February, 1994
[Chicago, 10PM]
It was a cold, wet and rainy night, and Tamera was lying in her bed, under the warm covers, looking up at the ceiling of her bedroom with the radio on, candles lit, thinking about her boyfriend El. As love songs were playing, tears were flowing down her face, missing him laying beside her. El was away taking care of some family and music business and it consisted of his time being more on the road than the actual rest he needed. It was a month-in-a-half long journey, but that didn't mean that they couldn't talk to each other. Ever since he's been away, El has been calling Tamera at least twice every other day from Detroit -- once in the morning and once at night before she goes to bed. While the phone calls were coming in every other day, somehow, El had too found a little time to write a couple of letters to Tamera -- sometimes, it's much more easier for a man to write down how he feels than actually speak it. Tamera would go to her mailbox and sometimes find a letter or two from him each week, sending his love and how everything was going down where he was. Even though they'd verbally touched basis, filling Tamera up with joy, it was still nothing compared to actually seeing him, touching him, feeling him -- she was not completely satisfied until she was able to see her man again, so she closed her eyes, and fell asleep to the music, teardrops saturated into her pillow.
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[Detroit, 10:15PM]
Many, many miles away, up in Detroit, it was a cold, crisp night, but not rainy and El had just made it to his hotel room on the top floor from an important family gathering. He walked in, closed and locked the door, took his coat off and threw it at a nearby chair. Walking over to his bed, he sat down, took his boots off and laid back, kicking his feet up, sighing in relief. Looking up at the ceiling, with one hand on his stomach and the other behind his head, he was thinking about Tamera and how he couldn't wait to be close to her again. Everyday without her, felt like a year, so he sat up, picked up the phone from its receiver on the nightstand, and without hesitation, dialed her number.
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Tamera picked up the phone on her nightstand after the third ring and said in a sleepy tone,
"Hello?"
"Hey baby. Did I wake you?"
With glee in her voice, Tamera quickly sat up in her bed and replied,
"Hey baby! Oh, you're alright. I was just laying here listening to the radio, thinking about you."
"Yeah? Me too. I just came in from a family get-together at a friend of the family's home. Ugh, you just don't know how much I was ready to leave so I can come back to my room and call you. I wanted to hear your sweet voice. I miss you baby."
Tamera's body shuddered. He sounded so sexy on the phone and it made Tamera more and more susceptible to have him by her side. She then replied,
"Baby, I miss you too. When are you coming home?"
"Soon, baby, soon. I have a lot going on down here and the family needs me for a while. I'm looking to come back home in a couple more weeks, if not sooner than that."
Tamera groaned and said in a whiny voice,
"Ohhh, but that's still so far away. I don't think I'll make it that long."
El laughed and replied,
"Oh baby, stop pouting, you will. Daddy will be there soon so I can have you in my arms again."
Tamera couldn't help but smile and blush on the other end. She was such a big baby and he loved spoiling her. There was a minute-silence on the phone and while Tamera's radio was still playing in the background, El asked her,
"You have your radio on? What song is that I hear playing in the background?"
"Yes, hold on babe, let me turn it up a bit more."
Tamera hopped up from her bed, walked over to her radio on the dresser with the phone still in her hand, cord dragging on the floor, and turned the radio up. She could not believe her ears of what was playing. Tamera told him,
"Babe, it's Marvin Gaye's Distant Lover playing. What a coincidence."
El had a big grin on his face. He loved Marvin Gaye -- he is El's inspiration. He closed his eyes, took a deep sigh and seductively said into the phone,
"Ah, I love that song. It's perfect for this moment. Just imagine me there with you right now, holding you in my arms, rocking you, rubbing down every inch of your perfect little body."
Tamera moaned softly into the phone by the sound of his voice. She then asked him,
"Mmm, are you trying to start something?"
El chuckled softly while leaning his head back onto the headboard. Every other night, when El calls Tamera, they'll talk a little dirty to each other before they'd fall asleep. Still, it was not better than him actually being there to do as he yearn to do.
"Baby, I'm not trying -- I am. You should already know by now how it goes down."
Tamera hated him right about now. For one, he's not around, and two, he knew what this did to her and him not being there to fulfill her deepest desires, was not making the situation any better. Tamera walked back over to her bed and laid back down, looking up at the ceiling. She moaned,
"Oh, El. Please stop teasing me."
El licked his lips, bit his bottom lip and began singing to her, setting the mood. Tamera loved it when he sung to her -- it helped eased her mind, all while her body would set sail to another world. She closed her eyes, head leaned back onto her pillow and crossed her legs in the air, softly moaning into the phone. El then said in his singing voice,
"🎶...Ooo so many miles away...heaven knows that I long for you, every night ...🎶 Mmm lord have mercy."
El shook his head and moaned deeply into the receiver after he heard Tamera sighing softly to herself. He then asked her sensually,
"Do you think about me sometime, babe?"
"I think about you all the time, baby" , she moaned.
🎶...Pleasseee baby. Say a prayer for me...mmm distant lover, lover, lover, lover...🎶
El kept singing to her, until suddenly he stopped and said to Tamera,
"Do me a favor babe. Take off your panties, open your legs wide, place your hand on my butter cave and tell me how it feels without telling me."
'Butter cave' was his pet name for Tamera's pussy because he can easily slip in and out like butter, going in as deep as he wanted to. He named it, claimed it and it was all his. Tamera did as she was told, took off her panties, threw them aside, widely opening her legs, putting her hand on her pussy, feeling it with her hand. She moaned and squealed with excitement ... El already knew. He smiled to himself and said to her,
"I know you're wet for me, baby. Just imagine me on top of you giving it to you just how you like it, slipping in and out ... ssss ... mmm ..."
With her eyes closed, Tamera kept feeling herself, imagining him inside of her, moaning all at once. On the other end, El was feeling himself as well, his dick hard as a rock. His deep, sultry moans turned her on to the point where she ended up squirting everywhere. 'Shit!', she thought to herself. She'd made a mess all over her sheets, something she really wasn't expecting to do. Any other night they'd do that, she cums all inside her panties and takes a cold shower afterwards. Not tonight. It was something extra special about this night -- why? Well, the longer the wait, the more intense the love gets on both ends. In this case, the wait has been too long and he needed to come home ... RIGHT NOW. Tamera breathed heavily into the phone, moaning to him,
"Baby, you have no idea what you just made me do. It's a mess."
Out of breath, El said to her,
"I already know what you did, baby. You don't even have to tell me. I made a little mess myself."
Both laughed at each other in between their heavy breaths. For a while, there was complete silence on the phone, a time for both of them to re-cooperate. Finally, El asked her,
"How are you feeling, babe?"
"I feel good. How about you?"
"Better when I'm with you. I'll be home soon baby. Good night ... I love you."
"I love you too, sweetie. Good night."
They both hung up the phone at the same time. Tamera, her body hot as the sun from head to toe, had quickly got up, went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While standing in the shower, the water running down her body, she thought about El some more and touched herself all over, pretending he was behind her. After her shower, drying off and putting on nothing but fresh panties and a bra, she turned her radio down just a little bit, blew out some of (but not all) her candles, and stood by her bed, looking down at the wet sheets that she messed up after that sexual encounter with El. She shook her head and laughed to herself, saying, "Looks like laundry day is coming a little bit early this week thanks to him." She took all of the linen off her bed, and made a pile on the floor by the bedroom door for to be washed the next day. Afterwards, she walked over to the little love sofa in the corner of her bedroom, grabbed El's blanket that was on there for decoration, and made herself a bed right on it. She fell straight to sleep, with her man on her mind.
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[Detroit, 11:05PM]
El was in the shower, the warm water hitting his bare, naked back, hands on the wall thinking about his lady. He whispered to himself, "Damn, I need to get home to her soon. I'm yearning to feel her with every fiber being in my body. I feel like I'm about to explode without her." After his shower, drying off and putting on nothing but his boxers, he walked over to the hotel window, opened the curtains a little bit and gazed out into the cold, clear starry sky, singing to himself,
🎶...Distant lover, so many miles away...think about me sometimes...I'm gonna come back home to you girl...🎶
He stood there for a minute, finally closed the curtains and went to bed, falling asleep with his baby on his mind.
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