by Cj Paul
7:52pm
Claire Nichole Eden
You are incredible
7:53pm
Alexander Armstrong
And I can feel you pressing your hips into my mouth, writhing
7:53pm
Claire Nichole Eden
You are soooooooooooooo right
7:54pm
Alexander Armstrong
My tongue explores you, reaches into your Yoni. Your sacred spot.
I feel your hands in my hair, pressing my face into you recklessly.
7:55pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Recklessly........... I like that
7:56pm
Alexander Armstrong
I take your breast in my hand, massage, tease and delight your nipples, erect and sensitive and screaming.
Now, although you haven't come yet, but sooo close, I reach under your ass and standing upright, lift you toward me, toward the edge of the table, so I can enter you
7:56pm
Claire Nichole Eden
If I were there I would’ve cum multiple times in more than one way
7:57pm
Alexander Armstrong
I want to see your eyes when I slowly slide me inside of you. But first I want to rub the head and shaft of me against you, have you wet me.
Wrap your legs around my back.
Feel the tip of my cock at your entry, pressing gently, waiting to slide inside...
7:57pm
Claire Nichole Eden
You are the perfect lover
7:58pm
Alexander Armstrong
And slowly, your lips part, and very slowly, I take you, staring into your eyes, and we are lost there.
7:59pm
Claire Nichole Eden
This is a dream come true
7:59pm
Alexander Armstrong
I can feel you drawing me in, eager, clenching me with your muscles.
And I hear your gasps as I bury myself inside of you. Where neither of us has beginning nor end. One
8:00pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
8:00pm
Alexander Armstrong
I slowly withdraw, not all the way, but close enough that the head, the rim of my cock massages your G spot. Then I slide back in.
I have your breast in my hand, firmly massaging, but not distracted...our bodies one, as I slide in, and out.
8:02pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Go on
8:02pm
Alexander Armstrong
I'm guided by your legs wrapped around me. And when you squeeze me into you, I listen and respond. Slowly at first, tenderly and so passionately present, savoring every bit of the flood of sensations you soak me with
8:02pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Please
….and then?
8:03pm
Alexander Armstrong
And…LOL. Patience I can only type so fast with one hand.
8:03pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Hahahhaa
Wait............. one hand???????????????
8:04pm
Alexander Armstrong
You didn't think I was letting you have ALL the fun, did you?
8:04pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Are you really caressing your cock?
8:04pm
Alexander Armstrong
So...where was I. LOL Yes, faster and more urgently. And yes, I am. Does that bother you?
8:05pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Bother me??????????????????????
Oh my gosh
It turns me on ferociously!
8:06pm
Alexander Armstrong
Lovemaking takes two!
I hope you're exploring your treasures too.
Mom’s intuition must have sensed ‘sin’ because she picks this very moment to call.
8:06pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Hahahahha unlike you, I cannot handle myself and the keyboard at the same time.
So no
But not to worry. i have been doing my fair share of multitasking and multiorgasming.... writing to you as my body rides wave after wave of involuntary deep core O's
I promise I am in ecstasy
8:07pm
Alexander Armstrong
Does what I write really make you orgasm?
That turns ME on ferociously!
8:07pm
Claire Nichole Eden
You need to ask?
Think back on the first message I ever sent you
8:08pm
Alexander Armstrong
It just blows my mind. And totally slays me. I AM thinking of it. Hot damn.
8:08pm
Claire Nichole Eden
It told how your 'morning wood' commentary made me cum...... and that was before getting to know you!
8:09pm
Alexander Armstrong
Fair enough. So where was I?
8:09pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Inside me
8:09pm
Alexander Armstrong
Ah yes...I was feeling you wrapped around me,
8:09pm
Claire Nichole Eden
With urgency
Yes
Oh yes
8:09pm
Alexander Armstrong
With urgency growing
I can see your chest heaving, and you can hear me breathing hard too, but I'm not through with you just yet, so I withdraw
8:10pm
Claire Nichole Eden
I so want this
8:10pm
Alexander Armstrong
And
8:10pm
Claire Nichole Eden
And?
And Mom calls again! Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
8:10pm
Alexander Armstrong
I flip you over, so that you're standing, and bent over the table
I take a moment to get down on a knee, so I can taste you again, have your sweet nectar grace my tongue and lips.
Feel you squirm, and press your ass back against my face.
Feel your legs begin to tremble before I stand again, and slide back into your wet heat
8:12pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
8:13pm
Alexander Armstrong
Now I begin again, slowly at first, and then with more force, as you begin to press back against me in perfect rhythm
8:13pm
Claire Nichole Eden
YES!
8:13pm
Alexander Armstrong
I take a handful of your hair, and tug firmly, to the side, so you can look back into my eyes
8:13pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Gasp
8:14pm
Alexander Armstrong
While our bodies begin to crash together with rabid intensity
8:14pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Fuck yes!
8:14pm
Alexander Armstrong
Swelling inside you...
Feeling you squeezing me
Screaming
Moaning
8:14pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Hahahahah got that right!!!!!!!!!!
8:15pm
Alexander Armstrong
Yes
!!@^@#!!!%@#%#@^@#%!!!##%!%%%!!!
8:15pm
Claire Nichole Eden
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
8:15pm
Alexander Armstrong
God
8:15pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Yes?
Have you a mess?
8:16pm
Alexander Armstrong
Yes
Brb
She calls again!
8:16pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
You've made me very happy
And my dear i must go
My mom keeps calling
… and calling
But i stalled to umm, finish with you ;)
So much love to you
8:16pm
Alexander Armstrong
I’m back
8:17pm
Claire Nichole Eden
and THANK YOU!!!!!!!!
8:17pm
Alexander Armstrong
God. Thank YOU! The things you do to me.
8:17pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Not yet *wink*
Gotta run
Mwah!
“Yes, Mom, I’m here,” I rasp into my phone.
Chapter Twenty-ThreeMom is fifteen minutes into a litany on my lack of talent as a gardener when Alex sends his last message of the night.
8:38pm
Alexander Armstrong
I want you to be naked and alone, on the phone, with me. I want to hear your suggestions, whimpers, commands, pleas, desires. I want to meet ALL of them. I want to climax with you. Perfectly. Perfectly inasmuch as this small distance between us allows. You asked how we'll manage till we can see each other face to face? I think we'll manage. How about you? And when we do meet face to face, just...watch out. You and I will make all sorts of lovely messes together. Sweet dreams, Cariña. Je t'adore. Mas que es possible para tu puedes a entender. Solomente dame tiempo. Y yo ponere las estrellas a sus pies. Hasta mañana.
I think I know what he wrote but want to be sure. Yes. In French: he adores me. And the Spanish roughly translates to: more than you could ever understand. Only give me time. And I will put the stars at your feet. Until tomorrow.
El sigh.
My mind is racing in a thousand directions as I lay down for the night. I doubt I will sleep at all, but instead, I’m out like a light.
I awake, as I have done so often of late, with that feeling of being watched over. Only this time I am unclear as to whether I feel Alex playing the protector, or David. Either way, it feels lovely.
* * *
The next morning, I arise with the realization that I never put today’s show together. A few months ago, this would have plunged me into a pit of self-loathing and despair. Today, I merely shrug it off. I choose instead to dedicate the show to Danielle and conduct a live, open-air forum where participants can talk about loved ones they have lost, or just anything at all. It turns out to be one of the most powerful shows I’ve ever broadcast. Food for thought.
One of the participants turns out to be bombshell Kelly Putnam, Alex’s ‘pie date’ of yore. She tells about losing a kitten when she was in Kindergarten and how it scarred her for life. She really is a sweet girl. And I sincerely hope she finds the right guy for her, which, clearly, Alex is not. A brainstorm hits, and I ask her to stay on after the show to chat for a moment. Ken Warner, a sweet Facebook friend of Alex’s, reminds me an awful lot of Kelly, and for some reason, I envision the two of them getting on famously. I do a bit of subtle cyber-matchmaking, encouraging Kelly to check out his posts and let the chips fall where they may.
Once the show is over, I forgo my usual celebratory relaxations and instead snap into action, making the place ready for David’s arrival. I very rarely have overnight guests, and my spare bedroom has become little more than a dumping ground for all the things I want to ditch quickly when my mom is coming over. She’s been visiting so much that the room now looks like a war zone. The menagerie pitches in, with Daphne slowly pointing out things that need to be put elsewhere. Jasper does nothing but look on reproachfully and let me know if he thinks I’m ‘doing it wrong.’ And Persephone is busier than us all, retrieving everything I’ve just put away as well as presenting new items she’s found who-knows-where.
I do the five loads of laundry that have been piling up and am very relieved not to have deposited any of my pets into the washer or dryer this time. But, I am getting a bit annoyed that I have somehow managed to misplace another thong as well as a bra, bikini, tank top and favorite skirt. “Guys’ll do that to you,” I inform Daphne. In David’s room, I fruitlessly rummage through my pile of worn clothes in search of the missing items.
Alex is also very busy at the moment. His children are visiting for the weekend and he has all sorts of cleaning to do. The housework goes by quickly for us both, as we spend most of the day on speakerphone with one another, engaging in small talk and getting to know one another in sweet and innocent ways. I am delighted to find he is very fun and has a wonderful giggle.
Every now and then, I hear a buzz indicating a text is coming through, but I pay no attention, since I am on the phone with the only person I want a text from. When Alex puts the phone down to vacuum, I sneak a peek and am thrilled to find out that the text is actually from him:
ALEX: The two of us naked, in bed. Both of us sitting upright. You straddled across my lap with your legs around me. My muscular arms wrapped tightly around your upper and lower back, squeezing you tightly against me. Your hair tickling my face. My face, pressed into your bosom, with my ear against your chest, listening to you breathe and the pounding of your heart. Your hands and nails grasping and clutching my back, pulling me into you. Our bodies perfectly together, so that any space between us melts completely, and every inch of our flesh is connected and intertwined, together, one.
Before I can respond, he is back on with me and divines from my shy, breathy tittering that I have seen his message. There are so many sides to him. One moment he is deep and philosophical. The next, he is a cool dude, all man and, as he says, “bad ass.” The next, a sweet gentle love-bug, or a nerdy, geeky goofball. And then there is that erotic side that is unlike anything I’ve ever encountered: so raw, so unabashed, so incomprehensibly sexy. You put it all together, and he is nothing short of irresistible to me, literally. I find myself drawn to him like a tractor beam. It unnerves me. And I love it.
We talk about everything: our pasts, our tastes, our hopes and dreams – the usual. During the conversation, I cross a line, telling him something that I fear will be misunderstood – but it is something that bears addressing.
As a bottom of the heap celebrity (a talk show host), I have a small number of rabid fans – a very small number. Regardless of the paltry statistics, there are several men who confess to me on a regular basis that they are ‘in love’ with me. What’s more, they believe I am in love with them, even though I’ve usually not done so much as kiss them. I’ve certainly never done anything to lead them on. At least I try not to. I’m not exactly a flirt. The first few times this happened, I took it to heart, and was pretty upset by it. I would never want to toy with someone’s emotions. At the time, April set me straight, telling me that it was them, not me, and that I am not in any way a tease. She said these imaginary romantic relationships were in the men’s own minds, and were their problems. Gad, how I miss that girl.
These days when those three little magic words get thrown my way – I love you – I simply chalk it up to being a public figure, though a very private one. The ‘I love you’s tend to ebb and flow, but at least once a year I receive a bonafide marriage proposal. And I don’t mean from wacko fans. I’m talking about from men I work with, men I know socially. I just don’t get it. I’m not a twenty-three year old hard body. I’m a maturing homebody.
I am uncomfortable telling Alex all this because I fear I must sound like a megalomaniac, or egomaniac, or some sort of maniac. Even so, I really enjoy him and don’t want our budding relationship ruined by his getting all gooey over me, as is so often inexplicably the case. He takes it all in stride, and with a laugh, tells me not to worry about such things. I am relieved beyond measure and excuse myself to go make a quick cup of tea.
I come back to find he has cut the tension I was feeling by zipping me a speedy, flirtatious text:
ALEX: Meanwhile, imagine me pinning y
ou up against the wall by your hands, pressing you with my body, and kissing you like I MEAN it
All I can do is smile and gleefully keep talking.
Later in the day, chores done and feet up, we have a candid talk about our love lives. I tell him all about David, including the bit about him staying here. Alex is unfazed and clearly not the jealous type. I like that. While we are talking, Geronimo calls, and for once, I actually want to speak with him.
“Hi, Nimo! Just the man I want to talk to. How are you?”
“Hi, babe. What’s shakin’?” he asks.
“Just getting ready for a houseguest. How ‘bout you?”
“Houseguest? What houseguest? I didn’t know anything about that,” he complains.
“Hahahah well of course you didn’t. I haven’t told you yet. It just came up spur of the moment.”
“I see,” he says curtly. “Well, I was going to invite you to dinner, but...”
“I’d love to go!” I exclaim.
“Excuse me?”
“I said I’d love to go. When were you thinking?”
“Umm...tomorrow night?” he suggests.
“Wonderful! What time’s good for you?”
“Seven?”
“Sounds great. I’ll be ready. See you then, Nimo.”
He ends the call, “Uh, ok. Bye, sexy.”
I’ve been thinking that I really should tell Nimo that I am becoming involved with someone, and going out to dinner tomorrow seems like the perfect opportunity. It’s something I’d rather do in person, not electronically. He deserves that.