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Fiction, Phone
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Subject: fiction, phone
Date: 20 Mar 93 07:09:40 GMT
"Hey, how're you doing."
"God, it's you. You should say hello first or something."
"Should I."
"Well..."
"So what did you think of last time?"
"Geez, jump right into things. Um, what do you mean exactly?"
"Did you *like* it? Was it enjoyable?"
"Yes."
"What did you like about it?"
"I...I don't know."
"Come on."
"Well, I...I don't know, Jeremy. I don't know...it..."
"Tell me."
"I can't! I..."
"TELL. ME."
"I...I liked that you...that you made me ask."
"Made you ask for what?"
"...To..."
"Come on, sweet."
"To come."
"What else did you like?"
"...I don't know."
"My sweet."
"I liked the scene you described."
"Mmm, and what did you like about it?"
"The...the...Oh Jeremy."
"I'm waiting."
"The p-position...the position was nice."
"You liked being taken from behind?"
"Jeremy..."
"Did you?"
"Yes."
"Good, good. Mmmm, what are you wearing?"
"I...I..."
"It must be warm down there, hm? Are you wearing shorts, my sweet?"
"N-no, a skirt."
"Ah, much better. Are you lying down?"
"Y-yes, b-but Jeremy..."
"Drawthe skirt up to your hips, spread your legs."
".........Jeremy."
"Do it."
.... "Yes."
"Good. Now look down. Tell me what you see."
"I...I just see underpants."
"Mmm, and what do they look like?"
"White and blue...floral...with lace. Jeremy, please."
"Tell me what you're doing with your hands, love."
"...."
"Tell me."
"I.....I'm playing with my nipples."
"Mmm-hm. Lose the underwear."
"Jeremy!"
"Must everything be a fight, bitch? Take them off."
.... "Yes."
"Good, sweet. Run your hand down your stomach, slowly...how do you feel
to yourself today, hm?"
"...It's cold out...m-my skin is cool, smooth..."
"Farther. Tell me where your hand is."
"....Jeremy --...at...at my breasts....stomach..."
"Mmm."
"..."
"And where now, sweet?"
"M-my..."
"Your what."
"M-my...h-hair..."
"What is your hand doing there?"
"Just t-twirling..."
"Rub your clit for me, sweet. Softly. What do you like about being taken
from behind like I described?"
"I...ooooh, Jeremy...I...."
"Did you like the feeling?"
"Yes."
"The force?"
"Yes."
"The roughness?"
"Yes, Jeremy."
"A little harder, love, on your clit. Let me hear you."
"Oh, Jeremy...I..."
"What else did you like about being fucked from behind, sweet?"
"Mmm, oh...I...Jeremy, I..."
"Talk to me, let me hear you."
"...The...the humiliation..."
"Yes. You sound good, little one. You're a moaner."
"Jeremy!"
"Hmmm, can you hold the phone with your shoulder?"
"Yes."
"Do so. Bring your other hand down, slowly...good, now one finger
inside yourself."
"I..."
"Do it."
.... "Mmm-oh, Jeremy..."
"Fuck yourself, sweet. Let me hear you. What else did you like about
our scene?"
"...I...mm-oh, I liked...that you..."
"There's a girl."
"That you called me names."
"What sorts of names did I call you?"
"Oh-oh-mm, I can't...I can't..."
"Tell me, sweet. What kinds of names?"
"Y-you called me...mmm, you...called me slut...bitch...you called me bitch."
"Faster, sweet. Good girl. Yes, I called you bitch, didn't I. Why did I
call you that?"
"B-because...uh-uh-uh...I..."
"Good."
"I couldn't...when you told me...I.."
"You couldn't what?"
"I couldn't...mmm-mm --- I can't think, Jeremy, I..."
"Don't stop. A little faster. Two fingers."
"No, Jeremy...It'll hurt..."
"Mmm, 'no Jeremy, it will hurt'? Come on, sweet, that tight's no good
for a slut... two fingers, now, two. Faster. You couldn't what?"
"Ah-ah-um-ah! Jeremy, I..! I couldn't...couldn't come."
"That's right. And why was that?"
"I...I think I was...ah, God, Jeremy...too...close, couldn't get over the
edge, too tired, something, distracted...ah, please it hurts now..."
"Three fingers."
"Jeremy! No! Please! Please!"
"Do you want me to call you names again?"
"I..I don't know...mmm-ah-ah, God...oh..."
"Do you? Three fingers if you don't answer."
"Jeremy! I...I...yes, yes."
"Good, my sweet. One finger."
..... "Mmm, oh...aaah...yes."
"Feel good, my little whore?"
"...Yes, yes..."
"What do you want?"
"I..."
"What do you want, sweet?"
"I want to come."
"Ask for it."
"Jeremy!"
"Ask for it, bitch. Are you still rubbing your clit? Tell me what you're
doing."
"I..I'm rubbing my clit...and fucking myself..."
"Ask for it."
"N-no, Jeremy...please, just let me, I..."
"You what?"
"..."
"Ask for it."
"...ah...mm....ah....Jeremy....Jeremy, please..."
"Please what?"
"Let...let me come, please..."
"Do you wantme to tell you to come?"
"Yes...ah-mm, yes..."
"Come, sweet. Come."
"Oh...oh! Oh!"
"NOW."
"Aaaaaaaaaah-ah-ah....mmm-ooooohh!"
"Keep going. Keep going, don't stop. Don't stop."
"Aaah, Jeremy, pl-please please yes! Aaaaah!"
"Start coming down --- Loud little girl."
"Oh, oh...Jeremy...I..."
"Shhh, come down."
"I..."
"Shhhh."
"..."
"Good, love. Now what are you doing?"
"N-nothing."
"Where are your hands?"
"Still...still where they were."
"You're moving them, aren't you."
"Jeremy!"
"You want more."
"Jeremy, no, please..."
"Say it."
"Jeremy!!"
"Say it. Now."
"Yes! I want more! But Jeremy, please..."
"Good, my sweet. Lie back, draw your knees up..."
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