Saturday, January 26, 2013

FREE READ: Before Goodnight (Phone Sex Erotica)

One evening, I watched a program about adult children who move back in with their parents after having lived elsewhere.  All I could think was what a cramp that must put in their sex lives...

Before Goodnight
by Giselle Renarde

“Just about time for goodnight,” Elson said, stifling a yawn.  “Gotta be up early tomorrow.”
Don’t go.  Not yet. 
Kim’s stomach clenched.  She held her cell phone so close to her face the overwhelmed battery blazed against her cheek.  She was always afraid of her parents picking up when she called him on the house phone. 
To keep him on the line she whispered, “I would love to have you in my mouth right now.”
“In your mouth?”  Elson drew out each word, and Kim wondered if it was shock or disinterest.  “Well, I guess I could make time for that.”
“Any time, any place.”  She tried to sound sexy. 
Was it working?
Any time?”  He sounded dubious.  Any place?”
Her parents were right down the hall.  God forbid they should hear her say such naughty things.  Elson liked to tell Kim she was way too old to worry what her parents thought, but she would always be her father’s daughter.  Elson couldn’t seem to understand that dynamic.
Any place.” She nodded, not that he could see her.  “Any place, including the parking garage at your office.”
Now Elson’s throat made a growling sound, and she knew she had him.  “Oh yeah.  Remember that?”
“How could I forget?”  Kim’s heart raced with the memory.  “Twice.”
“Well, two different occasions.”
“That’s what I meant,” she said.  “I was so nervous.  I thought for sure we were going to get caught.”
“Which time?” he asked.
“Both times.  I thought some security guard would come along and tap on the window like, ‘I see you sucking that guy’s cock there in the front seat. You think I’m blind?’  I thought for sure…”
“But I was keeping an eye out.”  Elson’s voice was low, deep and husky.  He was turned on.  She could feel it.
“You couldn’t have been paying all that much attention if I was bent over your lap with your dick in my mouth.”
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Elson made a noise like his whole body was shuddering with pleasure.  “God, I want to fuck you right now.”
“Me too.”  A thought crossed Kim’s mind, and she didn’t want to tell him about it, but she couldn’t help herself.  She told him everything.  “I can't do it without you anymore.”
“Do what?” he asked.
She breathed in and forced herself to say, “Get off.” 
He didn’t say anything for a moment, and she savoured his ragged breath.  “I’m sure you could psych yourself up with some nasty images of things we’ve done together. Remember the cucumber?”
Kim blushed.  She’d forgotten about that.  He’d even pulled the mirror down off the wall and handed it to her so she could watch that huge green phallus enter her slowly, stretch her wide, then fuck her hard.  “Oh yeah…”
“You could try that on your own, describe it to me over the phone maybe?”
She knew he’d chastise her or tease her, but she told him even so.  “I can’t masturbate in this house.  Ever since I moved back home I haven’t done it.”
Home.  Could this house really be described as home if she wasn’t free to be herself?
“Not once?”  He didn’t sound like he believed her.
“Not here.”
She’d moved back in to save money so she and Elson could afford the down payment on their own place after the wedding.  No more renting, no more apartments.  Now she was itchy all the time, itchy for the freedom they used to have and didn’t anymore.
“If not there,” he asked, “then where?”
Oh, she really didn’t want to tell him this.  “At work.”
“At work?”
“In the bathroom at work.”  She felt like she’d swallowed cotton.  It was embarrassing.  “Only a couple times.  We hadn’t been together in a while and I just needed it. Still not the same as having your warm body in my bed.”
“Do you want my warm body in your bed?”  His smirk was right there in his voice.  “Just say the words.”
Of course that’s what she wanted, but what a person wanted and what was sensible were two very different things.  Anyway, there were only so many times they could have that conversation where Elson asked, “Do you honestly believe your parents still think you’re a virgin?” and she affirmed that they did.  Really and truly, they did.
“Are you in bed?” Kim asked, swerving the conversation in a different direction.
“Not yet.  Just sitting at the desk by the window.”
She could picture Elson there in his little bachelor apartment.  He’d be staring out at the city lights while she saw stars in the suburbs.
“Mmmmm.”  Kim closed her eyes and imagined.  “I want to kneel between your legs right now, right there under your desk.”
“Oh?”  Elson growled and it made her shiver.  “Not a lot of room under there.”
“That's okay.”  She wasn’t giving up.  “I'm small enough.  I’ll squish in.”
“I see.”
He didn’t sound very excited.  Maybe he really was as tired as he’d spent their entire conversation saying he was.  Or maybe he was lost in single-syllable male ecstasy.
“I’d get right in there and trace my tongue all around your cockhead, get you good and hard.  Tease that fat red tip, tickle that little slit—you know the one—then run my tongue down your big thick shaft and lick your balls.”
Elson hissed into the phone.  Yeah, she was really getting to him now.  “Suck ‘em.”
“Suck your balls, Elson? Is that what you want?”
“Oh yeah.”  Sex-voice.  He wasn’t even Elson anymore, just a big throbbing cock.  “Suck ‘em both at once.”
“I don’t know if I can.  They’re so big.  You really think I can get them both into my hot, wet little mouth?”
“You’ve done it before.”
“And I’ll do it again.”  Kim smiled so hard her jaw hurt.  “But you know I’m here to suck your cock.  You know I want to deepthroat that fat shaft, just throw my face at your dick until my eyes water.  I want you so deep in my throat I’m gagging and begging and banging my head on the underside of your desk.  That’s what I want to do to you, babe.”
“Awww fuck…”
“Yesssss, Elson.  I love taking your big cock in my mouth.  I love sucking that monster and hearing you moan and groan and growl.”
Elson made a noise that sounded like all three.
“Hey, remember that time we watched porn on your computer, right at that desk where you’re sitting right now?  You had me in your lap with your fingers all over my pussy lips.  Remember how I’d just shaved them?”
“Oh yeah.”  The thick lust in Elson’s voice made her pussy clench.  “You look so hot like that, when you shave your pussy.”
“God, watching porn with you made me so fucking wet.  Seeing it right in front of me, feeling your heat so close—that got the juices flowing before you even touched me.  And then when you did I was so ready.  I was so hot and wet and throbbing I just about came the second you started stroking my clit.  Remember how fat and red it was, just begging for your touch?”
“Fuuuuuuck…”
“Remember how you sucked my tits while you played with my pussy?  I loved it when you fingerfucked me.  It was so raw.  And then you slathered my clit in all that hot pussy juice.  You spanked my cunt and your hand made that wet slapping sound against my baby-smooth skin?  You remember that?”
“Yesssssss….”
Elson’s breath hitched and Kim knew he was about to come already.  His voice was so strained, so tight, like every muscle in his body was taut, tense, rigid and ready to burst. 
“Remember how loud I was that time?  My orgasm just took over my body.  You sucked my tits and smacked my clit, and I came screaming.  You made my knees weak, and I slid down your thigh, right to the floor.  That was crazy, that climax.  I’d never felt anything like it.”
The squeals and whines were barely audible anymore.  She strained to hear him coming, but Elson was halfway across the city and off in another world.  And then the tension broke and he howled. 
“Oh yeah.”  He was so loud she worried her parents would hear.  “Fuck yeah, baby, fuck yeah!”
Kim closed her eyes and watched the jizz explode from his cock, landing hot on the underside of his computer desk.  She saw it drip down onto the floor.  Next time she was over she’d have to look for it, see if he’d cleaned it up.  He wouldn’t have.  She knew that.
And then the quiet came back.  He sighed, and she could see the night sky in his voice.
“We've done so much together.”  Kim listened to him breathe for a moment.  “It’s hard to remember it all, but every so often little pieces come back, and they always make me smile.”
“Me too.”  He was smiling now.  She could hear it.  “Thanks for…talking.”
Kim chuckled deep in her throat.  “Thanks for…listening.”
They were quiet together, until Elson yawned.
“Sorry for keeping you up so late, babe.”
“Mmmmm.”  Elson yawned again.  “If I didn’t have to sleep I’d talk to you all night.”
“But you do need to sleep.”
“So do you.”
It was time…
“Yeah.”  Kim couldn’t deny it.  “Work in the morning.”
Quiet again.  It stretched for miles, all around.  “I love you forever.”
“I love you too.”  She hated saying goodbye.  It was a dagger every time.  “Night night, babe.”
“Sleep tight.”
“Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”  She didn’t want to say it.  She didn’t want to hang up, but she could barely keep her eyes open.  Anyway, they’d talk again in the morning.  That was some consolation.
“Goodnight Kim.”
Her heart clenched, and she nodded.  She wanted to cry!  This was ridiculous.  She was acting like a child, keeping him hanging on like this.  Keeping him waiting. 
“Goodnight,” she finally said, though that one word just about killed her.
She waited for him to hang up, and when he did tears welled in her eyes.  Those hot nights together seemed so far in the past, and wedded bliss so far in the future.  She wanted everything now.  The waiting was torture.
But she kissed the phone, as she did every night, and set it on the bedside table, and turned out the light.
The End


Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, and award-winning author of such books as:

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