Sex on the Telephone

The telephone rings  
And I look at my watch.  
The digital display  
Says eleven o’clock.  
I know who it is
I know it’s you.  
Who's calling me now
I know how you get  
Late in the night
With a little buzz on.
A slightly slurred voice  
Tells me I’m right.
 
Giggling on the phone  
Laughing you say,
 ”I’ve only had  
A couple of shots  
But I’m really getting horny"
"Just thinking about you.
Even dialing you up
Is making me hot.”
 
”Yeah,”  
I say, with a sigh,  
”You and me both.
”But if I left right now  
Drove as fast I can go"
"I wouldn’t get there  
until after tomorrow.”  
 
”Well I can’t wait that long.”  
Then there's a pause.
And in the background
I hear your radio on
Playing a romantic song.
 
 "I need you tonight  
Right now," you command
I smile just a little  
I love how you get
With a few shots of tequila.
 
Then you say, "Sweetie,”  
”What are you wearing?
Do you have anything on?”
 
”Nothing but my boxers”  
A little white lie.
But I pull my pants off
Just to be right.
Your voice  
Is such a sexy sound  
Coming down  
The telephone line.
So soft and sexy
So erotic and smooth
More then hinting  
What you want to do.
 
 
You say,
”I have my teddy on.  
The one that’s pearl white"
"The one you bought.
Remember that night?"  
"The one I can leave on
And you can still get inside  
I'm wearing it,  
Because…
It's one that you like.”
 
”Oh,” I smile, excited as hell.
I remember that teddy
I remember it well.
The one with the slit
The opening in the crotch  
and doesn't have to come off
To get my finger on your clit.  
But before I can
Finish my thought,
Your breath on the phone
Gives me the clue  
That you've found  
Your own little spot.
 
And on the telephone line
Your sexy voice says,
"I wish it were your fingers  
Making me wet"
"And my fingers  
Were wrapped
Around your thick cock"
"Squeezing you tighter
Making you swell"
"But you're too far a way
For what I'd like to do
So you'll have to do it for me
Some of it yourself"
 
 
I know you well
And even on the phone  
I can feel
That your orgasm's for me
How I love your sound
Your moan on the phone
Your breathless whisper  
"I'm thinking of you
Pushing inside of me"
"Baby, I wish you were here"
Then with a gasp  
Heavy in your breath
You cry out with
Your climax
And what can I say
I cum with my cock in my hand
With the sound you make
In your orgasm
Thinking of your body
So sexy and perfect
How wonderful you feel
Holding your ass
And cumming in you
 
But to tell the truth
Getting myself off
Listening to you cum  
It's not enough
It only gets me going
And it's racking my balls
Making me throb
I need to cum  
With you in my arms
To hell with work
I'll have to call in sick
My thoughts are on you  
Not on my job
And I don't care
How long it will take
For me to get there
 
My voice is out of breath
But clear is my intent  
"I need to see you baby
I don't care if it's far"
"I'm getting the keys
And heading to the car"
 
 
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