Jude's pov
As I stand on my balcony with my coffee mug I can't help but admire the beauty of the city at night.
The city lights twinkle like stars in the night sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below. The sound of cars honking and people chatting fills the air, creating a melody of urban life. I take a sip of my coffee, savoring the rich, bitter taste as I lean against the railing.
I have always loved this time of day when the city comes alive with energy and excitement. It is a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of my apartment, where I spend most of my nights lost in my thoughts.
I watch as a couple walks hand in hand down the street, their laughter floating up to me on the breeze. I can't help but feel a pang of envy, wishing I had someone to share these moments with. Seeing the couple reminds me of my time with James. I will never forget that wild weekend. I find myself wishing I could have that with James. But then I remind myself that I chose this life, this lonely life that allows me the freedom to pursue my passions without distraction.
I take another sip of my coffee, the warmth spreading through me as I gaze out at the cityscape. The buildings loom tall and imposing, their lights flickering like beacons in the darkness. I feel a sense of awe at the sheer scale of it all, the millions of lives intertwining and intersecting in this vast, chaotic city.
But as much as I love the city, there are times when I feel suffocated by its relentless pace and noise. I long for moments of peace, for a chance to escape the constant demands of modern life. And yet, I know that I would miss it terribly if I ever left, the vibrant energy of the city coursing through my veins like a drug.
I finish my coffee and set the mug down on the railing, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. I take one last look at the view before turning to head back inside my apartment.
As I step inside, the silence envelops me, reminding me of the loneliness that has become a constant companion in my life. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock are the only sounds that break the stillness.
I walk through the dimly lit rooms, each one a reflection of my lonely existence. The empty couch, the untouched bookshelves, the unlit candles – all serve as reminders of the void that fills my nights.
I pour myself another cup of coffee, the warmth of the liquid a small comfort amid my loneliness. I sit at the kitchen table and stare at the wall. I stay there for a few minutes until I decide to watch something before I go to sleep.
The silence of my apartment is deafening, broken only by the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls.
I make my way to the living room with my mug of coffee and sink into the couch, the soft cushions providing a small comfort in my loneliness. I reach for the remote control and flick on the TV, the familiar voices of the news anchors filling the room.
I sit there for a moment, lost in my thoughts as I try to push away the feelings of loneliness that threaten to consume me. I take a sip of my coffee, savoring the bitter taste on my tongue.
As I finish my coffee, I set the mug down on the table and close my eyes, letting the darkness of the night wash over me.
The ringing of my phone makes me open my eyes as I look at the caller ID, I find that it is an unknown number. I decide to decline the call and close my eyes. The phone starts ringing just after a minute or two. Who could be calling this time of the night? I find myself asking no one in particular. I pick up the call on the third ring.
"Hello."
"Little temptress." The person on the other side of the call says. I do not need anyone to tell me who the person is. I can recognize that voice from anywhere. Just hearing it has made my pussy tingle.
"James," I state.
"How are you, little one?"
"I am okay, how are you, James?"
"I am not okay."
"What's wrong?'
"I have missed you terribly." He says. He goes quiet for a while and I would have thought he was not on the line if not for the sound of his breathing.
"What are you doing?" he asks me after some time.
"I am in the living room watching some news," I tell him.
"What are you wearing?"
"I am wearing a black night dress."
"What's under the nightdress?"
"A black thong." I can tell where this conversation is going and I am excited about it.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
"I am in bed, shirtless with only my boxers." I start imagining his body after he tells me this.
"Little temptress, I want to see you again. The weekend I had with you has left me wanting more of you." He tells me.
"I have also missed your cock inside my pussy. Just hearing your voice has made me so wet. I am seconds away from touching myself."
"Then do it."
"Do what?" I ask him.
"Touch yourself, I want to hear your beautiful moans."
I adjust myself properly on the couch and then I put a finger in my pussy.
I let out a soft moan as I start to move my finger in and out, feeling the wetness between my legs. James's voice on the phone is like fuel to the fire, igniting a passion within me that I cannot resist. I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the pleasure, imagining his hands on my body, his lips on mine.
As I continue to touch myself, James's voice guides me, telling me what he wants me to do. The intensity of the moment builds, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I let out a series of moans, unable to contain the pleasure that is coursing through my body. I can hear James's grunts on the phone. The thought of him touching himself drives me crazy.
"Come with me, little temptress," James whispers through the phone, his words pushing me over the edge. I let out a loud moan as I reach my peak, my body trembling with ecstasy. I ride out the waves of pleasure, feeling completely satisfied and fulfilled.
As I catch my breath, I can hear James's heavy breathing on the other end of the line. We both stay silent for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our shared experience. I feel a sense of connection with him, despite the physical distance between us.
"Thank you, James," I finally say, breaking the silence.
"Thank you, little one," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
"Where did you get my number?" I ask him the question I should have asked before.
"I am very resourceful, little one."
"I see."
"Good night jude, I will talk to you tomorrow."
"Good night James," I say as I hang up the phone.