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Mar 13

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Wrong Number – Part Three

Welcome to this installment of Masturbation Monday! I truly hope you enjoy Wrong Number – Part Three. If you didn’t read Part One or Part Two, please do so now. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on such a naughty phone call.


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“God, you sound sexy the way you moan. Talk to me, tell me what you’re doing.” While his voice sounded clear and strong, I could tell he was fighting to keep it that way. I could hear the undertones of his desire in the hint of a growl, the urgency of his request.

“I’m thrusting my fingers as deep as they’ll go. Three of them. Pushing…” I paused to catch my breath, right on the edge of orgasm, “them and wiggling them against this specific spot that makes my nerves twitch.” My hips rocked up against my hand, juices flowed freely as I worked myself up into a frenzy.

There’s a sound on the other end of the line, a guttural sound. Almost as though he had to stop himself from saying something and it made me wonder what he wanted to say. It had broken my concentration just enough to leave me hovering on the precipice.

“I fucking want you. I want to push my cock inside you.” There were some odd sounds coming from his end of the phone call. A click and something squirting, then kind of a sloshing noise.

“Mmm, what are you doing over there? I’m lost in a sea of unknown sounds.” I had stopped playing with myself long enough to pull out my toy from its hideaway. I had originally planned to use it as soon as we finished and hung up.


“Such a good girl,” he moaned.


“Oh, you can hear that?” A soft laugh floated over to me causing every hair to stand on end. It felt as though he’d breathed on the back of my neck. “I’m using my pocket pussy and some lube. Watermelon.”

“I love watermelon. I pulled my toy out. It’s sitting here, waiting for me to give in and use it.” The scent of watermelon filled my mind and I couldn’t take it. Grabbing the toy, I turned it on and pressed it against my soaked snatch.

“You gave in. Good girl. I want to hear you writhing against the sheets while I fuck you with that toy.” His voice had deepened and I could hear him pick up the pace from the sloshing of the toy. How much lube do you have to use to get that loud of a sound?

“Ohh, fuck me. Harder.” I shifted my hips and pushed the toy into me, sliding it in and bucking my hips to hit my g-spot. I moaned, hearing him grunt on the other side with every single thrust. We listened as we fucked our toys in our beds, who knows how far apart from each other.

“Such a good girl,” he moaned. I could tell he’d increased his speed again. I pressed the button on my toy, increasing the vibrations.

Within moments, neither of us were speaking, just moaning incoherently at each other over the line. I picked up the phone when I found it halfway down the mattress and sighed happily into the speaker.

“Are you still there?”

“I’m here.”

“That was really fucking good.”

“Oh, yeah it was. Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me? I dialed the wrong number and woke you up.” I wiped my toy off and wrapped it up, then set the towel on the floor. I’d have to remember to wash it in the morning.

“Actually, I have a confession to make. You didn’t dial the wrong number, Isobel.” He cleared his throat and I could hear more rustling over the line.

My heart pounded. “Who is this?”

“Chuck. I uh grabbed Brady’s phone after you guys broke up and set it up so that if you called him it would forward to me. Please don’t be mad.”

Shock thrilled my nerves and jangled my thoughts. Was I mad? Chuck was quiet, sexy, and I always thought he hated me with the way he tended to ignore me.

“I’m actually surprised. I thought you hated me.”

“No, I don’t hate you. I hated that you let Brady treat you the way he did. He’s a dick and didn’t deserve an amazing woman like you.”

“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“I was hoping you’d dial his number at some point, but it had been so long, I had almost given up hope.”

“I’d ask you to meet for a cup of coffee, but I moved.” For a few moments, I felt as though I’d made a huge fuck up, moving so far away from everyone I knew just because of some stupid asshole.

“I’d like that. How about we setup a video chat date tomorrow morning?”

The smile crept onto my face, widening the more I thought about it. “Okay. You call me so I get your number at 7 am.”

“Until then, Isobel.”

“Good night, Chuck.”

Unable to stop smiling, I fumbled with the charging cord until my phone was plugged in. I had a coffee date in the morning. I curled up with my pillow and promptly fell asleep.


If you’ve enjoyed Part Two of Wrong Number, please stop by next Monday to see what happens next. 

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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  1. Kayla Lords

    Well, I didn’t see that coming but I love it! Wonder how hot it will get now that it’s not two strangers having dirty phone sex. 🙂

    1. Mischa Eliot
      Mischa Eliot

      You know me, I always hope my characters will tell me more. lol

  2. Cara Thereon

    Definitely enjoyed this little series.

    1. Mischa Eliot
      Mischa Eliot

      Thank you!

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