You know that I love you, don’t you???

“You know that I love you, don’t you”

“Yes baby”

“Then don’t ever leave me.” He sounded upset.

“Why do you say such things baby. And that too over a long distance phone call. It hurts”

“I don’t know what comes over me. Sorry. I guess I am a bit frustrated. Life is not really great, you know”

“Don’t worry babu. I loooove you”

“I don’t have much money you know. Or I would have come down to meet you. Things are really tough. I lost my job because of the fucking recession. I think the bastards needed an excuse to kick people out and recession was their excuse”

“Doesn’t matter. We will meet soon honey. Till then we have the phone baby. And If you don’t have money – I will call you”

“You are chooo sweet honey” he cooed.

“I love you baby.”

He saw her in his mind. She was radiant. Her jet black her and her cute nose. He wanted to bite the nose.

“Heh Heh… You know what I want to do now”

“No. What?” She was all innocence, wasn't she?

“Guess” he teased.

“Shut Up. That is all you can think of” she said in mock annoyance.

“You don’t like it? Ok. Wont talk about it” he teased again.

“No baby. Of course I do”

“Then why are you taking bhav”

“Shut Up”

“He He… listen to me na… You know what I feel like doing”

“No babu. Tell me”

“I want to kiss you”

“And”

“I want to feel your tongue on mine”

“And”

“I want to move down slowly, smelling your skin, kissing your neck”

Giggle. “Shut up. I am feeling ticklish”

“I want to run my tongue over your lips, find your chin and work my way down to your breasts”

“And then”

“Move up slowly again and find your mouth. I want to smell your breath. I want to feel the wetness of your mouth. I want my body to be warmed by your flesh. I want to tickle your breasts. I want to feel them grow in my hands.”

“You are so good baby" she cooed. "I can feel your hands baby and your breath. I love you baby. Come here na. What are you doing there. Come her Now. Pleeease”

“Shhh. Listen. Can you feel my tongue moving back down your neck. Can you feel my tongue moving towards your breasts. I can feel the taste of salt on your skin baby. I can smell your breast. I can hear your heart throb”

“Baby" she moaned "I can feel your body against mine. I can feel its warmth. I feel your strength. Your large manhood and your rigid hardness. Your hard harsh hands crushing my delicate body. I want you baby. I want you now. Move your hands lower down na baby. Feel me there. Find me. I want you there”

“Baby. My hands are reaching down. I feel your belly button baby. How I love it. Its depth. Its….

CLICK.............................................................................

"Hello... Hello... Baby... are you there baby.... Helooooo"

“Fuck” she thought “the line dropped.”

She wiped her brow. The air conditioner wasn't working for three days now.

She smiled to herself. And then stifled her laughter.

The fifty year old lady in the next cubicle was doing her version of the orgasm. It sounded suspiciously like an alien being tortured in Area 51. “Now which was that film”

“Poor woman. She’s giving it her all” she thought "But she wont last long. Its her first day live on calls and the big boss would be monitoring all her conversations. Alien shrieks don't work for the boss. But I wonder what her story is. Everyone here has a story. If only someone listened carefully, they would find a story screaming out loud through each fake orgasm"

That reminded her. She had to collect her paycheck from Burger King for the part time stint she did there during the last month. But she was doing two fucking shifts back to back this week. Sex sells. Even during a downturn.

"I wonder when I'll find time" she grumbled. "A million corny B-movie dialogues to be spouted sixteen hours a day - I can feel your large manhood and your rigid hardness. What the fuck is rigid hardness" she laughed to herself. "Hard harsh hands crushing my delicate body" she laughed again.

The middle aged alien looked at her in disgust.

Her phone was ringing again.

“Fuck! Seven calls on queue” she muttered to herself “Seven horny toads salivating, one of whom will help pay for my child’s education”

“Wait… I am coming baby”


“Seven calls on queue bitches. Everyone on the phone. NOW”


PS: This post is inspired by a tweet that grabbed my attention a few days back on Mentalie's blog