Your Voice

In the quiet of my bedroom it is turning into the wee hours of the night. It began hours before when I logged online catching up with friends, playing on twitter before finally beginning my QPQ work I try to find time for every night.

You were there just as you had been on so many of these late nights. Chatting away, catching up on the latest, and following along as I twittered to this one or that one. Asking questions when you didn't quite understand my Diva life.

We talk about the show we saw the other night, the friends of mine you met and we talk about when I will see you again. Our chat takes a turn to what we will do. What you will do to me and I can feel the heat start to build in me. You do this to me so easily. Just a few written words and I can begin to imagine. At points I have trouble typing because my concentration is elsewhere as I feel myself become wetter and wetter.

Some of this is new for me. Computers and the internet were not part of my prior life when I was last single. I never imagined what seeing those words you write would make me feel. How a few sentences can cause my cunt to flood with that warm wetness.

I can't take it any longer and I reach for my latest favorite toy, The Ideal. You can't see me or hear me. You don't know that I have removed my soaked panties. In your home, behind your own screen you can't fully know the effects you are having on me.

Into the silence of the night my phone begins to ring. I look down at it and see that it is you. I try to calm myself as I turn off my Ideal and reach for it saying hello, hoping that you will not know what I have been doing. But I was wrong. You knew all along the effect your words had on me. You sensed it even across the distance of the internet.

Then the questions began. Asking me what I was doing. Was I touching myself. Did I have any of my toys in my hand. What was I wearing. Dragging those answers out of me that I always felt to shy to say before but that I could not hold back from you at that moment.

Through all those words and questions the only thing I heard was your voice. That distinct voice of yours that I can still hear in my head when I think back to that night. It was your voice that I needed to hear. To have you reach across the distance and touch me with your voice when you were too far physically to touch me.

When you said those first few words of how you wanted to touch me it was all I needed. It pushed me right over the edge and into that orgasm I had so desperately desired.

When I close my eyes now I can still hear your voice.