The sex-chats were fast and furious. We talked of all things we’d do to each other. How hard, how deep, how ratchet….all crazy stuff I tell you. It was so graphic one would almost feel it. I chose to spice things a bit. This is not a step for the faint hearted, it can either mess things up or chiquittita will come running faster than bolt waving her panty like a flag. It is more like pitching a business idea. You oil the words and win the honey pot, you mess a bit and go drying. Hehehehe. Did I just say that?
I confirmed the bedroom door was locked and that she was lying in bed by her back minus her bra. I could already imagine her lying facing the ceiling, holding her phone by the right hand, fondling her nipples with her left hand. with her legs slightly apart and bent upwards.
I made that phone-sex call. Fisi Sacco, if you didn’t know, erotic calls are a big turn on for girls if done right.
You know how the drill goes;
Me: where’s ur hand?
Belinda: Over the right boob
Me: Slowly feel the nipple harden
Belinda: Aha! Feeling
Me: Feel it a little bit more
Belinda: Aha (her tone getting a little husky)
Me: (a little softly and in whispers) Imagine That’s my hand feeling your soft skin
Me: Feeling my hand go slowly down your skin
Me: where is it now? ( I asked)
Belinda: At my belly button (almost in whispers)
Me: Get further down
Me: Feel the soft patch
Me: Are you feeling the clit now?
Belinda: Yeah ( heaving a bit with her voice getting even softer)
Me: Feel the clit for me
Belinda: I am
Me: How does it feel?
Me: Play with it some more
Me: Slide it in slowly
Me: slowly in and out
Me: A little bit faster
I could tell she was slipping in her world. I kept urging her on albeit softly making her feel like I was breathing by her ear.
She was drifting and before long. I could tell she was not hearing me now. She was moaning instead, fingering her wet honey pot.
Then I faintly I heard her cry softly “shit! Oh shit! Shit!…