I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.
Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…
I dial the number.
Your voice rumbles in my ear.
The same conversation we text every day.
I’ve missed your voice. Almost as much as your touch.
My hand settles where I need you. The more you talk the faster I rub. I can’t help moaning in your ear.
You know what I’m doing. It’s why you wanted me to call. You want to hear me.
I’ll be louder when you touch me…
The package you sent arrived today. I read your instructions and still have doubts this will work. While your program installs I slip out of my robe and put on the bits of black lace that fell from the box. There are no wires to be seen but the fabric feels… charged.
My monitor flashes as the game opens. I feel a faint humming along my skin as I sit down. You’ve already signed in and your avatar finds mine. We start to play.
You lead me to a secluded spot and turn to face me. The avatar raises his hand. I gasp as the lace comes alive. My nipples harden and shivers chase across my chest every time your hands move in my direction.
Every magic spell you cast sends current through me like your caress. I can’t help squirming in my chair. A new character walks into our game. I almost resent the intrusion until your avatar draws his sword.
I hope the intruder dies slowly…