Have you ever been driving home after a morning at work and while you were stopped at a red light you realized that you had a voicemail from a blocked number, so you, naturally, listened to it, anticipating nothing beyond a simple, mirthful message from perhaps a credit card company or the laser treatment center that’s been recently phone spamming you, but instead you happily discovered that it was an old fuck-friend, panting tempestuously on the other end of the line, cock in hand, saying such salacious things as Mmmmm… I need you to hear me fucking come right now, and, I am so fucking hard imagining you on top of me, and other, more lascivious sentiments, and so when you got home (which, really couldn’t have been expeditiously enough) you went upstairs, hiked up your skirt, pulled aside your panties, and positioned yourself on the bed with a dildo in your pussy and a vibrator on your clit, and then promptly texted your old friend with the message, It’s my turn now, call me and talk dirty to me, baby, and seconds later, of course, the phone rang and it was him telling you how fucking sexy you are, and how he wished he was there so that you could slide your perfect cunt up and down on his cock, You dirty little slut, and, in listening to his libidinous declarations, you got close, so very close to coming, and so you told him this… in fact, you said, I am gonna come for you, baby, right fucking now, and just as you did, your pussy exploded into contractions so concentrated and so commanding that you didn’t even realize until you recovered from your cunt combustion several moments later that, just as you had announced your orgasmic arrival…. you dropped the call?

Me too.