Long-Distance Desires

Chapter 1: The Confession

Marwa’s voice trembled through the phone, a mix of frustration and hurt. 'Youhe, how could you? I thought we had something special, even with the miles between us.'

Youhe’s tone was smooth, almost too casual for the weight of his words. 'Babe, listen. It’s not about us not being special. It’s about fairness. I’ve got all this pent-up energy, all this... potential. It’s unfair to keep it locked up in my balls when you’re halfway across the world. Other girls deserve a piece of me too, don’t they? They deserve to be showered in my cum, to dream of carrying daddy’s babies in their tummies.'

Marwa’s breath hitched, a soft sob escaping her lips. 'That’s disgusting, Youhe. You’re breaking my heart. How can you say that like it’s nothing?'

He chuckled, low and teasing, the sound sending a shiver down her spine despite her anger. 'Oh, come on, Marwa. Don’t act like you don’t know how much I’ve got to give. I’m a damn fountain, and it’s a crime to let it go to waste. Let me show you how serious I am.'

There was a rustle on his end, and then the video call flickered to life. Marwa’s screen filled with the sight of Youhe, shirtless, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. His eyes glinted with mischief as he angled the camera to show the Instagram profile picture of Sharlotte—a stunning brunette with a smirk that could kill—open on his laptop.

'See this?' Youhe purred, his voice dripping with seduction. 'Sharlotte’s got that fire, doesn’t she? I’m stroking to her right now, imagining her lips around me, giving me the sloppiest blowjob. But don’t worry, babe. I’m still thinking of you. I’m always thinking of how wet you get for me, how that pussy of yours drips when I talk dirty like this.'

Marwa’s tears mixed with a flare of defiance. 'You’re an asshole, Youhe. You think this turns me on? Watching you jerk off to some random girl while I’m here, aching for you? You’ve got some nerve.'

He grinned, his hand moving faster, his breath growing ragged. 'Oh, I know it turns you on, Marwa. Don’t lie to me. You’re probably touching yourself right now, aren’t you? Imagining my cock buried deep in your tight little ass, making you scream my name. Tell me you’re not horny as hell listening to me.'

She bit her lip, her voice sharp but wavering. 'Maybe I am, you bastard. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with this. You want to play games? Fine. But I’m not some weak little thing who’ll just cry and take it. If you’re gonna spread your cum around, I might just find someone to make me pant and sweat too.'

Youhe’s eyes darkened with lust, his strokes becoming more urgent. 'Fuck, Marwa, that’s hot. Threaten me some more. Tell me how you’ll get fucked by someone else while I watch, imagining it’s me making you cum. I’m so close, babe. I’m gonna blow my load all over this screen, thinking of you and Sharlotte both.'

The tension crackled through the phone, their words a dangerous dance of anger and desire. Marwa’s breath quickened, her resolve battling the heat pooling between her thighs. Youhe’s moans grew louder, his body tensing as he neared the edge, the promise of an explosive release hanging in the air between them.