A phone call unleashes my lust.Midsummer night and I'm

A phone call unleashes my lust. Midsummer night and I'm here, alone, watching a bad movie on television, one of those that play at three in the morning for insomniacs like me. I look at it without desire, I have seen it so many times, and at that time I always They play Hitchcock's The Birds. I love the final scene, when they leave and They slowly walk to the car with all the birds on the porch. The movie ends, the credits flood the screen, name after name. name are passing by all those who made it possible for me to be seeing now the film. I know I have to go to bed, I turn off the TV and slowly get up from the couch, I turn on the light in my room and get into the sheets, so thin and cool. that the contact against my heated skin is appreciated. I can't sleep uncovered, It is beyond my strength. I start with the stupid sleeplessness in which I immerse myself every night, tossing and turning and more turns, tangling the fabric between my legs and slowly sinking into a state of semi-consciousness. Then a frightening, shrill, piercing sound enters my ears and my head making me jump with my heart pounding. I see the light illuminated of my cell phone screen while I try to pick up with my numb fingers for the dream. Instead of hitting the button on the left I hang up. Shit, now I wouldn't know who had called me or worse, would call again and the stupid tone of my phone would get on my nerves again. I hurry and silence him so as not to wake up half the neighborhood and I wait with him in hands to see if the stranger would call me again. It didn't take long to start to vibrate and light up. I definitely didn't know the number. I pick up. -Yeah? -Hello baby. That voice His voice made my whole body stir as if they had just electrocute me I bit my lower lip without being able to avoid it before answer him. -Hello Eloy, How can you think of calling me at three thirty in the morning? -Now, I'm sorry, beautiful, I just haven't had another moment. -Damn, I don't know where you are, but that looks like a cage of crickets. -Yes, I'm on the beach, celebrating San Juan, you know that as soon as I have fights I like to escape somewhere and I have come with some friends. By the way, the The cell phone I'm calling from is one of them, which is free. -What a rat you are. -A bit. Did I wake you up? -No, I had just gotten into bed, but I couldn't sleep. How is he atmosphere there? -Puff, very hot, you can imagine. Hot in every way… -Eloy! -That? -Don't fuck with me man, I've been without, ahem, you know for a long time. -Well, but that will be fixed quickly, as soon as I arrive in Madrid I will give you a Visit so that all the bitterness goes away. Let's see if you believe that I don't I feel like it. -Baby, let's leave this topic because in the end the night ended badly, with calm that I was. -Ha ha, okay beautiful, I'll call you on Monday when I'll be there. -I'm waiting for you anxiously. -A kiss wherever you like most. -Have a good time. Pi pi pi… The silence of summer in my room surrounded me. I was left without his voice again, how painful it was every time he hung up on me. Look at the phone screen, three thirty-seven. Raise your hand and I placed it on the shelf above my bed and covered myself with the sheet. waiting for sleep to overcome me. But the memory of the soft sound of his voice telling me that everything was hot disturbed my sleep, turning it into wet and hot fantasies. The friction of the clothes was beginning to suffocate me, I needed a little relief inside from the sauna that was my room. I slid my hands under the fabric and took off the tank top that had begun to soak with sweat. The feel of the cold, fresh sheet against my breasts hardened my nipples. almost instantly. A part of me imagines that it was Eloy who was blowing on them. to cool off. My mind, feverish and needy, continued daydreaming about that man who had me so obsessed. His hands caressed the roundness of my breast, tracing its contour and Playing with my canal, he rubbed my collarbone and walked along my neck. My skin crawled at the contact, I felt his lips kissing each inch of my chest and shoulders, his fingers playing with my hair and his body fibrous and hard next to mine. How much I needed him, I didn't care that I was making love to a memory, I needed his mouth, devouring mine fiercely, with that passion that is hidden in an always serene face. My body continued to heat up to unsuspected limits. lower my hand caressing my belly, playing with the piercing that adorns my navel without surpass the line marked by the rubber band of the pink shorts that was wearing. My fingers went down even further, separating the legs a little I began to massage my pussy over the pajamas, noticing the pressure of my hand against the fabric already moist. I was very excited, I could feel the heat coming off my crotch. while he pinched my labia majora, bringing them together and pressing my clitoris with force. That one always managed to make me very horny and on the verge of orgasm. What I felt was very intense. I decided to free myself from the clothes that still fit and slid the shorts down. my legs to take it out and throw it to the ground, I was still wearing the thong even though it was really wet. The summer heat wreaked havoc and the sheets stuck together against my bare skin. I pushed my underwear to the side, exposing my pussy, hot and dripping with flow, I wanted to play a little, feel the wetness on my fingers like this I opened my lips wide and ran my index finger from my clitoris to my anus, which was soaked with the effluvia that flowed from my vagina. Wet, very wet and open, I inserted a finger inside me to feel the The heat he gave off surprised me that he moved with such freedom. a soft A moan escaped my half-open mouth when I slowly pulled my finger out of my mouth. Pussy. I brought it to my lips and stuck out my tongue to taste my flavor, that flavor. salty and at the same time so sweet of a horny female. My thong came sliding down my legs, so wet that it was wetting my thighs while I was taking it off. Finally, naked and horny, I prepared to masturbate thinking about Eloy, feeling him, dreaming him with an unusual urgency, with an insatiable appetite. I opened my legs wide, noticing how my soaked labia minora were separated, I needed an orgasm and I got ready for it. Tremendously excited, I introduced a finger into my vagina, rubbing my deepest areas. erogenous and making circles inside me, stimulating me as only my phalanxes knew how to do it. The index finger of my right hand began a frantic movement up and down, Rubbing my clit hard and fast. I felt my ecstasy brewing in everything my genital area, I felt heat and pressure in my belly like I wanted to urinate. It was so hot… My left heart searched for the entrance to my anus, lubricated with my own fluid, eager for attention. I gradually penetrated my ass while I kept masturbating hard. That's how I found myself, with my legs wide open, stimulating my clitoris and with a finger in my pussy and another in my anus, making me moan and sigh with pleasure, remembering the body of the man that made my insides burn. My back arched, I love feeling how my fingers fight against the skin. that separates my two holes by barrier. It's incredible what it feels like. The orgasm rushes me, I notice it growing even more in my kidneys, occupying my entire sex eager to unload in a shower of flow and howls of desperation. I start drilling myself with a real frenzy, my fingers move like automatons and in my head only the image of your perfect naked body between my legs I'm going to cum, I notice it, I clench my neck, imprisoning the finger I had in inside, the rest continues to stimulate me while my legs tense, raising my body slightly off the bed as they begin to shake. A gasp bounces off the walls of my room as I orgasm. It spills onto the sheets, soaking my hands even more and leaving me exhausted, happy and finally, exhausted. I look at the clock, four twenty-six. Maybe now I can sleep and not even bothered to put my clothes back on. Wet sheets stay cold stuck to my skin and my eyes close, overcome by drowsiness. I'm Penelope waiting for her husband, only they never tell you how I can stand it. Penelope spent so much time alone and faithful. Then my heart skips a beat, again the happy melody of my cell phone which I'm starting to get really disgusted with. I look at the number, that unknown number but that already seems familiar to me. I pick up praying to hear your voice. - Baby, don't you know what I just did in the sea thinking about you?