CALL OF THE DAY: variations on an unexpected theme
He is not so sentimental as to not use the phone service when I vanish for weeks on end, but he always finds me after I get back and begins requesting me again. I’m glad, because he is unfailingly polite and nice. His fantasies are also polite and nice, too, which is… well, nice.
For the longest time we did the sultry older woman thing, with wavy silver-grey hair and everything. He liked to press on me from behind, on a hot day, and smell and kiss the sweat from my neck. I would always be wearing something lightweight and summery, and at some point he would set me down gently on whatever sturdy piece of furniture was available in the scene we had painted, lift my skirt, eat me out until I came, and then enter me and thrust until he came.
All that in seven minutes, so there’s never much room to improvise too freely, but he’s so sweet and obviously enjoys the stories, so I just shrug my shoulders and spin out the sweet vanilla strands that seem to tug him the right way.
Lately, though, it feels like we’re circling around the hot spot for him, and it’s not as vanilla as I originally thought. For a couple of months before I left on tour, we played that he was a much younger man—like, a 14-years-old younger man—and I had to instruct him in all this. Huh.
And for the last few calls he has specifically asked for me to dominate him, and to “go ahead and be mean”. Er. I can do this, don’t get me wrong, but it’s shifting up a few gears at once, if you know what I mean. While he’s in me, he wants me to forbid him from coming, and if he does come, I need to tell him that his punishment is eating his own cum out of me afterward.
Yes. Not quite as simple as he used to be. Still nice, though. He still thanks me afterward. I asked him one time, after he came, if that is something that he would actually do, eating out the cream pie that he made. “Sure,” he said. “I think you should be willing to try just about anything once.”
See? Nice guy. I’m glad he’s digging a little deeper.