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“No, fuck that. I would like to talk about how big your dick is. And why you’ve been hiding this from me for two freaking years!”

“Would it have changed anything?”

“Hmm. No. I guess not.”

“It was a nice surprise, right?”

“It was.”

“All this time you’ve been picturing my dick… how? Small and skinny?”

“No.”

“Were you picturing it?”

“Of course.”

“So what did it look like in your mind?’

“You know. Porn star big.”

He laughs. “So what’s there to talk about? I met your expectations?”

“Exceeded them.”

“That’s good.”

“Pretty fucking good.”

“And this whole ass sex thing? Part of the act like the accent? Or is that a real request?”

“Ha. Like you’re ever going to get the chance.”

“So you don’t want me to get the chance?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just making an observation that we’ve been dating—well, phone-fucking—for two years now, and… yeah. I’m not sure there’s any actual ass sex in our future.”

“You’re supposed to be telling me my future, Madam Tara.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

“I’m ready.”

I take a deep breath. God, I really like him. I wish we really could meet in real life. Not just for the ass sex, either. I want to see his face when he laughs. And when he comes. I want to straddle his middle, slap my hands down on his chest, and rock his world. Phew. I brush some hair out of my eyes and take a breath. “OK. I’m on all fours. Like I said. And you’re behind me.”

“Are you naked?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Right now?”

“Of course right now. This is a regularly scheduled phone-fuck. But also in the future.”

“Send me a pic. I want you on all fours with your ass facing a mirror. Take a picture of that.”

“I love it when you make demands.”

“For real? Or that’s sarcasm?”