floor beyond.

She squeaked something as his grip tightened, just a bit but it wasn't a greeting. He eased up the pressure a bit as her face became a little mottled and increased the violence of his thrusts into her. She forgot the phone and the caller and herself so that as he finally released her throat when he sensed she was beginning to ride that wave she became very, very vocal and continued to be through each ever-increasing peak.

The phone never made the urgent "off the hook" signal indicating that the other party had terminated. Let him listen, indeed... he thought smugly to himself as they lay sated. He languidly reached for the phone, gathered in the handset by the cord and nonchalantly replaced it.

 

[Mischka]

That was a delicious spin, query. My quick jot was fueled by whimsy and rye, but yours gave enough details to paint a much better scene.

Cleaver, such raw emotion.

SuprSalor, do you blame me?

 

[islandman]

That was me calling go see if you were up for a quickie.....

Timing, it's everything.

 

[eyer]

I had to answer it. He knew that. It rang again. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down. I arched towards the phone. He thrust into me. Pounded into me. Time stopped. The phone's ring faded to a distant whisper. The only thing that mattered in that moment was feeling him inside of me, on top of me, eyes boring into mine, smiling, intense.

God, sex is fantastic.

C....

 

[spacekowboy]

I sympathize. When my phone rings it usually means I am getting fucked, too.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Was this another Mike Yates Girl Fantasy?

 

[Lancecastor]

"ring, ring, ring"

Hey, Mishcka...it's for you.

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