kiss me thru the phone

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Hey, it's me. I know that you, um, you called me earlier and I wasn't able to pick up and that is because I was at the vet. Yes, Buttons ate an entire cactus leaf and then threw it up and he's fine.

I just want to be really clear that he's fine, but he also, it's not a cactus leaf. What was it? It was a fucking, like he just took a big bite out of it.

Like it was an apple, but yeah, no, he's fine. No stickers. He had one that was like in his lip, poor baby.

But, um, other than that, totally fine. Remains the stupidest, most luckiest cat alive and is currently knocked out. Um, just, so yeah, that's why I wasn't able to call and I'm sorry, but I did get your texts, which are so naughty and I couldn't quite bring myself to take pictures of myself right now.

Um, obviously I'm like, I've been at the vet for like, you know, almost six to seven hours today. So not looking my, my best, too tired to take a shower, literally barely managed to brush my teeth and call Uber Eats. So, well, I didn't call Uber Eats, but you know what I mean? Um, so I figured that instead of leaving you on red, which would be so mean and so rude because you looked so good, that I would, um, just send you a little note in my voice and, uh, you could, you know, utilize that that way since we're not going to be seeing each other until Saturday and it is Tuesday and, uh, at least I'm kind of going a little stir crazy already.

Um, yeah, so that was what I was going to do. If that is okay with you, I ask my phone, which is a one-sided conversation you can't respond to. So if you don't want to engage with this audio message in such a way, you can definitely turn it off and I will not be offended and I will actually never know.

Oh my God, I need to fucking shut up. Anyway, um, yeah, you've been on my mind lately and I, I would be lying if I didn't say that our bed is extremely empty without you and, um, I miss you most, honestly, in the mornings, which is hilarious because I fucking hate mornings, like, without passion and a fervor, as you know. Um, but yeah, just having one little cat isn't quite enough.

Um, I'm used to the big, to a whole body. Um, like, he's spooning me and keeping me warm and your fucking cold ass toes. I don't know how you can be so warm up top and then have such fucking cold toes.

You have circulation problems. I'm, I'm like 99% sure that that's what that is. I heard it in a TikTok somewhere, but anyway.

Yeah, I was just, I was thinking about you this morning when I was lying in bed by myself and I, um, you know, started to miss the way that you would wake me up sometimes. Um, you know what I mean? Like, you would, I would have my back to your chest and you would, um, have your hands around my metal and you would be being very good, not moving your hands anywhere, but you would still, um, I could tell you were, you were awake.

Um, and you'd just be making little circles on my stomach with your fingers and, uh, remind me to start, um, moving them a little lower. Well, you would, uh, ask me if I was awake in my ear and I would say yes. And you would just give me a little butterfly kiss, super light on my neck, under my ear.

And you would ask me if you could make me come for breakfast, which is so dorky. Um, and I would say yes because I'm not clinically insane. Um, and then you would, um, you would slide your, your fingers under my waistband of my shorts and just make lower and lower circles, just gently, so gently.

I could, you could tell I was wet before I even, before I even got down there because of course I was. Um, um, and then you would just gently slide your finger into all that wet and you would just give me another little kiss on the neck and tell me that I was such a good girl getting ready for you without being asked. And of course that would make me twice as wet because goddamn.

Um, but then you would just, um, ask me if, um, I was gonna be a good little girl and I'll let you touch my clit. And I said, yes, please. And you said, yes, please, what? And, um, I'd say, uh, yes, please, mommy.

And, uh, you would just start rubbing my clit so slowly. And, uh, I would, you could always fucking find exactly what the right spots were. I don't know how you fucking do that.

Even right now I'm like kind of having to figure it out myself. Even it's my fucking body, but somehow I feel like you, you know it better in some ways. Yes, you'd just be rubbing my clit so soft.

And I would start moving my hips and you would, you would grab my hips and you'd pull them back so that my ass was up against, um, your, um, your, your hips. Um, and you'd put one of your legs over top of me and tell me to be a good girl. And remind me that I promised I would be, that I was going to be a good girl for mommy.

And, um, um, so, so I would be, I would promise to be a good girl. And you'd say, are you sure? Because if you don't, then I'm going to have to punish you.

And obviously, punishment, oh no. Yeah, I'm a kind of a stomach brat. I'm still a brat in the two weeks that you've been gone, but you know.

So you would keep touching me and then you would use your leg to like jimmy between my legs, like weave it back through and like open me up in this really in this really impressive yoga way. Do you remember the first time you fucking did that? And I was like, whoa, how did you do that? Um, yeah, you, you do that.

It was sort of like a like a rope in my legs from inside with your own leg and then you'd start rubbing even more and tell me that I was being such a good girl. And you were so proud of me. You think I look so pretty.

The light wasn't even fully up in the sky, but you thought that I was already shining. Oh, it's just so, so corny and so sweet. And I would have to be shaking at that point because I couldn't move my fucking hips.

Otherwise, I knew you'd stop. And so I just be tremoring a little bit and, um, you would, um, you'd ask me if I was ready to free your fingers. And I, I, I would say fucking please.

Yes, mommy. I don't even know how to tell you how much I would want that right now, too. But I only have my own.

So I guess that's just gonna have to, that's just gonna have to do for now. Fuck. Um, oh, fuck.

I wish you could feel fucking what I am right now. Oh, my God. Yeah.

Oh, I'm, I'm fucking soaked. Well. And then you would just slide one of your little fingers into my fucking pussy.

And you would always say that I was so ready for you and I did such a good job preparing myself. And, uh, you would just go a little at a time until you were all the way in. I would be really struggling not to fucking move my hips, which I'm trying not to do now, too.

But, yeah. Then you would fucking curl your finger in like a little come hither hook situation. Oh, and that shit, that shit hits extremely different first thing in the morning.

And then you would, um, have one of your thumb on my fucking clit while you just kept coming in and making the hook motion into my pussy. Um, and pushing right against that spot that you know I really love. I actually can barely get to it myself.

I don't know how, I don't know how you do it. Maybe you just have longer fingers or something. Oh, fuck, that was my hip.

Did you hear that? Jesus. Um, but then you just keep doing it and you just keep doing that and rubbing my clit with your thumb.

And I would be, I would be trying to keep it together because I'm gonna be a good girl. I wanted to be a good girl for you. I promised that I would.

And then you would put another fucking finger. You'd add another finger and you'd really hook him this time. And I would fucking lose it because, um, Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to stay, stay together under these circumstances?

And, oh, fuck. You would start kissing up my neck. And your other hand would slide down my shirt.

You would just take one of my tits in your hands and you'd make this fucking sound. I can't even, I can't even do it. But it's just like pure fucking animal pleasure.

Like you're always just so fucking satisfied and excited whenever you got to touch my tits and find out that they weren't just as perfect as the last time you touched them. Your words, not mine. And then I, uh, you would, um, you'd say I was being such a good girl that you wanted to taste me.

And you'd take both of your fingers out of me and, I mean, that was always fucking the worst part of this, unfortunately, because then you weren't playing with my pussy anymore. But you'd put them in your fucking mouth and you would suck on them and tell me that I tasted so sweet. I tasted so sweet for you.

And, um, then you, you would bite my fucking neck, like right at the fucking place where it meets my shoulder. I swear to God, I would almost come, like, exclusively from that. I don't know what it is.

You're the only person that's ever been able to do that to me. Um, and then you would, um, you would tell me to get on my back like a good girl and I would, I would go and then you, sometimes he would just flip me totally around so I was had my legs off the end and my head and my back on the bed and you would probably take all my pants off and you would get out of the bed and pull down my shorts all the way and, um, throw them somewhere, probably somewhere I wouldn't be able to find them ever again because I lost a couple of nice pairs of shorts that way. And then you would, you would ask me if I was gonna be a good girl and take your tongue and I would say something affirmative.

Usually I was, like, moments from, um, blacking out at this point. And, um, you would, you would ask me again if I was gonna be a good girl and I would say yes, please, please, oh please, please, fuck, I want you. Oh, I want you.

Oh, fuck, fuck. I would say yes, I'm gonna be a good girl, I'm a good girl, I'm your good girl, baby. And, um, then you would, um, get down on your knees and I would just look at you like the second before.

I would just see your eyes, I would just see your fucking pupils get bigger as you're just looking at me and seeing how fucking wet and dripping and pink I was for you, how I'm ready I was for you, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, how ready I was for you and your fucking tongue. Oh, and I would ask you again, please, please, please, baby, please, please lick me, please lick me, please lick my clit. And you would tell me that I was being good and even if I kept being good you would keep doing it.

And I said, okay, and you fucking, you fucking put your mouth on my, on my pussy and I, oh, god, your fucking mouth, your fucking mouth was always so good, you were just like, and suck at me and sometimes you'd just use like the tiniest bit of your teeth, just the littlest bit of your teeth on my clit and, and I would ask you.