Misty and Me. 
(book 2 working title. this picture isn’t a bit relevant to my post)

This morning boy-side and I were chatting, as we often do post dropping off our peeps to their respective schools. 

“Want to take a moment with me?” I ask, sipping my coffee. I’m in my work-from-home uniform of a KISS t-shirt and yoga pants.

“Mmmm, that sounds excellent.” he purrs back to me. Sometimes it really strikes me how his voice (like him) can go either way. Sometimes so girly, sometimes so much boy. Today very girly, as he still sounds sleepy.

I crawl into my bed, slip my lelo between my legs and turn it on low. I can hear him finding porn on the “Misty Phone”. I think of it like the bat phone except instead of fighting against the oppression of crime, she fights for sexual liberation for all. And looks incredible doing it. 

We talk about boys. Well, he is looking at girl porn, but I keep bringing the topic back to boys. And the first of his sexual experiences with them. I find t endlessly sexy. Sometimes, in my mind, I get to be the boy in the scene that he paints. 

The topic takes a sharp left. It comes up that he is doing all these things while he was married and his wife was away. Ah, what I like to call “The Secret Life of Boys”.  It quickly goes down the less sexy road of her lack of approval about those sorts of things. And I can’t help thinking even in his “open” relationship there was lying. Hiding. 

He has a sexy friend he writes with, a man I’ll call “G”. They have known each other a long time. Talk about lots of intimate things. G’s marriage, what turns them on, me, etc.  We start talking about G and his wife, he says  if G could be open about what he is sexually into, and G’s wife could except it, they could still be married. 

I snorted. “You are making the giant assumption that she would be happy about that. You are basically describing kind of what you and *insert his ex-wife’s name here* had. And she did not like that one little bit. You keep thinking people are like you, and magically don’t suffer from jealousy.”

Then we talked about jealousy. SUPER unsexy. We talk about fear and coming from a place of scarcity. 

“I had a hard dick. Now, I am soft as fuck.” 

I laughed, “I came already, when  you were telling me about  your boy adventures.”

“Bitch.”, I can feel the smile on his face, in his giggly, girly tone. 

He turns up the volume on the straight porn and sends me screen shots of the babysitter porn he found, an I turn lelo up a bit.

He starts making the little noises he does before cumming, and my body responds to it like Pavlov’s dog, and it a moment we are both cumming together on the phone. The waves of my orgasm making me feel sleepy. It’s 11am, I need to get busy, not fall asleep. 

We have some more quiet talk, and then let each other go to get the day started. 

I can’t stop thinking about him/her.