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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