Call me, call me any, anytime!

[buckingham]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

Comments

[gadabouts]

Isn't a picture worth a thousand words?

[ the image he sends back isn't nearly as risque as what sarah sent him. the camera's angled above him, not showing anything above his jawline. barty's stretched out in his office chair so she can see what he's wearing: khaki trousers, sturdy belt, a short-sleeved seersucker shirt. ]

[willfind]

you're looking a little overdressed for this occasion, i think.

[gadabouts]

Does seem to be the case. Though I'm wondering if you'd rather take it off me yourself.

[willfind]

there's something incredibly rewarding about the idea of peeling the layers of professor off of you

[gadabouts]

Would that extend to having sex on top of my desk?

[willfind]

sounds like you've thought about this before.

[gadabouts]

There's not a teacher who hasn't thought about it at some point.

Difference is that I'm not scummy enough to do it with a student.

[willfind]

well lucky for both of us i'm not one of your students

[gadabouts]

Exactly what I was thinking.

[willfind]

so when are office hours over?

[gadabouts]

I can stick around for a while.

[willfind]

i'll make it worth your while if you do.

[gadabouts]

I’ll keep a drink cold for you.

rl can chill any day now

[willfind]

[ she hadn't planned on leaving the house tonight but apparently she'll make an exception for this ]

what are we drinking tonight?

it's like that

[gadabouts]

I've got some good bourbon.

[willfind]

and what are you like on good bourbon?

[gadabouts]

I like to think I'm easygoing. Approachable. Likely to eat a woman out.

[willfind]

six little words and now all i can think about is your mouth.

[gadabouts]

Like I said - approachable.

[willfind]

you better have that desk cleared off

[gadabouts]

Yes, Ma'am.
Luckily, I'm used to sitting in my chair.

[willfind]

scale of one to ten: how sturdy is that chair?

[gadabouts]

Seven?

[willfind]

[ The knock at his door is soft enough that someone might have missed it if they weren't anticipating anything. She'd considered taking her time, lingering in the hall once she'd picked his office out of the row of doors, but the odds of someone questioning her motives were higher than she liked. She's got better things to do. ]

Hi.

[ Her voice is low, almost secretive once he opens the door, and she casts her eyes down the lines of his body without shame. They're the same clothes as in the photo he'd sent—not that she'd expected anything different—but they look better in person than she'd expected them to and she covers up the sudden flare of intrigue by nudging him back into the room with her knuckles against his chest. ]

sorry! late, starbucks, i know.

[gadabouts]

[ the academic offices are quiet, and barty's kept one of his ears tuned to the door. when sarah knocks, it's only a couple of moments before barty cracks the door open (habit born out of light paranoia), and then fully. when he sees who it is, he grins. ]

Hi yourself.

[ his office is cluttered: papers, books, relics and knick-knacks from his travel. barty steps back at sarah's urging, the pressure of her knuckles digging into him, and gestures for her to come inside. ] Bourbon?