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The Wrong Number

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania      
3:00AM
       
        
Ring ring        
My eyes glance over at my alarm clock        
This better be a man or whoever else’s ears will be on a chopping block        
And sleep is refusing to come by a long shot        
I lifted my BlackBerry, speak to me, yawns sure to follow        
I want to hold the back of your neck to my dick and groan out as you swallow        
       
Pardon me, this is Sweet Ey…        
Yes, the woman I met in the bar who softly tongued me, without any questions or whys        
       
No, handsome one, I think you have the wrong…        
Wait, you told me if I needed to talk, and I won’t keep you that long        
Listen, I do not…        
Baby your soft voice is giving me a fucking hard cock        
I do not know who you are…        
Can I come over sexy I do not live that far        
This call…        
A simple yes, I’ve got the wine, honey, blindfold and all        
       
Wait, but this is…        
The beautiful woman who I want to lick her clit        
And will allow my tongue to snake inside and taste her sweet wet slit        
       
My name…        
Once I’m inside I’ll make you go insane,        
Feeling the intense of your pussy pulsating, pleasing is my game        
Hum, but…        
Beautiful, I won’t disappoint you, and I have a backup of nutt        
Umm, you don’t say…        
So, can I cum over and play        
Do…        
Come on baby let’s see this thing through, just me and you        
       
I looked over at my spare pillow        
Body is so willing, heart, and soul in tow        
       
Umm, I sure would like to feel how his dick flows        
I need…        
Everything I have will bring you to your knees        
I live at the Golden Gates…        
You wrote it in my palm after you allowed me a quick taste        
I will see…        
In a minute, have on something red, and looking fancy free        
I plan on making love throughout the night, to the powers that be        
The reception went dead        
Lucky for him I do have on the color red        
       
Serves him right for not letting me get a word in edgewise        
It would had been nice, had he surrendered my pussy climatic outcries        
       
While he’s glazing down into my passionate soft smoky eyes        
That would had been a wrong number blessing in disguise        
Sadly, I am not his intended one for a body to softly browse        
And for me to orally arouse        
I looked down at my see-through red camisole        
       
It would had been nice for someone ramming his dick in me while my back is pressed against the wall        
Mm…that rogue voice with a Texan southern drawl        
Bucking we with his hard cock twisting inside me with his hard curve ball        
Umm first cum, first call, for the good of it all        
       
Always please a queen on your knees        
A King always rules with his oral and dick giving expertise        
Stealing my breath bit by bit        
Teasing it, pleasing it, licking it, sticking it        
       
My intercom buzzed        
This late, I’m only still up because        
I pressed my intercom, can I help you        
Ah, yes, how do you do        
Texas southern drawl, really? Is this for real        
My very own hard package delivery deal        
I’m lost, I was looking for someone        
This stallion does not know, if I let him enter he has already won        
       
I’m sorry, yes        
I’m looking for someone I’ve just met        
She was this gorgeous woman, and she gave me this address        
The Texas southern drawl is a weakening factor no less        
Hands feeling all over my body, his tongue licking over my neck, his gentle encroaching caress        
Wrong number, now the wrong address, for a voice I’ve never met, but yet        
Serves him right for ringing my door        
Maybe I should be bold and just even the score        
       
Are you still there        
I never was a woman to play fair        
I’m not this woman you thoroughly seek        
Spirit to deny is winning, but the flesh is still weak        
My apologies to you is all that was said        
Wrong number, wrong address, and once again, an empty bed        
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 9th Apr 2021
Author's Note
Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?

James Thurber
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