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Phone sex & Sexting

the phone sex +
sexting meme
sexting meme
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But why give in too easily? ]
Well, it's true. [ While he is restrained, self controlled, he is also rarely anything but honest. ] And that's true, though it does look very good on you. Planning on changing, were you?
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I was thinking of changing into something a little more... comfortable.
[A deliberate pause, then a light rustling of fabric can be heard from her end. Her voice retains softness, but now drops an octave lower. Around him, she doesn't need to pretend to be the perfect office assistant. Why should she? He has seen right through her.]
If I close my eyes while I lay down, it's like you're right next to me.
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His voice remains level as always, no hint of a smile. ]
Were you, now?
[ He closes his eyes for a moment too, though. Thinking of her. ]
I think I'd much prefer to be there.
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And a manicured hand fondling one of her own breasts.
This is how much power he truly holds over her, even from several distances away.]
And here I am, wishing to be in the office with you instead.
[The breathiness of her voice intensifies. She closes her eyes, rustling the fabric of her dress some more.]
Tell me what to do, and I'll follow your orders.
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It is tempting, though I fear I'd get much less work done if you were here. You're very good at distracting me.
[ And given Nanami's personality, even saying that is quite some praise. ]
Though I'd hate for you to be too bored without me. Were you hoping I'd tell you to touch yourself?
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And a lot of heat when he talks to her like he does now.]
Oh, Mister Nanami...!
[An incredulous gasp cuts through the sounds of rubbing fabric, followed by a soft moan. Does he know how sensual he's being at this moment? She can't help but wonder.]
If I said yes, where do you want me to touch first? I still have my dress on.
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And right now, he feels that he needs her. Of course he does.
He feels a shudder of heat run through him at her noises, her moan, and is glad the office is effectively empty around him. ]
Perhaps you should take it off. [ He pauses for a moment before adding: ] Slowly. Run your hands over every inch of skin you bare. Take your time.
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Slowly...
[Her eyes remain closed, depriving her sight to focus on the rest of her senses. Perhaps it's best that she's not in his office right now, or else she'd be distracted by his occasional fidgeting of the leopard printed tie he usually wears. Oh, to be that tie around his neck...
To be touched by his strong fingers.
Her imagination grows wild as she finishes unbuttoning her dress, mentally replacing her delicate digits pushing the fabric off her shoulders with his sturdy ones. Heat courses down her body with each inch of her skin exposed, past her ridiculous lacy bra and panties, until she lets the outfit drop to the floor.]
Should I tell you what lingerie I'm wearing?
[Her question is in a heated whisper, relentless sauciness laid on nice and thick in between careful strokes of her neck with one hand. She muffles a gasp by biting her lip, her middle and index finger from the other hand pinching a nipple through her bra.]
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Ah, but if only he were the one undressing her. He can imagine it, as he hears the rustling of her clothes. How soft her skin is, how full her breasts. How sensitive she is to his touch. And yet he's stuck here, at least for now. ]
I suppose you had better, since I can't see it for myself, yet.
[ Not that he hasn't seen a few of her sets already. Enough to imagine, how the soft and lacy cups of her bra might cradle her, or how the crotch of her panties might already look darkened and damp in one of her lighter, softer pairs. ]
Just don't rush. I'll decide how much pleasure you feel.
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Kento Nanami is the only boss she's ever had who makes her feel alive.
She shivers at the sensation of her own smooth skin, of her splayed fingers sliding down her neck and tracing the contours of her breasts. If only it were his hands.]
It's white, with a tiny bow in the middle.
[Sure enough, the bra's cups mold her generous chest like a second skin. His voice manipulates her body through sheer depth and huskiness alone, and the effects are swift — hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her bra, a damp spot on her panties, her own breathing turning erratic, sweat drops on her flushed face.]
The clasp is at the front.
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Like now. He can hear the heat in her voice. The urgency. She's getting worked up so quickly, and he's barely pushed it that far. His eyes close over for a moment, picturing her heavenly breasts, her nipples straining against the material. Begging to be pinched, sucked, nibbled.
Perfection. ]
Open it. Play with your nipples for me, just lightly. Tease them.
[ And then, not long after: ] Now pinch. Firmly. Like I would.
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And absurdly sexy with little effort.
Oh, how she longs to have his face buried between her breasts, his hot breath warming her skin. Just the image whets her appetite and heats up her core. The sound of an undone clasp is soon followed by a breathy moan. A soft yelp, and then...]
M-Mister... Nanami...!
[Urgent cries leave her lips unrestrained. Ambrosia is at her most debauched — breasts bared to the chilled air, covered by her trembling fingers that dimple warm flesh with each firm grope. Her nipples turn red and swollen between her index fingers and thumbs, and there's a pretty cry out of her mouth. Not even the dark rings of flesh surrounding her nipples are spared by persistent hands, the flats of her fingertips tracing them with such urgency.
She lets out a frustrated groan. The textures are off. Fingers aren't calloused or thick enough. Her nipples are covered by sweat, not his saliva. She can't feel his mouth or teeth.]
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It's going to be hard for him to focus like this, isn't it? ]
Giving in already? You're too sensitive for your own good. I haven't even told you to reach between your legs, yet.
[ Though he's sure that she's aching, tingling, dripping in her panties. And he can't wait to see that for himself, too. ]
Is that what you want? Permission for more?
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It's not fair that he can leave her breathless and wanting in bed, writhing against the cool bedsheets, toes curling, back arching... not fair!
She calls out, strained against the heat inside her body but just as determined.]
No! I won't give up! [She sees herself as stronger than this. She can't let him down. Her voice lowers, a gentle plea with uneven breaths.] Please... give me more. I want...
[Her thighs rub together, a damp spot on her panties growing a little bigger. It's like she's stuck in a sauna with her skin turning extra flush, sweaty palms covering her breasts.]