Lakay se Lakay

So I am on the phone with this shawty and she’s asking me what I got on and ish. Don’t you know that you can’t ask me this question until I’ve asked you first? What makes you think I’m gonna describe to you what I am doing while I take off my clothes to go to sleep? So she’s like you were gonna take them off anyway you say, yeah and, but I wasn't expecting an audience while I do so.

Indulge me you say softly just this once, I agree 'cause not only is it crazy, but on my list of freaky things to do over the phone, this rates a one on a scale of ten. So I do your bidding, I throw back the comforters and with phone in hand, I describe what I am doing. I slowly take off both socks, then the t-shirt, when I get to the boxer-briefs, shawty stop me. She’s like; imagine that it’s me that's taking them off. Shawty literally told me step by step on how to remove them. Mesmerized, I listen to your voice and do exactly what you say. Normally taking them off is no biggie, you just reach down and peel them off. This is the first time I find taking off underwear to be an erotic experience (lol).Slowly you instruct: Let yourself go by paying close attention to the cotton exposing your skin to the cool air you say. Concentrate on the cloth moving down past your privates, past your thighs, over your knees and off your ankles. It wasn't so much the action of taking them off, but the way your voice sounded when you told me to do so. Soft, hotly erotic as though you were there doing it for me.

Are you naked now? Are you aroused? You whispered. I thought I was good at doing this over the phone, inwardly I tell myself this shawty is as good as you are....maybe better. Yes to both questions I answered. You want me to undress for you? You asked. What are you wearing I say. Thick white socks, panties, and a bra under a tee shirt, would you do that? Only if you ask me....I mean you really gotta' ask me and you gotta mean it....Ask me like you're in the same room with me.....Ask me like you really want to see me do that. That whisper is doing a number not only on my hearing, but my resolve as well. So I lose myself willingly in this game and I ask. My voice is sincere 'cause in my mind's eye, you are before me. To my surprise I really want you to do that for me. You giggle softly and you breakdown what you are doing as you're taking off those clothes. I mean I have seen several women disrobe for me, what guy hasn't? This is the first time I’ve had a woman describe to me what she is doing with a phone in her hand! (Lol).Its not phone sex, that’s a whole different animal...This is just teasing taken to a whole new level. Something tells me that you are getting off on doing it as I am on listening to you do it. I have to admit to you when you finally got that bra off, I really didn't need those comforters too much anymore! You tell me to pull the covers back over my body 'cause you're doing the same.
Tyrese is singing about losing his woman and for a long moment you say nothing as we listen to Tyrese sing his heart out. Are you really aroused now? Again that whisper is working its magic.
Yes, I answer. You still want to get better acquainted over the phone? You still think that that ish is gonna work? No, I see your point I say. I liked dancing with you at that Zouk party in the nation’s capital. I like when you make me laugh, you said. I tell you that I liked the dance too and I love making you laugh....hearing you laugh and I love being with you at the Smithsonian.

Where do we go from here you asked. I don't know but I make it a habit never to expect too much. I just go with the flow and let time dictate where things go. I apologize if that’s not what you expected to hear, but that is the only answer I have at this point in time.

This is a big ass bed and I wish you were here. I really wish you were here, you whisper into the phone “Can I cum to you right now poison man?”

I miss DC…Chui fatigue de vivre si loin de mon territoire.