Texts on my way home, before the show:
SS: I am still so hot for you. (this is ridiculous)
Penny: I was just thinking of you baby. xo
SS: Oh? something dirty I hope. I want you up against a fence, where everyone can see how you flush when you come.
Penny: Dirty boy. I want your head between my legs where it belongs.
… and that did it. God I love it when she says things like that. This is some of the dirtiest sex I’ve ever had, with Penny, and she keeps pushing me, pulls topping from me in new ways.
I had to get off before going back to Midtown for the radio show last night. I kicked off my shoes and shorts, strapped on, jacked off.
I came fast, swearing fuck and oh god with a string of dirty language in my head: that’s right. take my cock in deep. I like it when you struggle against me. Go ahead and resist, I’ll just go harder. You can take that can’t you. Can’t you. You like my cock in you. You like it when I come inside you. That’s right. … but eventually it was the memory of her clit pulsing in my mouth, my fingers tightly squeezed inside her, the way her thighs shake, that sent me over the edge.
(It occurs to me now that I’ve rarely seen her face when she comes. She likes it from behind, my fingers on her clit. Moaning into the mattress. Then there is mymouth on her, quickly becoming a surefire way to get her off. I rarely see her face. I’d like to. Like to see her eyes, her mouth open and gasping.)
So I jacked off. And – crap, lost track of time. I sped into Midtown, still strapped on* with my favorite Silky.
I got out of lateness free because my name wasn’t at the security desk out front – sometimes it’s under Smith instead of Sex, but this time it was just not there. Diana blamed security, but I knew it was because I’d spent that extra minute with my cock in my hand.
Diana looked great. Penny tuned in, and I read an excerpt from open up for me, a password-protected post from May. Diana went right to commercial, blushing, and said, “Damn, that is dirty! Dirtier than anything you’ve read on the show before … ”
And she’s right. That girl is filthy. I love it.
Plus? I was having the best hair day ever** – too bad it was radio.
Things I meant to mention on the radio last night:
* #1
** #2
are you ever NOT hot, SS??
Baby..want..your..tie!!!!
Your reading of that story was fantastically hot. That wasn't, by any chance, recorded, was it? I want to share the reading with my gf.
[I may have a copy of it I can share in the future – I'll let you know. Diana's show gets re-broadcast on the weekends, I think, but I'm not sure how to know when the shows that I've been on are going to be on again. I'll inquire. – ss]