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ME: Get comfy. Naked. And any toys you have available.
MYA: Already one step ahead of you.
ME: Are you telling me you've been using toys and still can't get yourself off?
MYA: Maybe.
ME: Give me five.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I retreat to my bedroom, locking the door behind me in case Julian decides to come home anytime soon. After stripping down, I crack open my beer, take a sip, and hop in the middle of my bed, pulling the sheet up to cover my aching cock.
ME: Are you sure you don't want to come over instead?
MYA: If you can get me off, I'll come over and let you do it again.
Fuck!
Reaching under the sheet, I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke, my grip tightening at the thought of Mya's walls clenching around me. Reaching for my phone, I tap out a text as quickly as I can with only one free hand.
ME: Talk to me. What do you have next to you?
MYA: A rabbit vibrator and a few other things.
ME: Like...
MYA: Things that take two to play with.
ME: I'm listening.
MYA: Well, one is an anal plug, but I've never used it. The other are nipple clamps, but I'm afraid to use them.
Fuck my life. I'm close to shooting my load just from the thought of Mya's gorgeous tits with clamps dangling from them. Releasing my cock, I grab my phone and text her back before I come in my hand.
ME: I think you should pack up and come over here.
ME: Right now.
ME: I'll show you how to use those things.
ME: And I promise not to be gentle.
My dick throbs as I watch those three little dots appear and disappear, waiting for Mya's reply.
ME: Are you coming?
MYA: No, but I hope to be in about fifteen minutes.
ME: Are you on your way here?
MYA: Running to my car now. Had to put clothes on.
ME: No you didn't. I'm just going to rip them back off.
MYA: Don't worry. I didn't bother with underwear.
ME: You're killing me. Literally. Hurry the hell up but drive safe.
Unlocking my door, I pick up the clothes I've thrown around my room and then hop back in bed. Ten minutes later, I hear the front door open. I'm about to make sure it's not Julian when I hear the distinct click clack of heels against the wood floors.
