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Leo: You touching that sweet pussy, Dixie?

Dixie: Yes.

Leo: Who’s pussy is that, sweetheart?

Dixie: Yours, Leo. I’m all yours. I was made for you

Leo: That’s right you were. God, I wish I was there watching you slide your fingers through that wet, creamy slit.

Dixie: Is that what you would do? Watch?

Leo: for a few minutes. I’d take my dick out and stroke it slow.

Dixie: I can’t take my eyes off it.

Leo: It’s all for you, sweetheart. It’s yours. Come here and climb on my lap.

Dixie: I slide over you, rubbing on you.

Leo: Put me inside.

Dixie: Not yet. I want to come like this, getting you all wet with my juices as I grind on you.

Leo: Fuck, baby. You’re the hottest little thing. All right. Get yourself off on my big dick. But when I get inside you, you best hold on because it’s going to be a rough ride. Such a bad girl, making me wait.

Dixie: God. I want you so much. I wish you were here. Right now.

Leo: I know, baby. Me too. I want to touch you and smell you and see you. I don’t think I’ll ever let you go.

Dixie: I’m coming.

And I am. It’s a quick, short burst of pleasure. I’ve had so many orgasms in the last two weeks that I can categorize them now. I’ve never had one with another person in the room before, and as sad as it sounds, I don’t want anyone else. Not really. Just him. I know I’ll have to do some hard thinking about all this at some point. It isn’t good to get addicted to something I can never have.

Leo: That’s my girl. I grab your hip and hold you hard while I thrust into you all the way. You’re so tight. So wet. I’m already close. So close.

Dixie: I hold your head to my breasts and arch my back so you can get deeper.

Leo: I’m going to fill you with my cum.

There’s a long pause. He’s coming or he’s close. I don’t even know what I’d do if we were in the same room. I’m not...I’m not the same person with him that I am in “real life.” I like the girl he makes me feel like. The woman, I guess I should say. I’ve even started dressing differently. I wear pencil skirts now. I bought some gorgeous lingerie even though I’m the only one who sees it. I take long baths and spray lavender on my pillow. In two weeks, I’ve learned so much more about feeling sensual. I guess I always thought it was for “other” women. For sexy women with boyfriends or husbands. But Leo has opened me up to finding pleasure in sensuality all around me. For myself and no one else.

Leo: You still there.?

Dixie: Yes.

Leo: That was an intense one.

Dixie: Yeah. I’m kind of surprised that turns us both on so much.

I hesitate to ask him something more personal. Which seems silly given our conversations so far, but real life stuff is different. It’s not off limits—nothing is off limits—we’re just more careful about details about the lives we lead off our phones.

Dixie: Do you have ...kids?

Leo: No. To tell you the truth, I’ve never even thought about it before a couple weeks ago.

Dixie: I’ve thought about it. I just never thought it was so hot. Like having kids is a dream of mine—but talking about making them feels so dirty and I don’t know...primal.

Leo: Should we...talk sometime? Like with voices.

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