Justin Hammer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
therealgenius) wrote2013-09-09 08:35 pm
therealgenius) wrote2013-09-09 08:35 pm
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You've reached the voicemail feature for Justin Hammer. I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused by being unable to answer your call, but I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you, and have a good day.
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If you'd like a masturbatory aid, I can certainly set aside the time it takes for you to end up spent and ragged and asking for another game of Mahjong.
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And if you're working, I can't help you get off. Which sucks. And not in the good way.
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[file attached]
Sure you can. I'll just save the e-mails for later and go over them and end up in the same state I want you in.
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But I won't know! That's part of the fun.
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Tony. Let's be very serious. I've got a DVD of Planet Earth in right now, and it's doing dangerous jungle animals. Sigourney Weaver is narrating the lives of these spiders that use trap plants to eat. Are you telling me to turn it off, whip out my dick, and start jerking off? Is that what you're asking?
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And no. I can see how carnivorous spiders would be a huge turn-off. That's not even remotely sexy.
15 minutes later
Now, okay. No spiders. No Sigourney Weaver. Do you want to hear more of that in detail, or would you like another?
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Another? There's more?
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Uh. The first time I woke up in your bed was May 27. I think I've had more than one fantasy/daydream/dream that involved sucking you off.
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I'm not discouraging that. At all. For the record.
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Okay, here's your choices:
- Continue previous unbuttoning surprise visit one, only in extreme detail
- Pick a new one
categories:
a) daydream (usually at my desk or driving home when reggae isn't playing)
b) actively thinking about it
c) wow I woke up in need of a cold shower oops how did that happen let me try to remember!
- Exit e-mail
- Go West
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I want all of them. Seriously. I want to hear them all eventually. And make them happen.
Uh, but tell me more about the visit. Since you already started.
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I remember it was cold, it was winter sometime. I came home in a bunch of layers—heavy coat, double socks, scarf, all of it. And, like I said, JEEVES welcomed me and it got really quiet, which is strange. There's usually some form of "soothing" noise going on in the house, even when I'm gone. Not that anyone can get close enough to break in or anything, but it's usually always there. But it wasn't. And I was freezing, wearing designer shoes that were almost soaked from the melting snow. Anyway, so I'm a bit confused because it's too quiet. I start to take my scarf off but then I hear you talk about the lights and they come on and you're right there on the couch, the one that's catty corner the front door, so I could tell someone was there but I couldn't see you, exactly. I kind of stutter because I'm really surprised (go figure), but you start unbuttoning your shirt and you say you heard I was having a stressful week and thought an impromptu visit wasn't such a bad thing, right? And, yeah, you're wearing that really dark shirt. And you look, uh, fanfucktastic in the lighting and I realize you've actually put some planning into it, and I look over at the stand by the door and you didn't even bring those red sunglasses so I'm starting to think about how much time you must have spent coming up with the whole "presentation" aspect of it. So you get your shirt halfway undone and you're just super confident? And it's kind of got this red glow in the light but then there's blue and it's kind of like looking at a cluster of stars through a microscope, you know? Anyway, I totally just forget I'm wearing winter clothes and I think my eyebrows shoot off my head. Metaphorically, of course. And I'm about to tell you that I need to go upstairs and put my clothes up and blah blah, and you just kind of tap your inner thigh with two fingers and I totally forget what I was saying or "supposed" to be doing, drop my briefcase on the floor without waiting to make sure it's propped up against the wall and it's totally not so it falls over but I don't give a fuck because you look amazing and then I'm on my knees without second thought and I don't know how I got there so fast, and you're putting your thumb in my mouth like a fish hook and you're telling me that there's all sorts of ways to relieve stress and you've appointed yourself as "honorary stress relief aid" and I'm still kind of like disbelieving the entire thing, because no way is that really happening. Then you start going on about how body heat is a good way to warm up and it's really cold outside and why don't I let you warm me up, and then my glasses are off somewhere (I don't really remember that) and you've pulled me up in your lap by the combination of scarf + tie and I'm still kind of, you know, still not really sure it's happening. Then you ask me how much my suit costs and I tell you and you ask if I remember "secret cake ingredients" and I say yes because like hell I don't, and then you remind me (like I could forget) about the clothing thing and you slipped your hand down my pants, unzipping it just enough, and you said you weren't going to leave until my suit might be unfit even after the dry cleaners, and I am totally okay with that. And it's not, in the end, btw. It's stained as fuck and so is pretty much everything else I'm wearing, that comes off much later and then you said I ruined your shirt and I was all well i should make it up to you right? and you were like, yeah, you totally should, i'm enraged right now, how are you going to do that? and then i'm back on my knees and you put 2+2 together on taht one
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I always i thought you wouldnt like if i was too demanding too confident might seem arrogant i didnt want
jesus christ if id known i know now god when i see you again
the things im going to do to you
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> Keep going with same fantasy
> Pick another
> Take a fifteen minute break
> Exit e-mail
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actively thinking about it give me 1 of those
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You sure you don't want me to tell you about how you told me not to swallow, and I figured what you meant? How I got out of my big overcoat and slid into your lap and you tapped your lips like I do mine and I knew what you wanted but said lol no and I kind of just let it (it being your semen, mind) dribble out all over my jacket and vest and tie?
Okay, let me figure something else out.
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fuck no
no
tell me about that
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Why not tell me one of yours? Or is it too hard to do that one-handed?
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Okay. Sure. I can talk.
How'd it go?
Daydream? Actively thinking about it? Wet dream? Or go west?
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Go south into wet dream for $1000, please.
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Anyway, so there’s this benefit. I don’t know, save the whales, the rainforest, something like that. Raise money, donate it, you know. So I’m there and apparently I don’t realize you’re going to be there. I don’t know why. But you walk in and I’m going to go say hello, only I get held up by this guy who wants to talk stock options for something and I must be standing there like ten minutes while he just goes on and on. And the whole time I’m watching you and there’s this woman there. She’s all, you know, what I think you actually want, tits and ass and hair, and she keeps touching your arm and smiling at you and I’m getting more and more agitated because I don’t care about stocks and she’s got her perfect fucking fingernails all over you.
Boring guy finally goes away but I can’t go talk to you because now you’re busy, so I just leave. I walk out and go looking for my coat and I’m about to put it on and I turn around and there you are. And there’s like a dozen things I want to say but I don’t say anything at all. I just push you back against the door and I’m kissing you. Hard, you know, because I’m kind of, okay really jealous, and this is a stupid place for it because anyone could come in. Well, they’d have to get the door open first, but you know what I mean.
Kissing you isn’t cutting it though and I’m so hard it fucking hurts, so I spin you around and grab your hands, press them to the door and tell you not to move. And I think part of me’s expecting you to tell me to stop and I would, but you’re not and I don’t. So you’re against the door and I’m like right up against you, my dick’s flush against your ass and I’m unzipping your pants and you’re telling me to check your jacket pocket, don’t forget the jacket pocket, and I…
Um, is this what you meant or should I tell you something else?
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[file attached]
Were you watching this two nights ago?
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I can have dreams about pushing you up against walls, doors, and other flat surfaces without needing to be inspired by gay cowboys.
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