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“Yes.”

Without thinking, I said, “Take it out.”

“…what?”

He sounded a little bit shocked.

I was, too, at how forward I was being –

And how confident I’d sounded.

I guess I really am Giulietta now!

All I could think of was the first time I’d seen his cock.

How big and thick it was… and how I longed to hold it in my hand.

My desire made me bold.

Not only did he end up sending me dick pics (which I’d heard about a lot from movies) –

And not only did I send him shots of me –

We proceeded to have phone sex.

It started out just talking over the phone because I was so paranoid, but I eventually got so horny that I had to see his cock. Especially when he said I could watch him come.

We switched to FaceTime –

And I was so glad we did.

It was good – very good. Not nearly as wonderful as being there with him in person… but when you’re dying of thirst in the desert, even a warm glass of water is better than no water at all.

When I hung up with him, I made it my number one mission in life to make sure I had a steady stream of ice-cold spring water as soon as humanly possible.

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Not only did I become obsessed about when I was going to see Romeo again, I became obsessed with what I was going to do once I saw him.

I’d told him during phone sex that I wanted to suck his cock. I wasn’t kidding.

One of the things I loved watching in porn was a woman giving a guy head.

Not where he forced her to do it and pushed her head down, though. I hated that.

I liked where she was in control.

It felt so sexy to be able to control his pleasure like that.

To be able to control his orgasm.

I wanted to feel him in my mouth…

His hot shaft on my tongue…

But I wanted to be really good at it, and I knew from TV that it wasn’t exactly easy.

There was a line in a Netflix show where two gay guys in college are talking after sex. When one asks the other how he did, the second guy does a parody of Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men: