You knew something was wrong the moment I answered the phone. You can hear it in my voice, that playful, dismissive tone I use when I’m hiding something deliciously cruel. I tell you I’m just out for a drive, but we both know that’s a lie. You’re weak, and the suspense is already making you hard. I love teasing you with the truth you’re too pathetic to demand.
You finally crack and ask me directly. The shift in my eyes says everything. The bratty game is over, and the real humiliation begins. I tell you exactly where I’m going and whose bed I’ll be in tonight. I describe, in detail, how he’s going to use what you wish you could have. Your stammering, your suffering, your helpless little whimpers on the other end of the line… they’re just fuel for me. You’re nothing but a cuckold listening to his goddess choose a real man. You can’t stop me. You wouldn’t dare. Now, be a good boy and listen to everything you’ll never be.
