𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ²⁰⁰⁴

Hear me out, phone sex with 2004 James on his first tour sober and he’s just so desperate for his girl and starts telling her what to do and asks stuff like “what are you wearing?” Or saying “I want you to go lay in bed in just your panties for me baby.”

IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE PHONE SEX WITH JAMES

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ²⁰⁰⁴

It was just two weeks since James left for tour, first one sober, and I was already aching from his absence. We kept in touch with calls, but tonight I just felt lonely. I missed his hands on me, his voice, and how he made me feel. I missed him.

I lay down on our bed, staring at the ceiling, when my phone rang. It was James, he was calling me from his hotel room. I answered the phone right away, and even the sound of his voice when he answered, my heart jumped a beat.

"Hey, baby." His deep and whining voice managed to give me chills.

"Hey, James," I answered while trying to keep my voice steady.

"I miss you," he said lowly, and it was quite hard to miss the yearning in his tone. "It's so hard not being with you."

"I miss you too, honey." My throat tightened a little. "I miss you so much."

For a sec, there was just silence apart from the sound of our breathing. His voice then returned on the line, softer and more personal. "What are you wearing?"

His question caught me off guard and yet it excited me., as I knew exactly where this was headed "Um, just one of your old T shirts," I said, looking down at the worn fabric. "And panties."

"God, I wish I could see you right now," he murmured. "Want you to do something for me, baby."

"Anything," I whispered.

"I want you to go lay in bed in just your panties for me. Can you do that?" he asked roughly, the sound of rustling fabric coming from his line.

"Yes," I breathed, already moving to strip off the t-shirt. I tossed it aside and snuggled into the duvet, feeling the cool sheets against my skin.

"Good girl," I heard he smiled. "Now I want you to touch yourself. Just over your panties… very gently."

I did slowly what he asked, running my fingers over the fabric and feeling heat grow between my legs. "I'm touching myself," I admitted, melting into the bed as I did as he asked.

"Tell me what that feels like," he encouraged, voice crackling over the phone.

"It feels good," I whispered. "Warm a-and soft..."

"Fuck, I wish I were there to feel you," he groaned. "I'm so hard just thinking about you."

"What are you doing?" I asked, fingers still tantalizingly rubbing.

"I'm lying on the bed, just in my boxers," he said. "I'm so hard, baby. I'm stroking myself through the fabric, imagining it's your hand."

The mental image making my clit throb. "God… I want to touch you," I said softly.

"Slide your panties off," he directed. "I want you to touch your pretty pussy for me."

I slipped the panties off and tossed them to the side, opening my legs a little more as I touched myself. "I'm so wet, James," I confessed, feeling the slickness on my fingers.

"God, I can't wait to taste you again," he groaned. "Rub your clit for me. Make yourself feel good."

I circled my clit with my fingers, giving in a little whine before I could censor myself. "I'm rubbing my clit," I strained, trying to speak louder than the whisper that emerged.

"Fuck, wish I were there to lick you, make you cum in my mouth," his voice rising with raw desire, had her listening openmouthed. "I’m stroking my cock now, baby. I'm so hard for you."

"What’s it like?" I moaned, wanting to be able to picture every detail as I began to squirm under my own ministrations on myself.

"Feels so good," he strained. "How hard I am, moving my hand up and down, pretending is your mouth, your pretty little pussy."

"I need you inside me," I moaned, and the heat built between my legs even more now. "I want you, James."

"I want you too, baby," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "I want you to push two fingers inside yourself. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," I breathed, slipping my fingers inside. The sensation was oh so sharp, and I could feel myself clenching around it.

"God, I wish I could feel you around my cock," he groaned. "Move your fingers in and out, just like I would."

I did, sliding my finger slow, feeling the wet and the heat. "I'm fucking myself with my fingers, James," I shook, rocking my hips into my palm.

"That's so hot," he agreed. "I’m pumping my cock, imagining it's inside you, feeling how tight and wet you are… just for me.."

"I want to taste you," I said, feeling bold. "I want to lick your cock, make you cum down my throat…”

"God, baby, you're killin’ me," he moaned. "I'm so close, just thinking about my cock filling your mouth."

"I'm so close too," I said and added a third finger, feeling the pressure start to lay on me.

He groaned again. "Come for me, baby. Let me hear you."

His voice, his vision in my head of him stroking himself was too much. My whole body shook and I came with a cry, feeling myself clench and ooze around my fingers

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned. "I'm cumming too, baby. I'm cumming- so hard…”

I could hear his breath hold, before a loud groan filled my ear. “Fuck… I’m covered in cum… all for you baby.”

James Hetfield

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anshyaa

5 months ago

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anshyaa

8 months ago

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Barely able to see through the tears, I stumbled out of the apartment, my cheek stinging from the blow that had just landed there. I don't know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away, to go far away.

I found me instinctively heading toward the one place I knew I would be safe. I didn't think twice, my feet carried me toward Kirk's place like their own accord. I'd known Kirk for years. He was the closest thing to a friend I'd ever had.

By the time I reached the door, My hands were unsteady, reaching up to knock, and I sort of just paused there, wondering if I even belonged here. But that fear of going back home, facing that monster again, took over anything else. I knocked.

The door was finally squeaked open, and there before me stood Kirk, under the shitty light of his entryway.

"Jesus, what happened?" he asked frantically.

The words just couldn't come out of my mouth, they were stuck like glue in my throat, along with sobs that I tried with everything to stifle. All I did was shake my head.

Kirk didn't lose time. He reached down and gently pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. His touch was so gentle as he led me to the couch, helped me sit down, then dropped to a knee in front of me. He was so near, yet I could see how every line of his face, how his eyes were looking into mine.

"Please tell me," he said softly "What happened?"

My mouth fell open to speak, but all I could choke was a sob. I quickly clasped a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the noise, but Kirk just reached up and gently took my hand in his, pulling it away from my face.

"Shh, you’re okay. You don't have to say anything until you're ready," he whispered, his thumb stroking over my knuckles.

Before I knew it, I was spilling. I told him about the fight, how it had started over something tiny, as it always did. How it had escalated, his anger turning into something violent, something I hadn't had before. How he would hit me, how he would keep hitting with me,blow after blow, until I couldn't take it anymore. I ran.

I was weeping uncontrollably with my shoulders shaking. Kirk's face was a mass of just hardly contained fury, his jaw loosely grinding together with muscles clenching so hard that I could see them twitch the skin. But his touch stayed so gentle, his hands never leaving mine.

"He hit you," Kirk repeated, his seriousness terrified me. "That son of a bitch hit you.”

I nodded, "everyone thinks it's just... normal arguments, that I'm exaggerating, but it's not. I can't. I can't take it anymore, Kirk…”

In his mind, I could see, he was turning over the best way to tell me, looking at me with sorrow. He let out a very slow breath before he spoke again.

"You're not going back there," he said, his tone brooking no arguments, "You're staying here with me and I'm going to call him to end this bullshit."

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that this was exactly why I didn't want to be more trouble, but he silenced me with a glance. "No," he said firmly. "This isn't your fault, and it's not your problem to fix. He's the one who screwed up, not you.”

I nodded weakly, too tired and too much broken to argue. "Ok…" I whispered.

He nodded, satisfied, and now I helped him to his feet, keeping his arm about me as he had with me.

He led me carefully towards his bedroom. Down the hall, into his room, seated on the bed edge, careful with me, so careful, like I was porcelain as he helped me sit.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he smiled faintly moving to get a washcloth. When he got back, he knelt in front of me again, his hands slow as he wiped the blood away from my split lip and the tears from my cheeks. He worked in quiet as my eyes watched his every movement. I felt something in those seconds, something I couldn’t name.

When he was done, he put the cloth aside and looked up at me, filled with so much care that it ached in my chest. "You're safe," he said gently.

I nodded my head, swallowing hard against the mountain in my throat. "Thank you," I finally managed to say.

He made no answer to my words but helped me to settle. There was a bed beneath me with softness, and the covers gave and were warm, and for the first time in what seemed forever, I felt safe.

Kirk climbed in beside me, moving slowly, not wanting to startle me. He pulled me into his arms so that the solid warmth of his chest was pressed against my back.

"It's okay," he whispered, breath warm by my ear. "I've got you."

I closed my eyes and let myself be cocooned in him.

"You're so strong," he murmured. "But you don't have to be strong all the time.“

I wouldn't have thought Kirk would be here to walk me through it.

All I could do was nod, and that was sufficient enough for him.

Kirk pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head, his lips sitting there for a moment.

I wasn't alone. I had Kirk.