Angelica, my liberator, had me going insane from sweet lust. We didn't meet on a daily basis, but she was always on my mind. Sometimes she would send me pictures of herself leaning forward while watching me, or rather the camera. I made a promise never to masturbate without her presence, and in all honesty it was a promise that was easy to keep. It simply was no good when she wasn't around to guide me. Even though we had only known each other for three months, I felt as if I had known her my entire life, and Angelica's angelic innocence combined with the elegance of her entire knowledge and the way she implemented it on me made me feel lost when she wasn't around. During the days when I didn't get to see her hair fall over those slender shoulders, or even for a brief moment see the flashing whiteness of her smile, emptiness moved in to my heart.
So it had been a three days. I had received an email from her during Sunday evening with a short movie sequence where she was leaning back in a ruby red couch. Her left hand had been slowly caressing a dildo with her delicate fingertips, all while she whispered with a voice that promised so much more pleasure than anyone deserved. She spoke of a trip she would take, that she would be gone all week, but that she would take the time to plan something special for me. That of course didn't make me any calmer, or miss her less, but I had no other choice than to wait.
A Wednesday with no plans, what would I to do with my evening. I found myself sitting at the counter of the bar around the corner with a glass of beer, sipping it slowly as if I was trying to avoid choking on the alcoholic liquid. I was eyeing the room through the large mirror behind the counter, and I saw plenty of men with slutty women warming up for whatever activities that they would share during the night. There were all kinds, the businessman with the black mistress across the table, the young man with the equally young woman, the white businesswoman with her black lover, and so on. Even though there were many women sitting alone, they all faded in comparison to the image I had in my mind of my angel that I would get to see again in just 48 hours.
The half empty glass I held in my hand no longer contained anything I wanted, and the damp street outside didn't invite to any discoveries, so I made the only sensible decision I could make in the almost depressed state of mind I was in. I walked out into the illuminated night, feeling the small drops of rain against my face, but I didn't make any efforts to shield myself. I looked up, hoping that my wish for a star bright night would make the rain go away, but the sky remained black as I walked home. The apartment was in perfect condition, sparely furnished, the way it always looked when I got home.
I went through my evening routine as if I was a mindless robot, placing clothes in a certain place, in a certain place, in a certain order. Moving on to the bathroom where I urinated, flushed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, flossed, washed my face and so on. With almost no thought at all, I was suddenly in bed, knowing that I had walked through the entire apartment, turning some lights off, others on for the night, while some were set to go on and off during the night with a timer. I laid down on my back, stretched out and let out a loud sigh of relief. The alarm clock on the nightstand was showing 11:42, and I closed my eyes. I wouldn't sleep before I had turned to lay on the side, but it was in my routine to lay on my back first, even though I didn't know why. I laid thinking of Angelica, how I wished that she would be back soon, so that I could gaze at her beauty.
My thoughts were shattered by the sharp sound of the telephone ringing next to my ear. Startled by the sound I reached for the receiver and answered.
"Mann"
"Yes you are."
The entire room was filled with vibrations when I heard her voice.
"Angelica."
I had said her voice as if I had sighed of relief to hear that she was alive. The effect she had on me was amazing, even though she was thousands of miles away.
"Did I wake you, Todd."
"No, I had just laid down."
"So you are in bed? Good, and laying on your back?"
"Yes, so far."
"Good Todd, I only wish I were there to see you laying there in your boxers, and be able to stand at your feet and slowly dance before you. Would you like it if I danced for you?"
"Yes, I would."
My throat was beginning to feel dry, so I licked my lips while I awaited Angelica to speak.
"I've had such a good day today. Apart from finalizing a four year deal, I've also had the time to shop. I've found this elegant black dress with a rather simple cut. As soon as I saw it I simply knew that I had to have it. It shows off my right leg so exquisitely, I simply can't wait to show it to you. It's exactly what you want in a dress, the simple cut, the tight fit around my body, showing a little of my full bosom and of course my legs, but it also starts in a thin collar which I know you love so much. It will look so good together with the black heels that I have bought as well."
She suddenly paused, and whispered.
"I know you're getting horny from me describing the dress for you. Close your eyes Todd, your cock is getting hard from hearing my voice, isn't it? Just let it grow inside your cotton boxers, and think of me at your bed, slowly swaying from side to side. Can you see me, Todd? Can you feel the air vibrating from my presence?"
"Mmm." I silently replied.
"That's good, just lay still and watch me show off my new dress for you. Am I making you horny by dancing for you? Is your cock growing even more to a stiff pole in your boxers? It's starting to look like a small tent, eagerly awaiting your hand or would you prefer my lips around your cock?"
I couldn't help moaning at the thought.
"Do you like when I say cock? Cock, your big hard cock. Does that turn you on, Todd? I know it does, but it's a good feeling to be turned on by me, to be horny simply from listening to my voice. It's a good feeling to lay on your back with your hard cock standing before me. A very good feeling to show your cock for me as you keep watching me dance for you. I want you to be this way all the time, it's such a good feeling for me too, to know that you are so horny and unshamelessly showing yourself off to me."
She silenced for a while, before she continued with a different tone of voice.
"Todd, are you enjoying the way I have dominated you? Am I all you ever wanted in a woman, a dominant strong woman that can anticipate your every need, almost as if I was able to read your mind at times?"
"Yes Angelica, yes, oh yes."
"That's good, I want you to feel secure that I would never do anything to harm or humiliate you intentionally, only control you in such a way that your body is in heat from the moment you wake up until the moment you fall asleep delightfully exhausted from the lust I bring you. Do you remember how it all began with your own stories finding their way to me?"
For some reason the reminder of that mistake made me blush in my laid back position, and I found it difficult to answer her question even though I didn't find it a hard question to answer. I remembered the files I printed out ending up in the wrong printer, how I thought I had erased them, but how I had been proven wrong by the gorgeous and wicked woman.
"Yes, I remember."
"Do you see how it was your own subconscious mind that wished me to find them and initiate first contact with you? How your own mind betrayed you, but how rewarding it was that you stayed truthful and honest about your wishes. I want to keep rewarding you for your honesty, you know that is true. Just feel how your body is feeling so perfectly warm and relaxed in your bed while you are listening to me. Your cock, that naughty cock of yours, is screaming for attention inside your cotton boxers. Would you like to touch it?"
"Oh please, can I?"
My answer came from the heart, not from my mind. The eagerness in my voice had for certain given her all the signs of my predicament. Yet my hopes were still the same, that she would tell me that I could grab my hard shaft and jerk off while I panted out my pleasure before her.
"You know I will guide you. I love to listen to you while you stroke your naughty cock, but not yet. I want you to move your right hand to your right nipple and pinch it gently. I know you love that feeling, to caress and pinch your sensitive nipples. It makes your long cock even harder, doesn't it?"
"Yes Angelica, you know it does." I panted into the receiver that I now had secured between my ear and pillow.
"Yes I know Todd, but I love to hear you say it. I love to know that I can give you so this much pleasure, that your honesty allows me to. Just hearing your breath tells me that you are enjoying it so much. Now see how I turn around and show you my back and ass. See how much of my back the dress reveals, almost down to my wonderful ass that you love so much. Watch it as I dance for you, moving gracefully back and forth. Is my dance making you even harder than before, Todd?"
All my intentions were to speak up with a correct response, but to my amazement and shock all that came out from my mouth was something that would sound sophisticated only to a cavemen a couple of thousand years ago. The gargling sound sounded horrible, and returned the blush to my cheeks, but it didn't appear to mind to Angelica, who continued to tease my senses with her lovely voice.
"Yes you are, horny, needy and eager. Three such noble and wonderful qualities, in the hands of my expert hands, making you feel things you have never felt before. You've got such power in your body, and I'm here to show you what capacities you have. Horny, needy and eager, watching me as I dance for you. Would you like to see pull up the dress so you can watch my ass? Would that make you even more eager? Would that make you want to stroke your cock for me? Hmm, that big hard cock that's throbbing inside your boxers. Would you like to touch it for me?"
"Yes please Angelica, I would love to jerk off for you. Please let me."
I heard my own voice and I was almost afraid of the way I felt and how I expressed it. My cock was aching for attention, and just to hold it in my hand would be such a relief, to stroke it would be fabulous.
"Todd, are you begging me to let you stroke it? My, my, aren't we the horny one. Your cock will get what it deserves. All good comes to the one that waits, right? Move your left hand to your left nipple and pinch both of them for me."
