We met on a singles phone line late at night, my usual time of heightened arousal. I was a social worker by day, and jack off addict by night. I loved talking a man through an orgasm. There were plenty of willing subjects to meet online, but I was selective. They had to be cunning and well educated in order to interest me.
I took a wicked pleasure in withholding a true release from my partner on the phone line. Yeah, I faked it. The simple fact was that I craved listening to that final grunt, growl, whimper, or out and out primal scream each man made as he climaxed for me. Jadrian called my bluff though. We spoke several times before he let me listen to him. In those conversations he got to know me on a level that I still don't understand to this day. He was too attentive for his own good. I remember the first phone escapade well. He called close to 1am. We exchanged some inane chatter during which he caught me playing. I spiced up my breathing and faked a beautiful performance. He in turn started on what sounded like an authentic cock pleasuring session, then mid moan he burst into an evil laughter I'll never forget.
What the hell? I thought to myself. "Are you ok, Sweety?" I asked.
"I'm fine M'lady." That's what Jadrian liked to call me. Later he learned to used my real name when he wanted to finally bring me off, a taunt I had no resistance for.
He continued with, "Though if you're going to hear me cum for you, I expect you to return the favor, not put on a five star box office performance like you just attempted. Don't 'sweety' me, I'm wise to your impish tricks. What's the matter? Don't you think I can bring you over the edge?"
"Uh, erm…no that's not it," I stuttered almost incoherently. All the eloquent verbage that I constructed so effortlessly at work, now escaped my tongue. It was reduced to faltering swear words.
"Then quit this game you play, this little venture where you cheat yourself out of all the fun in finishing. I'm not like the other pricks on here who are so fixated on their own pulsing fuck rods that they can't pick up on the fact that you're over there doing your dishes while they jack off. I know you like being in control, and you're damn talented at it too. Though your sexy little voice isn't enough for me to oblige you. Don't underestimate me and don't underestimate yourself, or I'll make that timid pussy of yours cum for me a thousand times before you'll hear me have any fun.
His dissertation stopped me dead in my manipulative tracks. I'd never encountered anyone on the phone with such brazenness. His comments shocked me so compellingly I didn't have time to entertain any embarrassment.
I'd met my match, and it was never so pleasurably frightening a feeling. From that instance on, Jadrian had me by the short hairs so to speak, and I was completely enthralled with the idea to boot. I looked forward to our midnight chatter.
Real life inexperience never hindered the imaginative conversations we shared. Jadrian quickly learned how to make me lose myself in the moment and down right beg to be fucked. It was always a weeknight when he called, and usually Tuesday. The smoke from the club still tainted his voice with a husky overtone, and the adrenaline from dancing still coursed his libido. I was generally fast asleep when the phone rang. Sometimes he'd have to call twice to wake me. I'd have been bitterly angry if it were anyone else summoning me at such an ungodly hour, but I waited anxiously for Jadrian's voice. Even deep in sleep, my body ached to be stroked by his well crafted imagination. With such a healthy appetite for masturbation, it was difficult to rest on Tuesday evenings. Somehow I managed though, and often times, it was after getting off one or two guys on the phone before hitting the sheets.
One early morning still lingers in my mind. The clock read 2:31 when the phone rang. Jadrian was busy leaving a message on my answering machine when I finally awakened enough to pick up the receiver.
The conversation progressed like clockwork. He had me panting and pawing at myself within seconds. His words were calculated to the millisecond. Jadrian waited to speak until that instance where I was balancing delicately between yearning and palatable fulmination.
"I hope you don't plan on cumming anytime soon, M'lady. I don't think you've ever let me climax first in all the times we've had these midnight interludes." Jadrian said matter of factly.
"Please," I implored him. "Please let me cum!"
I had all the patience in the world when dealing with belligerent teens, strung out drug addicts, and any other sort of individual I encountered at work. De-escalating myself was a completely different task. I'd never been able to wait for Jadrian's approval when I climaxed. Though that was his intent all along, to force me out of control.
Another few minutes passed and my sheets were soaked. I was sure he'd coaxed every last bit of pleasure out of me.
"Thank you Carolina! A beautiful performance, much more enjoyable than the first, as are all of them." I heard Jadrian sigh contently as someone tapped loudly on my apartment door.
"Jeezus, there's someone knocking at my door!" I jumped up and frantically fought my way into a bathrobe.
"Maybe you should answer it." Jadrian suggested, without hesitation.
"Hell no, not with the crazies that live in this complex. What on earth are you smoking?"
"Just take a peek out the peephole then. Maybe it's an emergency."
Perhaps it was the apartment manager coming downstairs to tell me to keep my moaning down, I thought to myself. The smiles he gave me as I left for work some mornings led me to believe that he'd heard me on more than one occasion. I let one timid eye peer out into the hallway again.
"Jadrian, he's young, he's bald, and he wearing leather. I am NOT answering the door. I'm hanging up and calling the police.
"Look again," Jadrian urged as I heard a fourth rapping on the door.
"No, you're insane." I defied, taking one last glance outside, contrary to my better judgement. Jadrian's voice now resonated in stereo. I could recognize his sordidly tempting chuckle out of a thousand other laughs. It made me salivate like one of Pavlov's dogs each and every time I heard it.
I distinguish the small black object in the vistor's hand out to be a cell phone. Holy shit! Jadrian was standing right outside my apartment door.
"How the fuck did you get in here?" I questioned him. All my internal organs leap up into my throat.
"Oh, the crazy man down the hall let me in," He snickered, peering back at me through the peep hole. "I can go back to my hotel room if you like."
Many times I'd fantasized about meeting Jadrian, though oddly enough I'd never pictured us here in my apartment, on my old creaky daybed. Most often I saw myself trysting with him at the airport and ravaging him in a bathroom stall. Jadrian wasn't the type of man that made me meditate on romantic interludes with roses and champagne. He called out of me an animalistic appetite. Sometimes it felt as if I magically turned into a whole other woman on the phone.
Upon entering, Jadrian surveyed my room , nodding when he saw or heard something he might recognize from our phone calls.
"Nice" he said as he sat down on my rickety old daybed.
"Nice" I questioned?
"Yes Nice" Jadrian smirked and patted the wet spot on my sheets that he'd caused minutes before. "Come sit down with me Carolina."
I couldn't do anything but sit there and give him a nervous grin.
"Oh that's right. You don't fancy young bald men in leather, do you Carolina?" He asked the question, lingering on my name. "Is this time inconvenient? Shall I let you get back to sleep."
I picked up a brush on the table by my bed and ran it through my long blonde locks, trying to allow some time for the shock to wear off.
"Why are you clear down here in Missouri? Chicago is hours from Springfield." I questioned Jadrian as I wiped the last bit of sleep from my eyes.
"Well, as much as I'd love to tell you that my sole purpose for being here is to awaken you and fulfill your every pleasure, the truth is that I'm down here visiting some old college buddies. They're still downtown closing the bar tonight. Jadrian took the brush from my hand and began brushing my hair.
"I never pictured it so soft, your hair I mean. There is so much a photograph can't tell." He chuckled.
"Yeah, we've never really even seriously talked about meeting that I can remember." I said, my sleepy consciousness trying to bring reason to the situation.
