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intended to tell him about all of her preparations but it seemed she
    had no filter. Something about the anonymity felt daring and secure all at the same
    time. She could tell him whatever she wanted and not have to worry about seeing the
    hesitation on his face or hearing that she was going too fast in his voice. She used her
    hand to smooth out nonexistent wrinkles in the bedspread as she waited for his
    response.

    322-291-0508: New underwear?
    Celeste Benning: Want to see?
    322-291-0508: God, yes, baby.

    Some devil had made her make the offer to begin with. As hot as his words were,
    she needed something stronger, something more to connect them and make this all
    seem real. Some way to know that she was the only woman who he was fantasizing
    about on the other end of the phone. Even though she didn‟t know who he was, he
    dominated her thoughts. She wanted to be at the center of his thoughts as well. And
    what she wanted most of all was to have all of his considerable attention focused on
    her.
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    She extended her arm as far as it would go above her to snap a quick picture of her
    body encased in the pink bra and panties. Using the screen to line up the image, she
    tried to make sure that her body was positioned to its best advantage while keeping her
    head out of the shot. She knew it didn‟t make any sense, since he already knew who she
    was, but if he ever made these pictures public at least she‟d have plausible deniability.
    It didn‟t help her photography efforts one bit that her hand was shaking out of control.
    She pulled the screen back to her face to take once last critical glance. In her
    opinion, she looked pretty damn good. The low candlelight was very forgiving and it
    shone on her recently moisturized skin. The pink lace of her underwear seemed to melt
    into the color of her skin, almost appearing as if she wasn‟t wearing anything at all. She
    looked, and felt, sexier than she ever had when in bed with a man before. Too bad he
    wasn‟t in bed with her.
    Celeste took a deep breath and pressed the send button. Almost immediately, she
    dropped the phone on the bed and covered her face, waiting anxiously for his response,
    hoping that he‟d be quick about it.

    322-291-0508: My sweet Celeste, you look gorgeous. I wish I could be there with
    you and peel the lingerie away from your pretty skin. It’s new, you say?
    Celeste Benning: Yes. I bought them for you this afternoon. Along with candles
    and some beautiful strawberries.
    322-291-0508: Eat a strawberry and tell me what it tastes like.

    Celeste reached over to her nightstand and plucked a pretty red strawberry from
    the bowl. She lay back on her pillows and took a nibble, closing her eyes to absorb all of
    the sensations. He was seducing her with his words and the care he was taking to make
    sure she was with him at every step. She wanted to seduce him back by enjoying all of
    the sensations he was giving her and not having any embarrassment in her responses.

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    Celeste Benning: The fruit is firm and when I bite into it, the juices burst into my
    mouth.
    322-291-0508: I bet it’s sweet and wet, just like you.

    She felt her breathing speed up. They had been playing at sensuality before. It was
    finally hitting home that he was going to tell her where and how to touch herself. Even
    though he wasn‟t there, she‟d be putting on more of a show than she ever had for
    anyone before. She waited too long deciding what to say back and was startled to hear
    her phone chiming again.

    322-291-0508: Are you wet, Celeste? Reach down and tell me.

    Celeste clamped one hand around her phone, closed her eyes and slid the other
    hand down her body. Her hand slipped into her panties, where she felt her own heat.
    She glided one finger between her lips and stroked the gathering wetness. With her
    other hand, she typed her message.

    Celeste Benning: Yes.
    322-291-0508: Good, baby. What about your breasts?

    Although she