Slutty Midnight Musings
COLE
MightyPuck: Have you ever been so tired that you’re weirdly horny for no apparent reason? Like I’m about to crash on my pillows but I’m wishing they were a nice rack like yours. They would make the perfect pillows.
CraftyCutie: Wow, you’re up late.
MightyPuck: Looks like you are too. Were you waiting up for me?
CraftyCutie: Can’t sleep. Midnight creativity struck. I got this idea for more snack-themed earrings and I’ve been designing them on my iPad for the last two hours before I tackle it with clay.
CraftyCutie: Actually, erase that last message from your memory. Because *Evangeline* is a total goddess of sexual energy and she doesn’t hunch over iPads, she lounges in seductive little lace numbers with wine. Way more sophisticated than ADHD girlies with gremlin energy late at night.
A drowsy smile tugs at my lips. Seems we both suck at pretending we’re someone else when we do this.
Practice ended almost an hour ago. After briefly going over things with the other coaches, I dragged myself home. I drop the phone to the mattress and strip down to my boxer briefs before stretching out diagonally across the bed.
MightyPuck: Show me when you finish. Sounds cool.
CraftyCutie: Show you what? [raised eyebrow emoji]
CraftyCutie: These?
She sends a photo through our chat. It shows a cropped view of her laying back with her colorful sweater pushed up enticingly to reveal her breasts. It’s hotter than any racy lingerie and it sends a thrum of lust right to my cock.
The lighting is dim. Doesn’t change how much my mouth waters when I picture licking and sucking them until she can’t take it anymore.
MightyPuck: Are you trying to distract me with your tits?
CraftyCutie: That’s kinda the point. Did it work?
MightyPuck: Yeah.
CraftyCutie: Good.
MightyPuck: My turn to distract you.
It’s only fair after she showed me hers. I’m shirtless with a pair of gray sweatpants riding low on my hips. The outline of my hard cock is visible.
CraftyCutie: Fanning myself, here. There’s nothing sluttier a man can do than wear gray sweatpants.
MightyPuck: Is that what does it for you?
CraftyCutie: Yes. That and nice suits. And the ultimate: rolling up your sleeves to show off your forearms. Panty-melter. Every time. [fire emoji]
MightyPuck: I’ll keep that in mind. I like knowing what will drive you crazy for me.
CraftyCutie: Are you threatening me with a good time?
MightyPuck: Absolutely [smirk emoji]
CraftyCutie: To answer your question, yes. But usually I’ll lay down with a vibrator and give myself orgasms until I drift off. Sleepy orgasms are the best.
MightyPuck: Mmm. That’s hot. I’d rather be wrapped around you, grinding my dick against your sweet ass while you play with yourself.
CraftyCutie: That sounds even better.
MightyPuck: I’d take that vibrator and tease you with it until I had you squirming for me and making cute little noises to beg me for more.
CraftyCutie: Then I’d want you to slip my panties to the side and push your cock inside me.
I record a voice clip of my pleased groan, telling her what I wish I was doing right now. “Yeah, baby. Gonna rock into your pussy nice and slow all fucking night.”
I shove my sweatpants down and palm my erection with a satisfied sigh. She has me on the edge within moments. I’m picturing waking her up from sleep with my dick buried inside her tight heat, fucking her until I fill her with come.
The next photo she messages to our chat a few minutes later makes my balls draw tight. It’s a view of her on her side, gorgeous ass displayed for me with her panties drawn aside by her fingers. Her folds glisten around the toy penetrating her.
My fist squeezes my cock, holding off my release. I press the microphone icon to record another clip.
“Look at you, begging for my cock to stretch you out. You gonna come for me?”
She types her answer. It’s garbled, but that makes me hotter thinking she’s swept in the throes of pleasure. I stroke my throbbing cock, staring at the photo.
“Let me hear you,” I rasp into my phone’s mic.
I grin when she sends a voice clip of her whimpering through her orgasm. Her sounds are unreal. I’m addicted to listening to her come, knowing she’s falling apart because of me.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise.
I keep the recording going as my release rushes over me so she’ll hear everything she does to me.
My limbs go slack until the aftershocks fade. I check our chat and chuckle at the parade of blushing emojis she sent. I love it when she goes from bold and sexy to shy. She asks if I feel better now.
“I always feel better when I talk to you. Goodnight, sweetheart,” I murmur on a new voice clip. “Sleep well.”