Phone Sex

((The following is a work of fiction and is an original short story created and narrated by Demi Graze. It is for purely entertainment purposes only. All character names and places are fictitious and purely consequential.))

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Shh, I Crave Cock.

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“Honey, I’m home.”

I was lying on the couch watching an episode of my favorite detective show when my wife, Heather, walked through the door. Dressed from head to toe in hospital scrubs, she looked as though she had quite the day and was ready to unwind. I moved over to her in a light embrace, wrapping my arms around her tense shoulders before lightly kneading them until she was able to relax.

She greeted me with a kiss then and smiled as she inhaled deeply, the scent of roasting chicken wafting through the air.

“Ahh, dinner, you’re so good to me,” she cooed softly.

We enjoyed each other’s company then over the delicious meal. She shares stories of the many ER patients she’d seen throughout the day, and me, going over details of the housing and clients I’d seen today. I’m a real estate agent and love my job.

I enjoyed discussing with Heather the details of house showings, save for the small little bits of when I imagined myself engaged in some sort of pornish fantasy property sex with a man.

You see, I have a secret. Heather doesn't know that I'm addicted to cock.

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