Monday, January 19, 2015

Intimate Moments Diary - The Voice

The call came at 6:00 am California time. My sleepy voice answered a soft hello, and the voice on the other side said, “Good morning, beautiful!”

Ah, that voice that tells me how much he loves me and how he’s thinking about me sends butterflies to my stomach. You would think that a simple good morning would be mundane and not earth shaking, but you would be wrong. As the song says, I feel the earth move every time he calls my name.

We live thousands of miles from each other, and the need to be together grows with each passing day, but neither of us can break away from our responsibilities to be with each other in the flesh. The phone has to take the place of the touch, and his voice can weave his magic fingers around my heart and spirit.

This morning was no different. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said. There was more to those three words than met the ears. I could feel his presence through the airwaves. His strength and power brought shivers up and down my spine. He asked how I slept saying he dreamed of us together. 

Then he went on to describe his dream, scene by scene, spinning his erotic tale as I listened. As he described how he touched me in his dream, kissed me in places that held magical promises, I could imagine his touch, his kisses, his smell, the feel of his body over mine. He took me far away into his world. 

We were at a beach cabin, secluded and next to the shore. The waves crashed in the background as we lay in front of the fireplace. He cupped my chin in his hand and lifted my face to his. Kissing me gently, yet urgently. Pulling me in closer, stroking my hair, my back, my arms. Laying me softly on the bear skin rug in front of the fireplace and holding me against him. Our hearts beating together as one.

His hand moving down my thigh and moving my skirt up reaching underneath touching me, exciting me. Feeling his hardness against me, I became more excited with each touch. A soft moan escaped my lips as he gently brushed his lip on my neck. 

Gazing into my eyes, I saw the love and desire there. Passion building, joining lips together, holding as if we would fly away if we let go. Touching each other, urgency building, frantically needing each other more. 

He rose from the floor, reached his hands for mine, and lifted me up to meet him. Whisking me in his arms, meeting my mouth with his, tongues dancing, kissing long and lingering, he carried me into the master bedroom. Laying me on the bed, he took a deep breath. “And now, you are mine!”

“Love, I have to go now. Time to leave for work. I’ll finish this later.” I could hear his smirk as he ended the call. Deep breath, sigh, my alarm rang. Time to get on with my day.


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