Willow reluctantly hung up the phone. It certainly is a treat for her, to be talking to me again so soon, so late at night. She looks around her: the dark, empty apartment wishing I was there with her. Turning on the lights and locking the door, she slowly goes towards the bedroom. Remembering my sexy voice purring into the phone, explaining in explicit detail what I wanted to do to her when I f****d her. As we had privacy tonight, she gave it right back to me, telling me one of her darkest fantasies. Willow was not an aggressive lover, she hesitated to take control in bed, or climb up on top of me when we were together. I'm very aggressive in bed, taking control immediately. Tonight, on the phone, things are different. Willow mentioned to me that she would love for me to force myself on h
