she's obsessed with you. so much so that even just thinking of you is enough to get her off when she gets like this‚‚ but it's never quite enough.

it's unbearable when you can't come along on tour with her. she thinks she might die if she goes that long without seeing her lover… hearing her lover's voice… kissing her lover… and you aren't much different. you're just as obsessed with her as she is with you, not a single nonchalant bone in either of your bodies. so you both make sure to call and text as much as humanly possible, hoping it lulls that emptiness until you can embrace each other again.

the night is like any other, you're both curled up in bed talking to each other about how your day went. only thing is, you're countries away from each other. it's only halfway through the tour, and yet she feels like she hasn't seen you in person for a whole decade. she misses you so much… and right now, she feels like she misses your touch the most.

she shouldn't do this, she should really just tell you… she knows you'd be more than happy to have phone sex, so then why is her hand reaching for her clothed pussy as you talk about what you made for lunch? god, it's a bit pathetic. her lover is talking about something completely mundane, and she's rubbing her clit through her panties like it's the hottest thing she's ever heard. no, it's not that. it's your voice that does it for her. you could say anything, and she'd be soaked mess in seconds.

"what was that?"

she immediately pauses. fuck. has she made a sound? did you hear her? will you be mad at her? will you hate her?–

"just getting comfy in bed, didn't say anything if that's what you mean. you were saying…?"

is that a believable excuse? fuck, do you hear the slight tremble in her voice?

and suddenly you continue what you were saying, as if there was no interruption at all. she is more than relieved, and she's definitely wetter than she was before.

she puts her phone down on her pillow and covers her mouth with that same hand, while the hand that rubbing her clit pushes her panties to the side. she starts rubbing herself again and then slowly pushing her middle finger inside of herself. it goes in easier than she'd thought, god you made her a wet needy mess and you don't even know it. she pulls her middle finger out and puts her ring finger in, preparing to put them both inside. eventually they're both comfortably inside, and she slowly starts to finger herself.

"you're so needy, Vessel."

at first she thinks she was just imagining it, but then you continue.

"tell me what you're thinking about, beloved. tell me how you're touching yourself."

god this is so embarrassing. and so, so fucking hot. she wants to stop out of shame, but also she really really doesn't. she wants you to keep talking to her, wants you to tell her off for being such a pathetic needy girl. your needy girl.

"i… i'm fingering myself…"

you barely even caught her bashful whisper. however, you won't make your her speak up right now. in that moment you recognised just how much she needs you, and that's enough for you.

"go on then, don't stop. i want to hear you, i want to hear all of it. won't you be a good girl for me and make yourself cum?"

she moans at that, she doesn't think she'll ever have enough of your voice or the way you talk to her so sweetly. you're so gentle with her she could cry, you truly make her the happiest girl in the world.

she starts to finger herself a bit faster. it feels as though her pleasure comes second now, she wants to cum simply because she wants to be your good girl. but it doesn't compare to the real thing, nothing will ever compare to the warmth of your body pressed up against her nor the sweet sound of your own moans. but this will have to do for now, sooner or later she'll have you back in her arms.

she speeds up even more at the thought, the palm of her hand hitting her clit and making her bring her other hand down and to start rubbing it again. she's a wet moaning mess, and it's all just for you. god you wish you could see her right now, see her flushed cheeks and her pretty cunt. her orgasm is rapidly approaching, and you can hear it by the sound of her sweet moans. she feels her pussy clench around her fingers and her back arching off the bed. and then you hear it, that sweet beautiful moan. you can perfectly picture how her her face looks now.

she's obsessed with you. so much so that even just thinking of you is enough to get her off when she gets like this‚‚ but it's never quite enough.

it's unbearable when you can't come along on tour with her. she thinks she might die if she goes that long without seeing her lover… hearing her lover's voice… kissing her lover… and you aren't much different. you're just as obsessed with her as she is with you, not a single nonchalant bone in either of your bodies. so you both make sure to call and text as much as humanly possible, hoping it lulls that emptiness until you can embrace each other again.

the night is like any other, you're both curled up in bed talking to each other about how your day went. only thing is, you're countries away from each other. it's only halfway through the tour, and yet she feels like she hasn't seen you in person for a whole decade. she misses you so much… and right now, she feels like she misses your touch the most.

she shouldn't do this, she should really just tell you… she knows you'd be more than happy to have phone sex, so then why is her hand reaching for her clothed pussy as you talk about what you made for lunch? god, it's a bit pathetic. her lover is talking about something completely mundane, and she's rubbing her clit through her panties like it's the hottest thing she's ever heard. no, it's not that. it's your voice that does it for her. you could say anything, and she'd be soaked mess in seconds.

"what was that?"

she immediately pauses. fuck. has she made a sound? did you hear her? will you be mad at her? will you hate her?–

"just getting comfy in bed, didn't say anything if that's what you mean. you were saying…?"

is that a believable excuse? fuck, do you hear the slight tremble in her voice?

and suddenly you continue what you were saying, as if there was no interruption at all. she is more than relieved, and she's definitely wetter than she was before.

she puts her phone down on her pillow and covers her mouth with that same hand, while the hand that rubbing her clit pushes her panties to the side. she starts rubbing herself again and then slowly pushing her middle finger inside of herself. it goes in easier than she'd thought, god you made her a wet needy mess and you don't even know it. she pulls her middle finger out and puts her ring finger in, preparing to put them both inside. eventually they're both comfortably inside, and she slowly starts to finger herself.

"you're so needy, Vessel."

at first she thinks she was just imagining it, but then you continue.

"tell me what you're thinking about, beloved. tell me how you're touching yourself."

god this is so embarrassing. and so, so fucking hot. she wants to stop out of shame, but also she really really doesn't. she wants you to keep talking to her, wants you to tell her off for being such a pathetic needy girl. your needy girl.

"i… i'm fingering myself…"

you barely even caught her bashful whisper. however, you won't make your her speak up right now. in that moment you recognised just how much she needs you, and that's enough for you.

"go on then, don't stop. i want to hear you, i want to hear all of it. won't you be a good girl for me and make yourself cum?"

she moans at that, she doesn't think she'll ever have enough of your voice or the way you talk to her so sweetly. you're so gentle with her she could cry, you truly make her the happiest girl in the world.

she starts to finger herself a bit faster. it feels as though her pleasure comes second now, she wants to cum simply because she wants to be your good girl. but it doesn't compare to the real thing, nothing will ever compare to the warmth of your body pressed up against her nor the sweet sound of your own moans. but this will have to do for now, sooner or later she'll have you back in her arms.

she speeds up even more at the thought, the palm of her hand hitting her clit and making her bring her other hand down and to start rubbing it again. she's a wet moaning mess, and it's all just for you. god you wish you could see her right now, see her flushed cheeks and her pretty cunt. her orgasm is rapidly approaching, and you can hear it by the sound of her sweet moans. she feels her pussy clench around her fingers and her back arching off the bed. and then you hear it, that sweet beautiful moan. you can perfectly picture how her her face looks now.