"I have a proposition for you and I think you'll find that you'll enjoy it immensely" he purred huskily. The emotion that was there before was gone now.

But I had already figured it out. It was loneliness, he was lonely and I was lonely. 2 lonely strangers talking on the phone, it couldn't be too bad. Maybe it would be a kind of therapy thing. Maybe it could stop the dark loneliness that had been haunting me ever since my parents died leave me alone.

So I stayed on the phone.

"How do you feel right now?" the compelling voice awoke something in me that I had never felt before.

"Bored." I replied as I twirled a strand of my hair around my finger.

"What else do you feel?" he probed.

I let out a little laugh before replying, "Right before you called, I was actually just about to stick my fingers down my underwear and relieve some of the stress that I've been having lately."

I was brutally honest, what did I have to lose?

"You're joking." He sounded from the other side of the phone.

"I wish I was, but no, I'm not." I let out another small laugh.

"You're starting something that you can't finish," his voice sounded a bit deeper now, more desperate.

"Who says that I won't finish?" I asked coquettishly.

"What are you wearing now?" he asked curiously.

Ah. There came the ever so clichéd line, "What are you wearing now?" He wanted phone sex. And I don't know what came over me, but I wanted it too. There was something about not knowing his name that made me feel like there were no repercussions for my actions. And yes, maybe I finally wanted a little bit of adventure in my life. So to hell with the "good girl" me!

"I'm wearing a purple tank top and my boyshorts," I replied breathlessly, already moving my pillows and blanket around so I was more comfortable. I quickly put the phone on speaker phone next to my pillow and waited to hear his lovely and sexy voice again.

"I'm wearing my boxers."

"What colour?" I really had no idea how phone sex worked, but I guessed that since you can't see the person, you have to be able to have a mental picture of them in your head- so yeah, I kind of did need to know what colour boxers he was wearing.

"Black. Tell me, what do you want?" The man asked.

I swallowed a little nervously but replied with a bold answer, "I want to come."

I turned my face slightly into the pillow as I waited for his reaction…

"By all means then, let me help you. Slide one hand down your panties."

A low moan escaped my lips as I felt my fingers brush against my wetness, how did just this man's voice make me so needy?

"Touch yourself. Take two of your fingers and trace them up and down your wet slit. Imagine me leaning over you; I'm slowly kissing down your stomach. You can feel my hardness pressing into your stomach and you can feel my fingers slowly entering you."

"Fuck," I whispered as I followed the mysterious man's instructions, this was making me so hot and winded up…

"I wrap a hand around your dick, you moan in my ear," I described, I wanted the pleasure of knowing that I could wind this man up as much as he could to me.

"I can feel your breasts pushing up against my chest." I heard him say as I pumped my fingers out my pussy faster.

I feel like I'm falling apart, I don't even need to ask him if he's touching himself because I can heard the sound of his hand working over his hardness over the phone and he sounds like he's close to the edge too.

The loud clap of thunder sounds from outside and it spurs me on to come at the same time as my mysterious lover on the phone.

" I take you in my mouth, I'm sucking on the tip and your thrusting your hips in and out," I whisper.

I feel downright dirty for saying those things to a total stranger but I want to hear him come.

" Are you close?" He asks.

" Yes, oh god!" I scream loudly, I can feel my orgasm around the corner and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Mmm," I hear him shout his release on the other side of the phone.

I hear him chuckle slightly, " Well that was just wow."

" I know," I say breathlessly, " I have never came that hard before."

The battering of the heavy rain against my porch annoys me and I roll my eyes, " I wish I could see you now. I bet you're a real looker, huh." I remark.

" Same to you, sweetcheeks."

I swear that I can hear him smirking from over the phone.

" Wait, what's your name? We should meet up." I say, what's the worst that can happen? I doubt that the man that I just engaged in phone sex with was not a pervert or some 40-year old freak.

" My name's-" I hear him cut off.

" Sorry, what did you say your name was?" I ask.

When I get no reply, I realise that my phone has begun to beep. The phone line just cut out. The stupid storm just cut off the phone when I was about to hear the mysterious man's name.

I groaned angrily and tried to jab a few buttons on the phone, it didn't even turn on. I smacked my hand against the headboard of my bed.

" You have to be kidding me!" I screamed at my ceiling, " This shit's only supposed to happen in those sappy rom-com movies!" I murmured to myself as I turned on my side.

I hoped that my caller id list would be working tomorrow morning as the storm was probably only going to last a few more hours. At least, I could then contact the man and explain the situation to him; and I could get his name.

I flicked off my light and fell asleep quickly, dreaming of a mysterious man and thundering storms…

A/N- Wow, I felt really weird writing this chapter. I don't think that I have ever written phone sex before haha:) Anyways, I updated the last chapter of the Seducer and the Seducee yesterday and today I updated Under My King's Hand. Under my King's hand is being rewritten so enjoy:)