My Love Journey's
The Another Bed Time Call

Last night, I was sitting in my living room with Frosty, watching the Germany vs England game. Watching Paul's amazing game. I think I've fallen in love with watching her play on a green field, her moves are too sexy and thrilling at once.

To: Paul: Your looks are absolutely amazing! How could a human possibly score such a beautiful goal?!

Germany won 1-0 against England. At first the match was very fierce, the two teams pressed each other, until fifteen minutes before the game ended Paul managed to make a magical move with his feet and put the ball into the England goal.

Paul's quick movement and the goals he created have pundits calling his name on him until the game is over.

We had a message for some time before I asked Paul to rest because their game must have been very draining. I understand the situation, and as much as possible provide meaningful support for Paul, albeit small.

***

The next day, I had lunch time to rest in one of the treatment rooms that was not in use. I haven't slept since yesterday because of my messy work schedule considering I changed my day off to fly to Russia to see Paul.

Then Travis woke me up. With all the generosity he had, Travis brought me a salad and coffee, and waited while I ate quietly.

After my working hours ended that day, I went straight home and relaxed for a moment in the bathtub to comfort myself who was near death. Working and learning at the same time is very energy draining. Plus there is no sexual activity that can usually make my mind clearer.

I finally gave in to the anxiety of the wait for Paul and all the pleasures he offered. I touched myself, but it made me even more in need of it instead of chatting over the phone.

After the comforting activity ended, I lay comfortably on my bed hugging Frosty. I grabbed a phone from the naughty then called Paul. He answered on the second ring.

"A really good time, I was thinking about you, love." I smiled happily at the sound of her voice so shrill in my ears, feeling relieved as if I had just managed to scoop up some fresh air.

"Oh? Why?"

"To take my mind off tomorrow's game." he said in a voice heavier and slower than usual. I don't know what purpose he did it for, but it was very tempting for me.

I cleared my throat. "Who's your opponent tomorrow?" I asked, expelling all the dirty thoughts that popped up once he heard his voice. The day after we will meet, I will definitely be able to survive until that day.

"Croatian. It was a game that decided whether we would play to take the top spot and come out victorious in the final, or just fight for the third place. If tomorrow we win, the next game is scheduled when you are here, chances are Germany will be against France. And if we get them out of the way, there's no doubt that Germany will take the World Cup home this year."

"Are you nervous? Which do you think is the heavier opponent, Croatia or France?" my many.

"I'm not nervous, love, just a little depressed." he mumbled straight. "I'm sure we can win against Croatia. But with the French, I don't know."

"Then don't think about it." I said, not knowing what else to say to comfort him.

"Save that sentence to yourself, over-thinker." the subtle grin on his voice made me giggle amusedly.

"My point is, just concentrate on your game and do everything you can, no matter what the outcome." I explained. "You're the second best player in the world, that's pretty impressive for me. Win or lose, Paul Klug remains a legendary footballer, nothing can change that."

"Aw, aw, that sounds so sweet, Bianka." Paul chuckled at the end of the line. "Tell me about your activities today."

"Oh, well.there were no special events in the hospital, everything was normal as usual. I had a chat with Daniel, his condition was getting better. He's also still excited to remember the day you met." I smile. "You know, he just keeps talking about you, really fanatical Paul Klug."

"Mhm," He didn't seem too interested, his voice sounding lower and lower. "What else are you doing, love?"

"Nothing, really. I went home, took a shower, and now I'm lying in bed with Frosty."

"Ah, tell me that part of the bath."

"Paul!" I smiled as I bit my lower lip, realizing where the conversation was going. I felt a subtle sigh begin to creep all over my body, while a subtle pulsation was felt down there.

"Yes, Bianka?" sahut.

"No phone s-e-x, okay?"

"I didn't say anything about phone s-e-x." - snoring, plain-ass. "My imagination is pretty good. Just tell me the atmosphere, I can start there."

I laughed while shaking my head. "You're out of your mind. I won't tell you about my bath activities."

"Alright, then tell me whatever you feel is appropriate. About your fucking cat, or whatever. I just want to hear your voice for longer..."

If my mood were not good today, I would have asked him to stop and Paul would not have forced me. But I was pretty relaxed today, I was tempted by her request and I think it was quite challenging. I just wasn't very confident in my ability to satisfy him over a phone call.

"You're so mean, Paul. Don't bring Frosty in this chat."

"Vinka..."

"All right, I'm thinking about you. While taking a shower."

"really?" I heard him move after beating once.

"Yes," I said in a deliberately refined voice. "You know, I feel empty, somewhere, without you."

"Yeah?" One heavy snort of breath Paul caught my hearing, I can imagine him lying down right now, with his hands clasped... "What's the name of the place, babe?"

Oh my God, his voice... If only I hadn't touched myself and achieved release before calling her, I would have done the activity by now.

"You know what his name is, Paul." I grinned flirtatiously at myself upon hearing him exhale trembling, passion evident in his voice. "Just imagine the shower head can do something magical."

"Ahh, fuck!" When I imagined the movement of his hand at this moment, he groaned on the sidelines of his sentence. "What do you think of me?"

"You and your little friend..." I giggled while Paul chuckled with laughter.

"Oh, I'm pulling back. Your manhood is great." I said. "Watching you play ball, it's kind of like, uhm, you're so restrained and sexy. I don't know why, but it's interesting to me. It makes me feel like the distance between us is getting further because there's nothing I want more than your insistence... Oh, Lord. My mind is really fucked up. Sorry, i..."

"Continue, love."

Oh my God, what is this? "I can't stop thinking about when I sneak into your room at my dad's house. I'm crazy looking forward to our moment of crazy lovemaking." I continued, in a flirtatious tone.

His breathing grew louder and louder. "Dam. Go on, love."

"I don't know what to say..."

"anything. Say anything," Paul growled. "Fsa!"

"I wish I was in your bed now. I want to satisfy you." I gulped as Frosty wriggled in my arms. "I miss you so much, Paul... I want you..."

"Ahh, that's it," Paul gasped. "Almost arrived.." he said.

Hope Frosty doesn't have the trauma of hearing this perverted phone call.

I led him closer to his peak. Seduce her with sexy and seductive words that I have never spoken to anyone. Until a loud moan from Paul when he reached ******* on the other end. Calmly, I listened to her hunting breath, then slowly began to reorganize.

"Tonight was really messed up," he murmured later.

I laughed almost without a sound, somewhat embarrassed by the aggressive attitude I just did not realize it could satisfy him. "Is my job good enough?" my many. "I've never done this before. I think my skills suck a lot about the phone s-e-x."

"Look, I never reached******** so soon with my own hands... Trust me, you can make anything sound sexy." Paul replied with a chuckle.

"You want to take a shower? Any plans to come out tonight?"

"Awhile more. Tomorrow we train early, so tonight there is no outside activity." he said. "Can we talk longer?"

I looked at the wall clock. "Yes, but not for long."

"I'm adjusting to your time, love." From his tone, I could tell Paul was smiling right now. "Uhm, I know now is not the right time to say this, especially after the perverted activity that happened just now, but I want to invite you to meet my parents."

"Your parents?"

"Yes. We can spend the weekend at their house, if you want." Paul snored. "Their house is located on the beach. The view is beautiful."

"Do your parents know who I am?" manya curious.

"Of course, love. Anyone who uses social media or watches and reads the news knows who Bianka Becker is."

"Not that. I mean, have you told them about me?"

"Yes. My mother was even very excited to meet you. She's in love with you, Rapunzel." Paul doesn't seem to be messing around.

"Oh, okay." I'm throats. "That means we'll have to wait until I get my share of the next weekend's holiday. I really want to meet them."

"Fantastic! One more thing, I'll take you on a date when you get here." she told me.

"really?" I smiled, clutching the pillow against my chest while rubbing Frosty's fine fur.

"Yes. I've booked a table at a pretty cool restaurant. Which means, you should be wearing a dress that's just as cool."

I frowned, realizing my dress collection wasn't too expensive. "What model dress?"

"Sort of dress for a romantic dinner. Point is something you like."

"I'm not sure I have a dress like that, but let me check my closet tomorrow." I murmured hesitantly.

"Ah, don't think too much. We can shop here, love." said Paul.

I know she's not used to the state that there are an awful lot of people who don't have thousands of Euros to spend on dresses and other types of luxury items. Including me is one of them. My daily needs are more urgent than buying a piece of clothing designed by a famous designer.

I don't like the idea of her buying me a dress, but my body is too tired to argue with her now. So I decided to agree to the idea. "All right," I yawned. "I'm dying, Paul. And you. You should take a shower immediately."

"Yes, yeah, okay." she replied. "Maybe I'll call you back when you're on your way here."

"I think so too."

Paul was silent for a few seconds, his calm mood somehow suddenly turning moody.

"Bianka?"

"Mk."

I'm sure he wants to tell me about his chat with Lucy. Nervously, I waited for him to speak, but all I heard was a heavy breath.

"Forget over. Good night, love." he muttered.

I froze for a moment before replying. "Good night, Paul."