Page 52 of A Very Snowed In New Year
ShayAnything.83: I have so many fantasies about making you feel good.
ShayAnything.83: Can I tell you what I think about doing to you? Lie on the edge of your bed with your legs spread apart so I can crawl between them.
Jesus. I am so hard right now, it’s painful. I don’t want to go slow either.
HoldUp.76: That’s a great idea, but I’m going to tell you what I want you to do first, baby. You lie back on the bed.
I’m lying on my back, on my bed, propped up on some pillows. But I can’t type anymore. Fuck it. I press and hold a button to record my voice.
HoldUp.76:
“Hey, I’m gonna record my voice because it’s easier, okay? I wanna hear you too, baby. Let me hear your sweet voice while you touch yourself.”
A pause while she listens to the message. I kick off my pants and boxer briefs, stroking as slowly as I can. I want her hands on me so bad right now. That sweet mouth on my cock. I’d switch to vanishing video on this thing if the situation were any different and then worry about screen recordings later.
ShayAnything.83: I can’t. I don’t want my roommates to hear.
HoldUp.76: Roommates?
ShayAnything.83: Neighbors. In the hotel room next to mine. In Sedona.
ShayAnything.83: I’m better at writing than talking, Holden. I think better with my fingers. This way I can tell you things like how much my honeyed pleasure center aches for your big hard cock.
ShayAnything.83:
HoldUp.76:
“You do not have to be embarrassed about saying that, baby. I liked it. All of it. I really like the way your fingers think. But I’m gonna do voice because I can barely see straight. I really wish you’d tell me with your voice how you’re feeling and what you’re doing, baby. I barely remember what you sound like.”
ShayAnything.83: This feels wrong.
HoldUp.76: You mean bad?
ShayAnything.83: Yeah. I guess I mean wrong and bad in a good way.
HoldUp.76:
“Good. Yes. Come on, lemme hear you, baby. It’s gonna disappear in five minutes anyway, remember? Hurry up, okay? I’m so close already—just hearing your voice is gonna put me over the edge. Tell me what you think about doing to me.”
I squeeze my shaft like I’m trying to choke it. I don’t even know what to call what we’re doing and I have no idea why this is so hot, but every inch of me is on fire and this is what I’ve needed for so long. This is it. If this sweet girl had any idea what I want to do to her right now, she would know whatwrong and bad in a good wayreally means. Because I have a feeling she doesn’t really have any idea.
ShayAnything.83:“Um. Hi… Okay, hold on. Whoops!”
That voice.
I stroke myself again, slow and steady, waiting for another voice message. It’s probably going to be short and sweet, and I can listen to it as many times as I can until it disappears. Or I can record it on my phone if my brain starts working properly again.
Where is she?
The dots keep moving.
Closing my eyes, I imagine those dots are kisses. She’s pressing kisses up the inside of my thigh. Getting nice and settled between my legs, teasing and satisfying me with her tongue and her mouth and her hands at the same time. I want to stroke her hair while her head bobs up and down between my legs, hold on to the side of her pretty head and guide her.
Ding!
Oh, thank fuck—another voice message.
ShayAnything.83:
