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Looking back
Although Emma and I occasionally send saucy text-messages to each other, the only time I have enjoyed anything approaching telephone sex with her was when we spent time apart (for reasons I explained yesterday). Even then, it was a distinctly one-sided arrangement. Whereas I would be lying on the bed, cock in hand, Emma could be overheard by daughter Eva and her husband. So I could be as explicit as I wanted and needed to be, and Emma’s responses had to sound perfectly innocent. It’s not easy to think of an appropriate double-entendre on the spur of the moment. Emma would prompt me with questions like, “What have you been doing today?” And I would tell her what I was doing at that very moment, giving free reign to my pent-up frustration. She would urge me on by saying, “What’s it like?” or “Describe it to me.” And I could tell her in detail what exactly what it was like: hard and throbbing in my hand. As I got into my stride, Emma would limit herself to gentle murmurs of encouragement like “Yes. That sounds nice!” Until she correctly guessed it was time for her to say, “Let me know when you’re coming for me.” And I would!
Although Emma and I occasionally send saucy text-messages to each other, the only time I have enjoyed anything approaching telephone sex with her was when we spent time apart (for reasons I explained yesterday). Even then, it was a distinctly one-sided arrangement. Whereas I would be lying on the bed, cock in hand, Emma could be overheard by daughter Eva and her husband. So I could be as explicit as I wanted and needed to be, and Emma’s responses had to sound perfectly innocent. It’s not easy to think of an appropriate double-entendre on the spur of the moment. Emma would prompt me with questions like, “What have you been doing today?” And I would tell her what I was doing at that very moment, giving free reign to my pent-up frustration. She would urge me on by saying, “What’s it like?” or “Describe it to me.” And I could tell her in detail what exactly what it was like: hard and throbbing in my hand. As I got into my stride, Emma would limit herself to gentle murmurs of encouragement like “Yes. That sounds nice!” Until she correctly guessed it was time for her to say, “Let me know when you’re coming for me.” And I would!
