waiting for eline

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The phone.

Let’s start there.

If I can’t wind you up with words, how can I wind you with anything? Instead of my fingers, it will be the cord. Instead of my tongue, yours, against your own fingers. Instead of my mouth, yours, parted for each ragged breath. I’ll listen to the sheets rustle against the receiver while you twist yourself up. Like you’ve wrapped yourself up in your mind so many times before drifting off to sleep. Except you’ll have guidance. Take the cord and wrap it around your wrists. Lie there and feel yourself growing. Warm. Taut. Wet.

Take the cord and move it to your neck. Tell me in a faint whisper how the cord there, loose and barely touching your neck, sends electricity down your body, across your collarbones and through your breasts. Tell me how it feels like I’m there, pulling your nipples up as they harden from the thought of it. How your desire to have the cord drawn taut around your neck makes you blush and writhe at the same time. Play with the cord as you do, but don’t draw it taut. We’ll save that, until your hands aren’t on the cord. Until your desire for it exceeds your fear of it. Your fear of admitting you crave it.

For now, we’ll let the cord brushing against your skin take the breath from you. Roll it across your flesh, letting it catch on those raised nipples. They aren’t lying about how much you want this. Are they? Take the cord further. Across your stomach. Further, across your hip bones. I can hear you thinking how much better this would be, if you were bound and I was moving the cord. Focus on that. On your hands behind your back. How your back arches to make room for them. I can feel how you drag your pants down just below your ass, so you can bind yourself. Use them to hold your hands there. Breathe, and think of my fingers around your neck. Slowly tightening.

Enough.

Now hike the fabric and drag the cord between your legs. Lightly at first. Then firmer. Think of my hands on the cord. Of how painfully light it will start. Of how you will push against it, your body begging for what your mind doesn’t allow. Now pull the cord taut, so the fabric parts and my words, coursing through the line, can fuck you as they slide past your skin. Feel the very sound of my voice against you, parting what you hide so well. Let us both hear the howl you keep hidden there.

since you’ve been gone…

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I miss owning you

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what i think of when i think of you eline

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