Page 57 of Fractured Frets

Slip: I tested clean last December. Want proof?

Me: No. But can I think about this?

Slip: Sure. Just thinking about going bare has given me a semi.

Me: Really?

Slip: Yep. You in LA next Friday? R U coming to Duke’s gig?

Me: Hope so. Depends on Mom. If she’s okay, I’ll come out.

Slip: We need to catch up.

Me: I know. But busy in LA with work too that weekend.

Slip: Don’t care if it’s only for an hour. I want to fuck you for real instead of jerking off to pictures of you.

Me: You do that?

Slip: Every day. Would prefer to have a picture of you naked. But the one of you in that tight red mini at our launch party gets me totally off.

Me: You liked that dress?

Slip: Fuck yes. Now I am hard.

Me: Aren’t you about to have a shoot?

Slip: Yep. Better go beat one out. Send me a photo? Video? A pic of your tits would be awesome. Or your pussy. Naked, even better.

Me: No way. Not going to have those images leak on the Internet.

Slip: My phone is secure and encrypted. My eyes only. Guaranteed.

Me: You send me a dick pic first.

Slip: You want one?

Me: Sure. I have every inch of your cock memorized, but a picture would help for bedtime.

Slip: Fuck. I want to watch you touch yourself. I’d get off on that. Now I really need to slap the stallion. Hold on.

Me: Slip?

Slip: ...

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This do?

I opened the image he sent. Oh my fucking lord! His hand was wrapped around his long, thick cock. The head glistened. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him on my tongue. My thighs clenched. My pussy quivered. Hmmm. It had only been two weeks since I’d seen him, but I ached to be with him again.

Me: WOW!

Slip: Your turn.

Me: Let’s FaceTime.

Stretched out on my hotel bed, I switched to a video call. As he pumped his cock, I shoved my hand down my pants and touched myself. I got off on watching him. Listening to his voice, his moans. Him. So freaking hot! I didn’t know what it was about Slip, but I loved every experience. Every crazy, dirty thing he did and said to me drove my body wild.

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