On my way to the gym. My phone buzzes. Text message.
"I want you to blog about that" it says. From the Undresser. I'm real good at being contrary.
"What are you talking about?" I respond. I send another "Off work. Headed to the gym. Call me if you're not busy" Busy=screwing. But, I'm not worried. The Undresser always makes a little time for the chick with the Fro. Phone rings.
"About the other night" He says. "They need to read it from another point of view." "What? Why don't you blog about it? You know you are!!" "No, I'm not" he said. "I don't want people to know who I am" I argue. He says something about me playing with my pussy LOL. IRRELEVANT...but, let slow this story down. Mmm. I told him I'd think about it. See. Me? I keep a blog. Very few people I know in real life know about it. Because I'm very open. But, not this open. Not as open as the Undresser can get me. And the things I do behind closed doors aren't things I'll share too often. Not even here. But, the joys of the internet...anonymity behind a screen. A beautiful thing y'all. A beautiful thing.
And I don't know why it's so hard for me to tell the Undresser "NO"...
UH and I speak to one another at least once or twice a week. He's told me before that he wanted me on the phone while he got down with one of the chicks. He even tried to get me to listen in with the Main. I declined. I can be a bit of a nosey voyeur, but that ain't nobody else's business. And I can't lie. That post about China had me weak. I love to hear a man cum. Something about the growl in the Undresser sent me to my pleasure palace hideaway and I went to town on my damn self. Me, myself, and my thoughts...my bad yall. Flashback.
Moving right along though. Tuesday night my phone rings. I see his name. I almost don't answer. Dammit, the Golden Girls is on!! I love those old white girls!! But, because we always have good conversation, I seldom ever miss an undressed call.
"Hello?"
The conversation starts out with me asking about the status of the blog. Thing was crashed and I was feening for my daily undressed fix. I'd even take a Hate2Love post. LOL. We chit chat and small talk and he got me giggling and ish.
"Both of y'all giggling at the same time" he says.
"Who?"
"Jabs"
"Hey Jabs!!" He tells her I said hello. She may have said hello back, I really don't remember.
Undresser and I continue to chat and I hear him talking to Jabs. And then I hear her moaning. So I stop talking. Listen. "What are y'all doing? Are you serious?? Call me when you're done! I'm hanging up" "Why both of y'all trying to act all shy?" he asks. Jabs giggles. I giggle. He strokes.
By this time, I'm horny as hell. He keeps stroking Jabs, talking that goodness that I love to hear. Asking her if she likes it, if she wants it, is it good? And I'm laid out across my bed legs spread imagining that its me he's asking instead of her. Actually, I think his nasty behind WAS talking to me, . I whisper to him "Is it good baby? Tell me." And of course, he does. I keep telling him I'm gonna hang up and I never do. He hands the phone to Jabs and tells her to tell me how good it is and she says she can't. He puts me on speaker and I tell them "Yall aint shit and I hate the both of you." I mean I'm trying to get undressed too!! And they just keep going at it...and so do I.
My ears do not deceive. He stroked her (and me) to orgasm at least twice while I was on the phone. And he came. He came hard in my ear. While he fucked Jabs, I imagined that he was inside me. A little while later (Round 3 or 4, can't remember) he said Jabs was getting mad and he had to go...
dammit.
I slept like a breast fed baby though.
I know. This isn't as juicy as his. I'm sorry folks. I don't have the Zane-like capabilities. I wasn't expecting to be given a surprise assignment with it. Details are sketchy from my view...to be honest, I blanked out and was doing my own thing to the music in my ear. Next time, I'll pay a lot more attention. Might even let him record...the vocals. LOL. I promise. But, UH you can always do a follow up post and ink in the details that I left out.
You can do whatever you want baby.
I won't tell you no.
