And when you call

I read your sensual words. I can’t deny the affect they have. The slight blush and the heat that wanders from my core to my center. I press my knees together. Blissful, tormenting heat.

I hear your voice. You called. And I hear the affect I have on you too. You sound breathless and your voice is higher. More heat spreads inside me. Blissful, tormenting heat. And it is your doing.

Your voice utters more words. My body reacts. You know it does. And as I follow your orders and give my own, I giggle. Yes, I giggle. Because you know the right words and the way they affect me. Goose flesh spreads all over my skin.

Wandering hands. Rustling sheets. Hushed voices on the phone, and heated skins. Words. Demanding. Sweet. Begging. More. And you know how to pleasure me.

The magic words. The ones that never disappoint. The order comes. I hear it and imagine your ragged breath against my ear. Your hands on me. Those words. Just two. Deeply affecting me. **** *****

Fire in my veins. Devouring pleasure. Trembling. Pulsating. Inside. Outside. And still your voice in me. Urging me on. Can’t stop now. The tension that once lived inside is soaking my fingers. Your words released me.

I can’t move. I can’t think. There are no words. Silence. Your silence is just as affecting as your words. Your erratic breath tells me everything I need to know. I affect you too.

For a moment, the world ceases to exist. Just you. Me. Our breaths. Our silence. Shared words that don’t need to be said. Subsiding heat. Fading tension. A chuckle. Two more words. And the call ends.

Catherine Micqu xx