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Italian Phone Sex

Not long ago I had a beautiful young lover, and when we first got together, our bodies would hunger for each other and join so naturally it was simply awesome. Our hearts were similarly joined, so when, after six months, I went on vacation with my family to Italy, the short seperation was quite painful.

We spoke regularly, emailed etc, but sometimes it was even worse to hear such a sublime voice, and be so near but so far. One day, after a long drive, I called, and was just melting into the phone. I can't remember much about the conversation, but I do distinctly recall hanging up and realising how badly I needed to cum. I stumbled into the bathroom, undid my pants and literally came in a thunderous instant.

A few days later, just before lunch, I called from Naples, and this time I do remember the conversation: it was all very flowery and romantic, but barely under the surface was the throb of our bodies wanting to join. Our voices got paler and paler, there were long silences and little breaths, and we just kept repeating how much we wanted each other. And then, without being definitive about it, it became really obvious that we were both masturbating.

Knowing that she was unable to control her urges, and that her hand had slipped into her panties was an unbelievable turn on, and I remembered how much I loved to finger her sweet place. I told her how much I wanted to feel her wetness, and she melted into the phone, letting her imagination and fingers fill the absence. We both kind of stopped speaking, instead groaning and breathing our arousal, and occasionally whispering each other's names. I remember sitting on the floor of the hotel room, pants around my thighs, holding my hot penis and just needing to cum into her. When I said this to her, it was the final straw, and I heard her breathing hit the familar beautiful uncontrolled orgasmic state. Knowing that she was cumming, I lay back, and spurted my drops all over my stomach, with a cliched but wholly true 'I love you.'

There was literally nothing left to say after that! If I was with her, I would have taken her head upon my chest and slept in a glorious puddle for hours, but as it stood, words through a phone line were all but impossible. It was indeed a difficult task to bid adeiu and pull myself together enough for a long Napoli lunch.


Posted on: 2022-01-12 08:00:02 | Author: