“Hey, are you still there?” came K's voice in my ear, shaking me out of my reverie.
“Uh sorry, I lost you there for a moment. Can you repeat that?” came my false reply.
In truth, I hadn’t been listening. I’d been lost in the swirl of my own thoughts.
I’d been focused on the image of tearing your clothes to shreds. Feeling the material part beneath my strong fingers. Listening to the sound of shredding fabric. The sight of your naked flesh in the moonlight.
That’s what was on my mind.
The look in your eyes - a cup of passion mixed with a pinch of terror and a heap of anticipation. That’s where my thoughts drifted. Watching the anticipation turn to pleasure. That was the image in my thoughts.
The feel of your skin under my rough hands. The curve of your neck. The tender flesh throbbing when I start to choke you. That’s where my mind went.
My hands following the curves of your body, exploring as I go. The feel of your soft skin. Appreciating the female form that had surrendered to me. That’s where my thoughts lay.
That feeling of anticipation when my cock is poised outside your lips. Subtly rubbing on the outside, begging for the final push in to conquer the prize. Feeling the moisture run across the tip. That’s where I was.
That moment, that few seconds, actually, where I push in, acknowledging that the battle is over and the frenzied rutting can begin? That sweet surrender, the feeling of pleasure enveloping us both. That’s where I went.
“How was your day?” came K's voice through the headset.
I shake myself completely from the reverie and launch into a rendition of my day. The complaints about the lack of snow. How my meditation went. What I had seen on my 16 mile traipse through the woods. Then the realization that there was silence on the other end of the line.
“Um, did I lose you?” I say.
A few seconds pause.
“I’m here. Must have lost you for a moment.”
A grin appears on my face. “Where did your thoughts take you?”
A giggle through the receiver. “Someplace naughty.”
I answer with a chuckle. “Then tell me, girl.”
And you do.
K's editing comment: At least now I know why it feels like you aren't listening sometimes lol. Usually you are pretty good at listening, but if it has been a while sometimes you get distracted.
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