Such Romantics

Such Romantics

So here’s an insight into the softer, romantic side of Harry. Dealing with going back to long distance has been rough. One of the things we do to cope with that is sometimes we’ll just call each other before we go to sleep, or often before I do sometimes Harry is still up. We’ll put each other on speaker and just leave our phones there. So we can hear each other, say things to each other as we get sleepy. Just have a presence. Isn’t free facetime audio great? It’s really nice to have that sense of closeness even at a distance.

Of course, Harry wouldn’t be Harry if she didn’t subvert it at least once. 

So one night, not very long ago but I won’t mention which night in particular, I was lying there, so was Harry, just listening to her breathing when I heard her breath hitch a little. And again. Then a soft moan. 

“Are you playing with yourself, Daddy?” 

“No, kitten.”

So now I’m paying close attention to what I’m hearing rather than drifting off peacefully and sure enough unmistakable sounds of pleasure, muffled but definite sounds of pleasure are coming from the phone.

“You are, I can hear you.” 

“I’m not, I promise.”

“You sound like you are.” I say this teasingly. I’m not at all angry, why would I be? I like hearing Harry happy. 

“Will you tell her I’m not masturbating?” 

And then I hear another woman’s voice say, from a bit further away, “She’s not masturbating.” 

Well I was. Immediately. Heh. I’d known she had a date that night, I hadn’t known she was still there. So I lay there, sleepy and knowing I should be going to sleep but paying attention to every sound as another woman was between Harry’s thighs. 

Like I said, we’re such romantics.