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Wrong Numbercoysway eightA slight pounding throbbed against my right upper temporal. I hadbeen pacing back and forth throughout the living room for the pasthour. I ached to do something entertaining but could think of noone available to play with. The sun beckoned me to put on a bikiniand take a walk down the beach, but my headache kept me locked inbehind closed doors.Oh, I am so bored, I sighed inwardly, casually glancing down to observea trickle of sweat slowly traveling its way between my breasts. Forwhatever reason, that slow trail of sweat had a magnified sensation ofsensual erotica. I raised my hand to the side of my head and rubbed,wishing it would alleviate the pounding pain. Sexual frustrationcoupled with the irritating effect of an unwanted pulsating remindedme of my past lover. I loved having sex with him, but he gave me aheadache.Another bead of sweat slyly found its way down to my bosom. I achedfor a gentle caress, then a ruthless clawing of nails into my flesh. HowI love it soft and sensual, and then rough and hard. Tell me you loveme and then call me your bitch.Just then the phone began to ring. “Hmmm…” I hummed internally.On the one hand I could be entertained <strong>by</strong> a little chitchat. On theother hand, tolerating conversation might intensify my angry head.Who’s this? I wondered as I looked at the call display. I did notrecognize the number.“Hello?” I questioned after putting the receiver to my ear.“Hi. Is Mark there?” asked a deep, haunting, mysterious voice. I hadnever heard such a hot and sexy voice before. Warm tingles instantlyshot out from my lonely vagina.“No. I think you got the wrong number.”The anonymous caller recited a phone number. His voice was raspy,yet clear and solid. I had a quick flash of a man with thick, darkeyebrows, brown, curly, shoulder-length hair, and five o’clock shadowstanding shirtless before me, wearing tight jeans that teased me with awell-defined bulge.“No. Mine’s 3534,” I explained disappointedly. The folds of my labiaHOAR 156

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