He laid the toy out on the desk. He could fee his heart beat throughout his body. It confused him because he was alone. There didn't seem to be any reason for anxiety. But then it hit him. He knew what he had to do.
The toy had been selected because it resembled his cock. It was nearly the same size and thickness. When he used it, he sometimes pretended it was the real thing; other times, he thought about how it was loosening him up in preparation for the real thing. Either way, the visual always resulted in a knee-buckling orgasm.
This time, he felt different. Perhaps it was because he had never done this at the office. Perhaps it was because his partner was out of town. Whatever the reason, he felt that he needed permission. After all, he shouldn't use his partner's cock without his knowledge or approval.
He picked up the phone with trembling hands and sent the text:
"Hey. Sitting here looking at my toy. Reminds me of you."
Several minutes went by before he heard the cell phone ring.
"Hey. Thought you might call."
"Interesting. What are you planning to do with your toy?"
"I was thinking about fingering myself and then having you... um... it... fuck me."
"I would much prefer that it were actually my cock. I miss you, especially that part of you. I love fucking with you. I love kissing you."
"Me too. I just now fantasized about you walking in unexpectedly and finding me naked and hard."
"Mmmm. I like that fantasy. It's going on the 'to do' list."
"So... Do I have your permission to fuck myself with your cock?"
"Only if you follow directions. Are you hard?"
"OMG yes. This whole conversation is pushing me over the edge."
"Take a deep breath. I want you to strip completely naked."
"Completely? I'm at the office. Can I just take off my pants?"
"Sure, if you want me to end this conversation. Otherwise, do what I tell you and don't question me."
"Setting the phone down."
