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It’s been a while since two deep-seated friends have spent some time together. They are talking on the phone into the late of night one evening, when their conversation veers toward that of fantasy, desire and pleasure. Their names are Layla and Desireé. Journey with me as I dare to delve and indulge in a titillating journey into their private and impassioned exchange.

Layla – Hey, I’m sorry we got disconnected but my other phone died.
Desireé – It’s ok, we probably needed the break (lol); we have been on the phone talking for hours.
Layla – Umm yeah so, I think we can take it there one day and yes love does conquer all.
Desireé – Hmm…
Layla – Hmm what?
Desireé – About our statement on threesomes. Didn’t you get the text I sent to your phone?
Layla – No, Anyway, what are you about right now? I want to dance with you.
Desireé – (lol) You know my feverish ass ain’t doing no dancing.
Layla – I know Des, I’m just saying.
Desireé – Ok well, dance for me. Nice and slow. Let me see those curves of yours speak to me. Tell me how you feel and what you want with your eyes and moves. I’m sitting, the lights are dim. The music is playing and it’s just you and I. So, talk to me.
Layla – Damn
Desireé – All I get is damn? Damn.
Layla – I’m slowly moving my body to the music in the background and spread my legs just a little while moving toward you. I turn away from your glance and haltingly sashay my body up and down.
Desireé – Ok so, my interests are peaked now, you have me licking my lips.
Layla – I’m getting closer to you in the chair and my body begins to graze yours. You place your hands on the thickness of my thighs pulling me closer, while my hips continue to move side to side.
Desireé – Passion swells for the ache of my desire. Burning for more, I want to kiss you. My grip tightens on your thighs but you slowly break away.
Layla – I move my body back and forth as though you are standing in front of me and I am dancing with you. Your eyes watch with deepened intent as my movements slither to the floor and up again. I tell you that I’m hot and that I don’t want my clothes on anymore.
Desireé – The aperture of my eyes focus and fix on your motions. In this light I want to see your silken skin. With heart pounding and breath weighted with anticipation I whisper Layla, give me what I want.
Layla – Slowly I start unzipping my pants and seductively begin removing them; pulling them past the revealing black lace that lie beneath.
Desireé – Sipping on some cognac, I recline further into my chair and clear my throat. With increasing appetition, my hands slip between my legs and move to my face. Brushing against my lips, my fingers entice you to continue to undress for me.
Layla – Bending down with legs just slightly spread, I slip the pants off and over my black stilettos one leg at a time. Standing in front of you in all black with just a v-neck tee, lacy panties and stilettos, I look directly into your eyes, walk toward you and ask for you to tell me what you want me to do.
Desireé – Inhaling deeply, I smirk while gazing into you. I tell you I’m in no rush. I want you. All of you tonight, so do what you will.
Layla – Hmm, you put the ball right back in my court. I like that. I step a little closer take the glass from your hand, inhale and sip the cognac while my form straddles your position. You remove the glass from my hands and place it on the adjacent table. Your hands find their way to my thighs and squeeze. My body moves in closer still, positioning my breasts closer to your lips, my nipples become erect. I want you so bad. I begin to feel the heat of your body between my legs and become aware of the moistness that the evening’s events have brought.
Desireé – I tease your nipples with the fullness of my lips. They are taut and tender. My hands find contentment feeling the warmth of your love and the desire in your wetness. Parting my lips close to your ears I bid you to tell me you want me.
Layla – Aflamed, I move my pussy a-top your fingers. I want you inside me so bad, I struggle to resist. I kiss your lips starting out with a gentle and almost imperceptible touch then gradually and with increasing intensity, I wrap my lips around the fullness of your lip’s bottom and begin to suck. I love these lips of yours. I want you Desireé, I want you.
Desireé – My hips begin to move uncontrollably, beads of sweat start to form. I am frustrated by the playful teasing of my lip. I want to embrace the whole of your lips with mine. My fingers slip your panties aside and I feel a bounding pulse between your legs. I feel you pushing your pelvis against my hand; I concede and slide inside. Your venom has poisoned me and I can no longer control the passion I bear for your. I begin to grab and claw. My gentle touch is no longer gentle. I’m ready to fuck! You feel my teeth biting on your nipple and I am deeply moving within you. I motion to rise. We are getting off this fucking chair!
Layla – Baby yes, yes, give it to me! Show me that I’m yours. As we lay down on the floor I anxiously paw for you to be deeper inside my love, to smother me with a blanket of your seething desire. Let our bodies become one. Your breath syncing with mine, as we pant from wanton impregnable motion. Desireé I love you.
Desireé – Faster and deeper, deeper and harder, biting, sucking, breathing. I am going to taste your lustful wetness. Your clit is moist and engorged, my tongue is wet with your rain. I want you to touch heaven tonight. My name you scream in an ailing seductive tone as I feast on the bearer of your sweet nectar. It’s mine Layla, tonight it’s mine.
Layla – I reply it is. I guide your fingers from inside me and motion your tips to my lips. I smile while looking into your eyes and one by one taste my wetness that clings onto them. We engage in a long passionate kiss and I whisper to your hearing, satisfy me. With trembled hands I gently guide your head back to my pleasure point fading to and in-audible sound, satisfy me, satisfy me.
Desireé – Eager to oblige, your wish becomes my command and I willingly dip in retreat to moisten my lips and tongue, bringing you to places un-yet explored.
Layla – Desireé I can’t, Its been so long since we’ve seen each other and I really need to see you. I can’t bear anymore of this overwhelming exchange. Its driving me crazy. I physically need you close to me. I need you in my bed.
Desireé – I’m sorry Layla. I jus thought, I mean, we were…
Layla – Don’t apologize it’s ok. I mean after all, you weren’t exactly talking to yourself now and it was, delectable.
Desireé – Yes it was. That was the most non-physical and mentally intense conversation we have had in a long time.
Layla – (sigh) yeah.

A long silence fills and finalizes this fiery passion filled exchange. Layla has drifted asleep exhausted with desire, but comforted in the knowledge that Desireé presently lay in silent thought of the nights twist on the other end of the line. Desireé whispers a loving goodnight and closes the line on this elemental exchange.

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