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I opened my eyes again two hours later to the quiet apartment, and an awesome feeling of unexpectedly welcome solitude. I got up with breakfast in mind. Oh, right, the fridge was empty. But there had to be coffee left. Steph would never run out of coffee. I set the coffeemaker to work and sat with the computer to place our weekly supermarket order. Maybe they could deliver it by noon, and I could have a good, nutritious lunch. I also thought of trying one of the thousand new companies offering delivery of already-made meals ready for the microwaves. But I never got to place an order.While browsing the best-rated services, my eyes stole away out the window, enjoying the silence. I had no idea what time Steph would be back and for the first time in my life, I didn’t care. I felt fine just like that, on my own. My cock, right about to let go of my morning wood, nodded in disagreement.“Well, bad luck,” I muttered, sipping my coffee.“Send me a couple of videos. Be creative.”Right, that
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It was a weird weekend. Steph kept playing offended about the shower fuck, waiting for me to come around, basically because that was the way it’d always been. And I kept ignoring her, giving her plenty of opportunities to come around and prove she loved me enough to put her pride aside one damn time.She didn’t. Me neither.Knowing she’d be out most of the day again on Sunday, I decided to spend another night in the couch. I’d take the bed over the moment she left for the food bank. But first, I had to make it to Sunday morning.Being so used to have sex once or twice a day, every day, my cock resented the lack of action. I tried to ignore it. Like it was so easy. I’d almost made it when I found myself lost in yet another prison dream involving Big Ellie. It was late night, after lights off. I was locked up in a solitary confinement cell, standing face against the door, hands up handcuffed to the doorframe above my head, pants halfway down my buttocks, my hard cock hanging out the slo
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I fondled my cock over the trunks and brought one foot up to the stool of the windowsill, guiding my throbbing cock to the side and into the trunks’ leg. I stroked it like that, crammed against my inner thigh, until the head showed out the leg bottoms.Shit, I had no lube and I didn’t wanna limp around, looking for wash hand or something like that. Wait. I still had the bottle in my other hand, covered in tiny condensation drops.Damn, it was also cold, but I was so hard, I didn’t think it would have any effect.It didn’t, meaning it didn’t bring my boner down. Rather the other way around: the contrasting temperatures felt arousing. So I pulled my cock out and teased it, pressing the cold plastic on my tip, and rubbing the underside against it. Soon my nuts felt swollen, and I wanted to go back to sleep. So I closed my eyes, let my head fall back and killed it off.In a way, Big Ellie had woken me up. I decided to return the favor, so I sent him the video before going back to sleep.L
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Maybe she’d thought my telling her that I loved her was putting our fight behind. It wasn’t. Yeah, I loved her, but that didn’t change that I was still pissed off, sick and tired of having to keep so much to myself, good and bad, so she could keep having things her way, no matter how I felt or what I was going through.“Dinner’s ready.”I looked up at her at the doorway, all sullen and built-up, and looked back down at my phone, sprawled on the bed.“I already ate,” I replied, every bit as curtly as her.“You could’ve told me.”“You could’ve asked.”She snorted and slammed the door shut. I rolled my eyes, knowing she’d be back in three, two, one...“We need to talk.”Her shadow fell on my legs, showing her still standing at the doorway, hands on her hips. Jeez, was that supposed to scare me?“Do we.”“You haven’t talked to me in two days! You didn’t even sleep with me!” she cried, raising her voice way higher than necessary. “You hardly touch me anymore! And when you do, you fuck me f
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I stayed in our room until she came to bed. Then I got up and went to the living area. Nine-thirty. I had time for a beer in the couch. At ten sharp, I put on my earbuds and called Big Ellie, going around the room to turn off all the lights. He picked up right away, and I was surprised to see his bare shoulders and chest. His tanned skin shaped healthy toned muscles in a slim-yet-fit way.“What d’you want?” was my greeting.His little smirk felt like a smack in the back of my head, calling me to attention.“You know what I want, so I’ll leave it up to you.”I don’t know why my cock nodded, if it was his deep voice in my ears, his words, his burning dark eyes on me, but I would’ve gladly chopped the spoiled limb off.I went to the dining area window like the night before and settled my phone against the frame, leaning it a little back so the front camera showed something more than my knees. For some reason, I felt I’d get hard in a heartbeat, and I didn’t want it to happen before I too
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The lack of oil turned the whole thing into something sort of dull and shallow, just going through the motions to produce an outcome, pun intended.However, he was there, whispering in my ear, reading my body language down to the tiniest hint, telling me what to do to make it last. So he eventually had me as usual: swallowing moans, panting and begging.“Let me come!”“Just a little more.”“Oh, fuck!” I groaned under my breath. I had to let go of my cock, that throbbed and wagged against my lower belly. I kept teasing my hard nipples as I grabbed my nuts. I could feel the pricks and jerks trying to connect my chest and my groin.“That’s fucking hot.”Something in his voice made me frown in disgust.“Are you touching yourself?”He let out a soft scoff. “Sorry, did you expect me to?”Now that I thought about it. “Wouldn’t be bad, not being the only one hard for a change.”“I didn’t say I wasn’t hard.”My hand jumped from my chest to my cock out of its own volition. I don’t know how I ma
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I extended my brain’s rain check, pulled the hardest throw pillow we had under my belly and parked my cock between it and the mattress, my eyes nailed to my phone.I never expected it to be arousing, but it was. I watched what I was doing, and at the same time, I felt what I was seeing. I gave in to this new private little game, watching and feeling myself play it. Still not fully awake, I didn’t even bother to come in my fist, too comfy with my arms around my pillow, where I sank my face for that blessed blinding moment of absolute oblivion.“Nice.”For a moment, I thought I was still sleeping, and I was hearing Big Ellie speak to me in a dream.“That would spice up the most boring meeting. Thanks for the call.”I didn’t move, keeping my face against the pillow when it caught fire, so bad my ears burned, as I grasped what had actually happened: in my numb sleepy state, instead of recording, I’d just facetimed the whole thing to the last number in my calls log. I should’ve felt gratef
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I grabbed my phone and texted Big Ellie, still studying the ring.“I have the boxes.”The only vibrating rings I’d seen had a small vibrating bullet on top, to use during intercourse to transmit the vibration to the base of the shaft and tease the woman’s clit at the same time. This one puzzled me, with that ribbed pad where the vibrator seemed to be located. How was I supposed to wear it? I could only guess the pad had to rest on top of the shaft. Hey, that should feel great if I added a little oil.Like replying to my thoughts, Big Ellie texted me.“Download this app and load the ring.”He added a GIF showing what I thought was a battery slot holding a small oil bead.“Wicked,” I muttered.I didn’t bother checking what the app was. I just left the phone downloading it and turned to the box of beads. Only then I noticed half of the beads were the fat pills he’d given me the week before, and the other half were small and round, exactly the size to fit in the vibrator’s slot. The soft
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