The Phone Call

“Hello, HELLOOOO!”
“Anyone there?”
“What? Uh? OH??”

Heavy breathing moaning
Grunts, lip smacking
The sound of pounding

“Oh my a breather!”
“An obscene phone call!”
“Oh wait it has been so long,
Let me get my vibrator!”

Sound of feet running fading in the distance.
Drawers opening then slamming shut.
Sound of feet getting louder as they get closer.
Panting “Okay I am back just a second!
OH good you’re still on the line, thank you!”

“This is so exciting I haven’t had a breather since I was 22
OH shit, the batteries are dead just another moment.”
Drawers opening and closing, “Shit, where are they
Oh I see one, where is the other one, there, wrong size,
Be right back.”

Sound of running feet fading then returning.
“Okay start again, I am ready, well almost I have to pull my jeans down.”
The swish of a zipper then sounds of struggling, a grunt, “okay ready to go.”

“Louder can you breathe louder I can barely hear you?”
“Ouch, I pinched myself, no blood; okay ready again where is the button.”
“Is your cock big or tiny?” “Are you hard or flaccid?”
“If it isn’t big enough for me to hear the slapping sounds then this won’t work.”

Click.

“Um hello? Are you still there?
“He hung up? I don’t believe it!”
“Well isn’t that a fine howdy do.”

©Saroya Poirier 5/23/09