So the story continues. I hadn't been dumped so my record
still held...phew.
Nemesis and his
conscience had to get it together. He had been away about a week and we had
slipped back into the routine of old, communicating any chance we got and partook
in those long phone-calls. There was so much unsaid and I was aching for baby
to come back home. I didn't want to be taken over the table, just to be held
and cuddled.
He called me one night drunk as a skunk talking gibberish
and slurring over his words almost in tears because he missed me. I listened as
he recited poetry and sang to me highly likely dancing across the room
suffocating a pillow. It was just past lunchtime there so he had had a beer
with his breakfast and it had gone south from there. Might I add that he can write a mad poem, much
better than me.
He sent me an sms during the day talking about the feel of
my skin against his, my breathing on his chest, hearts beating in tune etcetera…
“Lying together, nothing between us,
feeling naked skin touching mine, the rise and fall of your body as you breathe
...the involuntary shudder as I kiss your neck, the softness of your breath.
The thoughts I have when I can't touch you”
Homesickness
and loneliness do nice things to the man. The phone-call ended in fits of
laughter after he had puked his guts out and decided to turn in literally while
the sun still shone.
Gents pleeeease I implore you, get poetic with your
women, few things make us as dizzy as short notes, post-its or cute little
letters all over. Dazzle her with a little note stuffed in her toiletry bag, or
a series of them. Cheap , effective ways to make sure you put money in your
bank for later withdrawals *wink wink*.
The next day I chided him for not taking care of himself
and eating right, but my concern was borderline nagging. My mummying of Nemesis always
has either of two effects dependent upon his mood. He can either welcome it
enthusiastically or loathe it emphatically. I honestly didn’t give a damn; I
wanted a healthy, randy man upon his return. The only excuse I would accept was
jet-lag, and that very begrudgingly.
I just grinned at my phone for hours keenly paying
attention to the pulse in my groin. How did he affect me so much so far away? The
thud thud thud was so loud it was now ringing in my ears and making my whole
body ache. Whatever was I going to do? I couldn't respond to his sms (because I
had no credit) and also since i couldn't focus long enough to want to go looking
for any. That night he called earlier than normal in a right panic, wondering
if I was ok and had his message offended me. I let him prattle on and abruptly
told him to hang up. He was taken aback but i insisted, I had a plan and I knew
he was not going to regret it. I had finally found sense and got some credit.
So I loaded up a small amount and proceeded to my bubble
bath ...with my phone in hand and got picture happy. I started off teasing him with
a bubbly covered toe and sent that. I moved it up until I got a bit of knee and
thigh out. After each shot, I would send the pictures to him. I did a hand on
cooch bubbly shot. I moved up to the girls and snapped a modest but very
titillating nipples covered shot. Sent that. Then a soapy full frontal shot. Then
I spun around and did the full soapy back shot, to top it off a very steamy
finger in corner of mouth, lips slightly parted juicy looking dripping steamy
shot! That was the coup de grace
He walked…. no ran out of a meeting with his financiers to
call me immediately. He never returned until the next day. Lied about he wasn't
feeling well and it must be the heat, hell he even begged yellow fever-in a first
world country! He dashed out of the boardroom bent over double trying to get to
where no one would see how excited he was.
All he had managed while still in the meeting was a text with wide eyes
and a grinning face. I had him!
I just want to speak to the ladies for a sec, SEND YOUR MAN
NUDES! Especially if he shouldn't be seeing them, remind him why he needs to
rush home.
I finished off my bath and luckily my baby had long since slept. We
had to find a way to release this pent up tension; he was already in his room
by then. He called. It was a very breathy greeting on my part and I took the
lead. With my voice I started to stroke him and take his clothes off. I drew
imagery of how my body looked and felt as I instructed him to take a seat and
let me rub his back, gently kissing it better. I told him to see me throw his
shirt across the room and strut around so that I was facing him full on,
nothing on but some high heels. I told him to lie back as I took his shoes and
socks off and gave a gentle foot rub, feet became calves, became thighs, became...
With this very vivid imagery going on I told him to watch
me stare him in the eye as I pulled his pants down, digging my nails in. I let
him visualize me throw that too across the room. I made him see me go down
trailing a path of hot kisses and licks till I got THERE. Kissing, blowing, biting,
licking on his neck and ears. Travelling down to his chest, down...down...down.
Then I virtually jumped on the armchair and straddled him with my legs. I let
him imagine me repeating the cycle… All I could hear were moans and groans of
sheer ecstasy over the line as he let his imagination be led by mine. I told
him to wrap his hands around the fullness of my derriere and appreciate the
goddess like form, yeah I said it!
I made him mentally trace kisses along my ample chest and
let him just fall into me. Before long I told him to yank his boxers... I drew
even more torturous diagrams and let myself go completely. I heard him gasp
sharply when I told him to reach down below and stroke it for me. I told him to
be gentle like he knows I would do and directed my muse through each move. I told
him to imagine me going back and forth and becoming more and more ruthless with
him with a wicked look in my eye and fire in my mouth.
It took a couple of minutes of encouragement and our own
brand of back and forth dirty talk for me to hear his phone land with a heavy
thud on the floor. OHHHHHHH YEAAAAHHHHHH!
So I thought_well done me! What was more interesting was
that this whole experience was a first for me…don’t ever, ever tell him this,
he believes I am a maestro at everything I do and I might lose some bed-cred. By
the time he picked the phone back up I was in tears laughing at him.
Nemesis decided
that it was only fair the favour be returned. He started off aggressively and
commanded that I lay on my tummy and pay attention. He said I should stretch
out my hands above my head and imagine him behind me leaving fiery hot wet
kisses up and down my back and tush. I had the phone firmly clamped between my
ear and shoulder as I let his voice blow over me like a cool breeze. The effect
was amazing! He took me through the motions of all the things he intended to do
to me as soon as he came back. I could almost taste his kisses and smell him
within me. Listening to the rise and fall of his voice as I lay there languorously
stretching my limbs and keening towards his voice.
He told me to turn over
and place my hand down there, I could take as long as I wanted to get there and
take as many detours as I needed to. All I had to do is tell him each and every
move I was making so that he could take back the reigns and tell me what I needed
to do next. As I turned I literally felt a gush go loose and told him this. I heard
him grinning to himself before he proceeded to tell me what motions I was
supposed to be making…I had to “treat his girl right”. iI decided on a very hands on approach- pun intended! I gingerly let my hand
move instinctively and apply pressure, soothe, relieve, stroke, caress ohhhhh
wasn’t it just sublime? Before long he was left talking to himself as I threw
the phone to the side and allowed the tidal waves to take me over.
Now it was his turn to laugh!
And laugh he did! We both calmed down and I wiped the tears
from my eyes wondering what had hit me. We indulged in some intense mumbling
and pillow talk way into the rest of the night and even had time to discuss
News headlines from that day. That's just how we roll!
A new level had come into it, a whole new dimension. Is this
how long distance relationships survive? Do they not just go out and cheat on
their partners? How could they if they could have this…I eventually dashed out
of bed and had a quick shower then spent a few minutes grinning and shaking my head at myself in
the mirror and not totally believing what had just happened...*hides*
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