Nils: Hey Jamie! How’s it going?

Jamie: Hi! I guess it’s going okay. I miss you.

Nils: I miss you too. I should be home in three days.

Jamie: I can’t wait.

Nils: So what have you been up to?

Jamie: Not much. Some cleaning. A bike ride. Oh, the book of yours came from the printer. The—what do you call it—test copy.

Nils: Great! Did you open it.

Jamie: No. I wasn’t sure if I should.

Nils: You should.

Jamie: Okay.

Jamie: It’s nice and heavy. I’m slicing it now—very carefully. Oh, yeah, it’s heavy. And big. I’m going to set it on the rug. Mmm, nice thick pages. I love real books.

Nils: Me too.

Jamie: I’m looking at it now. The photographs. They came out really good.

Nils: Sometimes paintings don’t translate well.

Jamie: Well, these are very nice. I’m looking at one in the middle.

Nils: Which one?

Jamie: It’s a painting you did of yourself and this dark-haired woman. She’s very pretty.

Nils: I do like to paint pretty women.

Jamie: Yes you do. You like to do more than paint them.

Nils: What can I say?

Jamie: The picture is pretty hot.

Nils: You think so?

Jamie: Uh huh.

Nils: What does it show?

Jamie: Ha ha, it shows pretty much everything. Your big cock is pointing right at her belly. I think she’s about to smooth it over her belly. Probably leave a little trail of your sex juice. I know how that feels.

Nils: How does it feel?

Jamie: It feels good. It feels good to hold your warm dick. To rub the smooth head just above my puss. And then to move it down, so it touches my—my slit. My clit. So it kind of kisses me there. The moves um moves. Nils?

Nils: What?

Jamie: I’m kind of touching myself now. Sort of like my finger, my two fingers, being your dick, kissing my clit.

Nils: Jamie:

Nils: You still there?

Jamie: Uh. Yeah I put the phone down, because...

Nils: Are you going to come?

Jamie: Mm. Mm. Ah. Huh. Huh. Huh.

Nils: Jamie, you sound so hot. So sexy. You’re about to come, aren’t you? Make yourself come. Come for me, my love.

Jamie: Oh. Oh-oh-oh.

Nils: Did you come?

Nils: Jamie?

Jamie: Uh huh. I have to go. Someone’s at the door. I’ve got to get dressed and, and I miss you. Bye.