1. Telephone Reality


    Date: 5/6/2016, Categories: Masturbation, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    two opposite forefingers letting you see how it throbs for you. Your tongue plays with the cherries pushing them deeper...” The moans on the other side reminded her of steps in the darkness on a road to the core of their mutual pleasure. “Cum for me...” He grunted in an almost annoyed manner trying to control how aroused he was. “Push your hand inside and fuck yourself to climax. Now!” Divna screamed and used her tight muscles to take the smashed cherries out her. She placed them on top of her breasts and slid her four fingers deep inside her puffy, soaked lips. Her eyes were wide open while his words were gradually leading her to the inevitable. When the orgasm struck her like electricity, Divna was content to hear him cry out in his own release. “There, I made such a mess because of you.” He laughed and the pleasure that hit her at that moment was equal to the ecstasy in the moment when she came. The knowledge that she made him lose control for a moment was even more precious. Nevertheless as soon as her climax hit its peak, she rested on the table fully exhausted and captured by the same sensation of emptiness and anxiety. Just like those times when she faced the mirror and felt drawn to the abyss of doubt. Discrepancy between the image and the sound. “Shall I ever see you?” “Would you still be interested in me if you ever saw ...
    me?” “Do you want to bet on that?” “It is all much more enticing when it is far away from me.” “You'd lose plenty of beautiful things if that is how you think.” “I'd take the chance if the alternative meant to lose the magic that I do to myself whenever I am with you. No other woman can do it the same way. Even you if I knew you in real life.” “You could not know that.” Divna uttered playfully even though she wasn't feeling cheerful at all. “You are just like me. You admitted that the pleasure you do to yourself exceeds greatly that done by others. Why would you need a substitute then?” “Because it is real.” “Reality is a matter of point of view.” “You sound like a schizophrenic.” “Perhaps I am. I am nothing but a voice. Don't be so sure that you want to know the person on the other side of the telephone line. Goodnight, Divna.” She spent a long time gazing at her phone. Her hand felt her face and hair for reassurance. That disconnection with reality was driving her out of her mind. And she was desperate for proof she belonged. Disclaimer: The story has some recurring themes with the stories Night Shift and Summer Wine. However this one is entirely separate and in no way is meant to be a sequel or prequel of either of the above-mentioned stories. Hopefully you'd enjoy it. *Divna - Slavic female name, means "wondrous, miraculous".
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