March 28, 2004

Aphrodite Electric – A Phone Sex Perspective

As far as you are concerned, I have a tattoo across my groin that says, “Slippery when wet,” complete with a rendering of the Rolling Stones’ logo, huge tongue and all. As far as you’re concerned, I am 25; or maybe I am 18; certainly, I am no younger than 18, but I sure sound like it when I feel like it, or when you ask me for it.

Do you know the difference between fantasy and reality? Are you absolutely sure that you do? Do you call a phone sex line and ask to speak to “Virgin Andrea” or Tessie with 36 double-E tits, believing that’s who’s going to murmur into your ear?

Believe it if you will; suspend disbelief, and you become a part of the drama, you become as one with the stage, the props, the voices, and yes, you become my lover, if only for a few minutes, and only for a pitifully small portion of the $3.99 per minute that you are paying for me to weave you a reality that will make you cum.

I am Venus, if Venus were out on her own, down on her luck, and desperate for a job. This is the perfect job for a card-carrying Wiccan, or should I say an amulet-wearing, which I am; I pray to Aphrodite all the way to work, and when I get there, I become the goddess – young, mature, black, oriental, Hispanic or white – and the goddess, who lives through me, grants you an orgasm if you’re properly obedient, if you stay on the line long enough for me to get credit for the call.

If you don’t, well, you were already worshipping something else, prideful, complete in yourself, and weren’t calling on divine lust anyhow. Or perhaps a few seconds of my breathy, holy voice sent spasms through your groin; you may be the most ardent worshipper of all, you who do not stay for long. I do not, however, feel much like blessing you.

Dominating, aggressive, sucking, nibbling, fucking, pissing, whipping bitch-goddess, I am also the goddess of making slow, passionate love to every inch of your body or so submissive I beg and whine as you tie me up and deliciously torment me. As far as you are concerned, my divine wardrobe is boundless; Victoria’s Secret seems to stay in business solely at my whim, and many cows have been sacrificed for my leather collection.

As far as you’re concerned, I have enough vibrators and dildos to start a sex toy museum, but I could never quit using the merchandise. Fortunately, I have the natural sex drive of a goddess; sometimes you talk me into orgasm, too; sometimes I talk myself into it, as I tease you and weave you into the turbulent, horny tempest in my mind’s eye. The frenzy tangles my hair; I look up at you from your cock or pussy with wild green eyes. Sometimes they’re blue... sometimes they’re brown.

I will even walk with you through fantasies that I would never entertain on my own. I am the goddess, and sometimes the goddess has to walk through the underworld, too. I will become your mother or maybe your sister, and I will be her begging you to fuck me in the ass, and patiently trying to get you off, even though I have tried for an hour already and have guessed by now that you are afflicted, most likely with a combination of extreme guilt and too much alcohol. I am, after all, the goddess, and I have compassion for those I cannot cure on the earthly plane. I will not be able to forget you, even if I really want to, because I am the ancient goddess and you are my supplicant, whether you know it or not.

I am the lone out-bisexual working here. I alone am delighted and thrilled when a woman calls to speak to me, to stroke her clit for me. Everyone here in this run-down, drab, welfare-office of a work place, knows there are certain calls that they can just hand over to me, calls that are too weird for a non-goddess to entertain. I am also the lone out-Wiccan, although I suspect a couple of others are sisters in that family. No one says anything at all about her religion; I alone could talk about my faith without shame. I alone seem to be enjoying my work most of the time.

Middle-aged, I am not the oldest woman working here; she could be my mother, if she’d gotten pregnant by her first boyfriend, which she wisely did not. She is my Crone, my story-woman in this profession. I, in turn, seem to amuse her very much. Do I remind her of her daughter, who also happens to work here? Of herself? She does not intimate that; perhaps she thinks I’m an overly enthusiastic fool, reading too much into this job and consequently I won’t last, but she is kind to me anyway. She’s right: I’m here because I can’t find anywhere else to work. I don’t know how I will sanitize this experience on my resume. Most of the people in this large, unpleasant room don’t even know what a resume is. There is no one to advise me.

The youngest among us never stays the same; this is not a job for an 18-year-old. Unfortunately, they do not find that out until they work here. Most work one shift and never come back, but many more quit after just one or two calls. Consequently, we’re all lying when we’re on the phone...but we can pull this off to your satisfaction because we weave nubile young girls out of our high school graduation pictures and the experiences we have had, or read about, since then. Believe it, not because it is true now, but because it once was true...or nearly so.

We of the middle years, the mother-figures ripening slowly into cronehood, we congregate together, sometimes along with the women still in their 20s, and we all speak of our adventures, our hardships. The road of the goddess of the love-shrine is not exactly smooth, but it is walkable. It’s bearable, with friends.

Do you know the difference between fantasy and reality? Are you very sure? What was the last time you found yourself deceived by your own expectations? Hmmmm? And where it concerns masturbation, does it really matter? Isn’t it a thrill to carry the memory of having talked to me, whoever we both agreed I was, for 20 minutes?

Call me, if you can suspend disbelief, if you can weave an erotic web or have one woven around you, and understand that for you, my supplicant, I become who I say I am, and then morph back into my own shape between callers.

Call me if you understand what the dream-time is, if you understand that your fantasies are real, they exist, but they are not, strictly speaking, of this world.

At $3.99 per minute, I’m worth it. I might actually let you kiss my tattoo...

March 21, 2004

A Phone Fuck To Remember

Chapter One of the Isabella Chronicles.

I first met Isabella on a dodgy phone chat line. I had recently returned from a year travelling overseas and while I was happy enough to be single, I was bored and after some uncomplicated but raunchy female conversation.

Isabella had the sexiest voice I had ever heard, bar none. It was sensuous, sweet and innocent, which of course only heightened my arousal when the words that came from her sweet mouth were so filthy, so dirty, so fabulously horny. Using my personal theory on the laws of inverse probability, I surmised that this meant she was ugly as sin and probably the size of a barn door, but as I didn't intend to ever meet her it really didn't matter.

The first time we spoke, she wanted to listen to me masturbate. While I beat my dick furiously until I spurted in record time, she alternated between uttering filthy and arousing comments down the phone line and listening to me wank while she played with herself.

Before long we had exchanged numbers and she was calling me every night to put me to sleep with that sexy voice and that kinky mind.

I was in seventh heaven.

I have always had a good imagination and hers was just as good. She had a great libido for a woman, needing some form of sexual release on a daily basis. For my part, I loved the idea of daily sessions where I could envisage her as a glamorous babe on the other end of the line while she told me to do dirty depraved things to her and to myself. Now I had a phone girlfriend, with no hassles and no complications.

Even our personal lives suited our phone fun perfectly. I had no interest in getting into a physical relationship at this stage, preferring to focus on whether or not I was going to return to travelling overseas by next year or return to my former corporate life.

For her part, Isabella was married, at least technically. She and her husband Horace had been going through a trial separation, living in separate bedrooms while sharing the same house. He wanted them to get back together, she was not so sure. The conditions were perfect for what we had, and what we had was great!

One night she called me after midnight as I lay almost asleep on my bed.

"Hey," she whispered, "you still awake?"

"Uh huh," I said sleepily.

"Good, I'm so horny, I really need some sex" she whispered quietly.

"Why are you whispering?" I mumbled, slowly coming awake.

"Well, Horace is getting some work done on the house and my bedroom's got plaster and paint tubs all over the floor, so tonight I'm sleeping in his bed," she replied in a tiny whisper.

"Where's Horace?" I asked, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me I already knew the answer.

"Asleep beside me!" she whispered, tiny giggles carrying across the line.

"Don't worry" she added furtively.

"He's out like a light!"

"What? You can't have phone sex with me while he's lying right next to you! You'll get caught!" I said incredulously.

"Guess what I'm doing right now?" she said, ignoring my concerns.

"What?"

"I'm sitting up against the headboard with my legs spread wide and I'm playing with my clit" she breathed.

"My knee is almost in his face" she added with another whisper.

"You little slurry!" I exclaimed, surprised and yet excited at the same time.

"My pussy is soooo wet, I'm so turned on by this!" she whispered to me, ignoring my comment again.

"Wanna hear me finger myself?" Her voice was taking on a slight but familiar tremble.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, my hand beginning to stroke my slowly hardening cock. I could feel myself becoming aroused, despite my concern at her situation, or perhaps because of it.

"I have a t-shirt on and g's" she responded.

"My t-shirt is up above my waist now and I've pushed my g-string out of the way so I can play with myself!" I could hear her breathing becoming rapid and irregular and her voice was trembling.

"I'm gonna cum soon, I'm so horny. Shit! Hold on a sec!!"

I heard a clunk as the phone was put down on a hard surface somewhere nearby.

"What are you doing?" I heard a male voice say sleepily.

"Nothing!"

I couldn't believe this! She had been sprung!! Why hadn't hung the phone up?! Maybe she thought he hadn't heard her on it, that he would roll over and go back to sleep!!

I could hear the bed creaking, clearly that wasn't happening. A strange fascination stopped me hanging up the phone right there.

"No Horace, don't." I heard Isabella say, her voice still thick with sexual desire.

There was the sound of movement, then a gasp. I could hear wet noises, the sound of, what, licking?

"Horace, we shouldn't. I don't want you too!" Isabella said, but her voice was far from convincing and trailed away into a sigh. Suddenly the sounds got louder, closer.

"Shit. Oh God, that feels good!" came Isabella's voice right in my ear.

"Do you like me sitting on your face, Horace?" she moaned loudly.

Wet sloshy sounds were the only reply.

"I think I'm going to let him fuck me" she added in a whisper.

"I don't believe you, you horny fucking bitch!" I muttered hoarsely as I fisted my cock furiously, listening to the wet sounds of sucking and licking and her breathy cries.

Suddenly the sounds got muffled and as if from a distance I heard the breath punch out of Isabella in a groan of anticipation.

"Oh, what are you doing, God what are doing?" she moaned as the bed began to squeak rhythmically. I could hear the slap of skin on skin and then a man's low gutteral groans joined her moaning sounds.

"JESUS! God I love doggie! Fuck me, Horace!! Fuck me, you bastard!!" Isabella shouted right in my ear again, while his groans increased and the rhythmic slapping sound got louder and faster.

"He's fucking me doggie style with my head in the pillow, fucking me soooo hard!!" she breathed jerkily into the receiver.

I was jerking my cock mercilessly now, unbelievably turned on by being a hidden witness to this late night sex session. I could hear the pace continuing to increase and realised he was probably going to come very soon.

"Grab my arse, hold me by my hips, you fucker!" Isabella shout forcefully in my ear.

"Jesus! Fuck me harder! Harder you prick!! Make me cum!!" she screamed down the line as the noises continued to increase in intensity.

"I wish it was your cock! God, I wish it was your cock" she muttered almost unintelligibly into the phone as the noises reached a crescendo.

I was on the brink of spurting, trying to hold myself for the climax of this voyeuristic adventure.

"Uhhhnghhhuhhh!!" came an unmistakably male groan, quickly followed by a disappointed, "Shit!! You're coming! Pull out! Pull out!!" from Isabella.

I could hold my load back no longer. I squeezed the now purple head of my cock and watched as a small river of ejaculate flowed down the side of my cock towards my emptying balls. Drops splattered onto my stomach and legs while I grimaced, while the wave of pleasure crested and then slowly drained from me.

In the background, the noises slowed then stopped. I could hear panting and scrabbling sounds as if sheets and pillows were being rearranged. I should hang up I thought dreamily, still coming down from the most intense orgasm I had had in months.

"Did you cum, baby?" came the muffled sound of a satisfied male voice.

"I'm OK!" I could hear Isabella say dispassionately from a distance.

Suddenly I heard a bump and then a male voice as if he were right beside me.

"Isabella, what's the portable doing on the bed?!"

Click.

The line went dead.

March 14, 2004

Phone Sex FAQ

From the Internet alt.sex newsgroup

Thanks to...

Welcome to the Phone sex FAQ. This document will hopefully answer a lot of questions you may have about the many ways to get your rocks off with a telephone call. Although erotic phone chat has been around for as long as people have communicated by telephone ("One ringy-dingy...two ringy-dingy...Gracious, hello! Mr. Vidal...what am I wearing now? I've got a short pink teddy, and my nipples are hard thinking about you. ") At some point a light bulb went on in some enterprising entrepreneur's mind and s/he decided there was a way to make money talking dirty. Before the days of the infotext (pay-per-call) industry phone sex operators would receive payment in advance of a call or have a credit card number on file for a regular caller.

976 numbers changed the face of the phone sex industry. With this special exchange the owner of the phone sex business could establish a per-minute rate and let the phone company handle the billing and collection. The industry earned a black eye early in the game when preadolescent boys racked up thousands of dollars in charges calling phone sex operators.

When abuses appear, regulation soon follows. Many phone companies, fearing adverse publicity, either discontinued 976 programs or simply refused to collect for those calls. "976" soon became synonymous with "phone smut," and those numbers all but died out.

A desire for a positive public image soon lost out to desire for the revenues possible from pay-per-call business. The 900 exchange was born. The owner of the phone information business (the "Information Provider," or "IP" for short) would lease a line or group of lines from AT&T or MCI. Enterprising IPs discovered that people would pay anywhere from $1.00 per minute up to $50.00 per minute if they could get the information they sought. Software companies whose tech support departments were swamped discovered that their users were more than willing to pay $3.00 per minute to get technical questions answered without long waits on hold. Late night callers could call their own personal psychics at the urging of various movie or recording stars. Baseball players were setting up their own 900 numbers to get calls from adoring fans.

Phone sex entrepreneurs jumped back into the fray as well. Soon there were full-color beaver shots showing up in Hustler and Penthouse urging the reader to "Call me--my pussy's hot for you now..." Callers were willing to pay in some cases hundreds of dollars for a call to one of these gorgeous, horny phone sex operators.

As more and more IPs jumped visibly into the telephone sex business, the telephone companies were faced with the same old image problem. They knew they would not be able to shut down those operations, but the would be able to make life a lot more difficult. They did this by leasing these lines with a number of conditions. The most important of these was that they would not bill or collect for 900 sex lines. The IPs were now forced to turn to alternative, third-party billing for these calls. From a practical standpoint this meant that an IP could not be sure of collecting for any call made, since the telephone company would not disconnect the caller's service for an unpaid 900 bill. The rate of chargebacks increased dramatically.

In the face of these difficulties there are a number of alternatives in phone sex. This document will explore some of them.

This may seem to be a stupid question (but, then a FAQ is about stupid questions, isn't it?). Let's define phone sex as a telephone conversation between two or more people whose object is to arouse, titillate and stimulate the caller or callers, hopefully to the point of orgasm. Some have described phone sex as guided masturbation fantasy. If that definition works for you, be my guest. A phone sex conversation may start out on a simple conversational level, but by mutual consent and expectation it will move into an erotic area. You might describe phone sex as an interactive erotic audio fantasy. The conversation is generally (but not always) explicit and hardcore. It is not generally a prelude to a face-to-face meeting.

While there are certainly dweebs, perverts and losers who are frequent callers, phone sex has provided a healthy (and safe) sexual outlet for many people. People who do not now have a regular sex partner may find the interaction with another person to be a welcome change from solitary masturbation. The presence of a person at the other end of the line provides another dimension to the fantasy which can significantly enhance the experience.

The cost of a call will generally be determined by the length of the call. That depends at least partly on the caller. Let's assume for the time being that you are a heterosexual male calling a female at a phone sex number. If she is doing her job properly she'll engage you in some sort of conversation so she knows at least something about you. If you don't give her a lot to go on, the call might take longer. The "average" call (if there is one) will last anywhere from 5 minutes to 14 minutes. The best way to avoid an unexpectedly huge bill is to set some sort of timer before you make the call. Time has a way of getting out of hand when you're not paying attention! If you're calling a service whose rate is $3.99 per minute, you can reasonably expect to spend between $30.00 and $40.00 for the call.

First, be clear about your expectations for the call. You generally need to make the first move as far as explicit talk is concerned; the girl will not normally take the initiative. Once you say, for example, "I'd like to lick your pussy," or "I'm sitting here with my hard dick in my hand," you've hopefully opened the door, so to speak. The girl on the other end of the line at that point should get quite graphic. If she doesn't, you're probably calling a number whose primary intent is to hold you on the line for as long as possible without delivering what you called for in the first place. You are a consumer, and you have every right to demand the service you're paying for.

Second, do NOT give your credit card number to a telephone sex operator. Sure, your credit card company will protect you, but do you really want to leave yourself open for those kinds of hassles?

Finally, be VERY aware of the time; the meter ticks, and the dollars can mount up quickly if you're not paying attention. Even though it may seem a bit tacky, set a timer before you make the call so you don't lose track. Once you've hit your budget figure, it's perfectly okay to just hang up. You don't have to stand on a lot of ceremony here. Personally, I like to say something nice to the lady on the other line--particularly if it was a really good call.

This is just like asking, "I know I can get laid if I pay a callgirl a couple of hundred bucks! How can I get laid for free?" The answer to the phone sex question is about the same. There are many people on the Internet and other on-line communities who have been able to develop very rewarding phone sex relationships with other users (your humble author is one such fortunate person). How to go about it? In just the same way you'd go about developing a relationship with another human being in 3D. Assuming you're willing and able to do that, then the calls you'd make with that other person would proceed pretty much the way a pay-per-call encounter would happen. It's a matter of having your expectations clear on both ends of the telephone line.

How to get it cheap? You have several choices here. First, do not make the mistake of assuming that just because the ad you see for the number is very explicit that you'll get great phone. Many of the numbers with very low rates are a come-on for more expensive lines. There are several different types of phone sex lines to choose from, and each has limitations and strong points.

809 numbers: These are phone numbers located in the Dominican Republic. They do not charge a per-minute fee, so you'll just pay the regular phone charges. The charge could be as low as about $0.33 per minute. These lines tend to be oriented toward dating databases and multi party chat lines. You could spend an hour on the line and not drop much more than $20 or $30, depending on your long distance carrier. Some callers have been able to connect with real people for later phone sex calls away from the party line. Many of these lines also have recorded fantasies and live one-on-one chat with women. Some of those women will talk explicitly with you; most won't. It doesn't cost too much to test the waters here, though.

900 numbers: These are the ones you see advertised in all the sex mags. Some of them are good, some of them not so good. You're pretty much taking a chance. Refer to section (5) above. 900 numbers today are relying on third-party billing or hoping to make a lot of money before they get shut down, or ripping off the caller. Just be careful and keep your wits about you.

011 numbers: These are the real offshore numbers. Some of the ads will tell you that you can talk to "Horny Swedish Bi Nympho Sluts," but in reality most of these numbers go to an island off the coast of Africa. The "Swedish" angle is to deal with the fact that many of these women have strong accents. (All you folks for whom English is not your native language: please don't take offense at the "accent" remark !) The point is that in some cases you may have to deal with a person on the other end who does not have a good command of the language; as a matter of fact, some of them are almost unintelligible! On the plus side, you're only paying long distance charges, but you should always be aware of the ticking of the clock, and also what the per minute long distance charges are.

800 Numbers: These will bill your credit card. Refer to section (5) above: how to avoid getting ripped off.

10XXX Numbers: These are a brand new entry onto the phone sex scene. the first six digits you dial will route your call through a central switch, while the rest will put you through to the service. You will be charged a per-minute fee of between $1.99 and $4.99 per minute, depending on what number you're calling. There is always some sort of recorded introduction (for any pay-per-call number) telling you to hang up if you're under 18, and disclosing what the cost per minute is. Pay attention to this!

The 10XXX numbers have gotten popular quickly for a couple of reasons; Most of the 10XXX numbers connect to locations in Canada, so you are not dealing with any sort of language problems as you might with some of the offshore numbers. Finally, the providers who have started the 10XXX programs are generally very experienced in providing phone sex services; these numbers tend to have a high percentage of repeat callers, just as a popular callgirl would have a "book" of regular customers.

One number that's representative of a 10XXX service is

10509-1-514-851-1599

You can generally count on the 10XXX numbers to deliver explicit (hardcore) phone sex.

First, it helps if you're in the right state of mind. If you're in a foul mood because you've just had a fight with your Significant Other (or whomever) you probably would be better off not making the call until you're in a better frame of mind. It does help if you're in a quiet place where you can relax (putting on music helps) and where you know you won't be disturbed while you're on the phone.

Just as with regular 3D sex, it helps to be prepared and relaxed beforehand. A glass or two of wine (or whatever) might help you to lower your inhibitions and get into the fantasy more readily. And (though it may seem a bit tacky for me to mention it) it's a good idea to have a box of tissues close at hand.

Be prepared to take an active part in the conversation. That doesn't mean you have to create the whole scenario, but you'll find it works a lot better when you're giving the girl some input from your end. I know a few phone sex girls in 3D (and many of them are in fact pretty!) and they will often get off themselves if their caller is really turned on.

When you are about to have an orgasm, let her know somehow. Your "signal" could be heavy breathing from you, or just tell her what's happening with you. She'll take it from there.

If you just want to test the waters without spending a lot of money, try the 809 number, but don't expect a weak-kneed, dripping orgasm type of call (unless you really get lucky!) You'll just pay regular long distance rates.

If you're looking for the "real thing," your best bet is a 10XXX number. You can safely assume you'll have a hot, explicit call with no holds barred.

For this you might try 10509-1-514-851-1599

This number carries a charge of $3.99 per minute, and you can realistically expect to be on the phone for anywhere between 6 and 12 minutes. It's up to you to determine whether it's worth it *for you.* If I were going to justify it for myself, I'd have to say that paying 40 bucks for a nice orgasm that is totally safe is not a bad deal, particularly if there's a nice, sympathetic person on the other end. I am not you, though, so you might see it a different way.

For another look at phone sex, read my article "Phone sex--The Straight Scoop!" on several Usenet newsgroups (and Compuserve) near you. This article contains a word-for-word description of a "typical" phone sex call.

If you buy into the notion that we all have something to learn about interacting with people at any level, the answer could be a resounding "Maybe." If you are lucky enough to connect with another person on an intimate level through the Net or any online service, you might find that having some familiarity with telephone sex could enhance the experience forboth of you.

If you read "Phonesex--The Straight Scoop," you'll see how a "typical" call happens. Making love with another person on the telephone,when it is done "right," is much more than sexual talk.

Joe Parsons is a writer living in the San Francisco Bay area. As of this writing, he is producing erotic audio dramas for release near the end of the year (1994). Since as a writer he is just one step away from being unemployed, he spends a lot of time sailing "Good Faith" out of Berkeley, California.

Even though this might not be the Great American FAQ, it did require a fair amount of work and lots of, um...research. The author is indebted to:

Elley for the fan mail
Marticha for the same nice words
My dear pal Marsha--she knows why.
Everyone who reads this stuff and gets something out of it.
Finally, thanks to all the sweet-voiced ladies of phone sex

March 07, 2004

Phone Sex at the Office

I'm standing in the little conference room at work... talking away on the black phone... my hand has slipped into my pants... down into my panties...

I'm rubbing my clit as you tell me about how you want to fuck me... I'm so getting ready to cum... I look back at the door... just in case... it seems to be locked...

Talking to you about what I want you to do to me... I am engrossed in my conversation with you... next thing I know, I feel a hand slide from my belly to my breast... underneath my shirt... I am startled... and gasp out. I look over my left shoulder to find you there... cell phone in hand...you slide your hand down to my waist and turn me around...

As you hang up your phone... so do I.

I kiss you... breathless... needing you... my tongue probing inside your mouth... your tongue caressing mine...tasting mine... your hands are up the back of my shirt... and begin to unfasten my bra... I stop kissing you for a moment and look up... worried about what's about to happen next... or more so... that this is about to happen while I am at work.

"Come on," you say... as your hands work their way to my nipples... I cannot resist... we turn around so that you are leaning on the table. You peel off my blouse... and I turn around to ensure the door is locked...

When I turn back to you... I can see your cock... hard beneath your pants... your eyes telling me that you want me and that you want me now.

I reach down and unfasten your pants... unbuckling your belt... and then your top button. I hesitate in lowering your zipper... I want to feel how hard you are before I let you out... My hand slides across your cock... and down underneath so that I can gently touch your balls... I hear you catch your breath... I almost think you are going to explode then and there... which excites the hell out of me...

I'm dying to tease you... since I have already begun teasing myself... I lean forward and kiss you... my face resting in your hands... I take one of your hands... and carefully and sensually begin sucking on your fingers... taking your finger all the way inside my mouth... rolling my tongue around it... tasting it... I know that you are imagining me doing the same thing on your cock... I suck a bit harder... and suck a bit longer... knowing that you are dying to have your cock sucked.

Instead of taking down your pants... I unbutton mine... drop them to the floor... I slide out of my panties... and stand before you...

I unzip your pants... and slide your nice hard cock out... so thick... and so throbbing... You scoot your self back on the table... and beckon me closer...

I kneel on the table... your cock straddling me... my nipples just inches from your face... you begin sucking on them... my hand reaches down and begins stroking your cock... now covered with pre-cum...

Your hands reach behind me and grab my ass... and pull me closer to you... wanting to be inside me... and me wanting you the same... I lower myself onto you... feeling your cock fill me... slowly... feeling every inch of you... MMMMMmmmmmm

Your hands move to my clit... and begin rubbing while I am slowly rocking on your cock. Arching my back so you are sliding in and out of me... feeling you re-entering me on each thrust... my body is about to explode...

You ask me if I am ready to cum... and tell me that you want to hear me... my breathing increases... I kiss you fiercely to muffle the sounds of my moans... but I am unable to control them... Escaping my mouth... loud sounds... cries... moans... we cummmmm... you at the same time... our bodies... shaking... our mouths trying to keep the sound in...

March 01, 2004

Both Sides of the Phone Line

I can't believe I did this but the guy intrigued me. We were just chatting about sex. He was good, it was getting me pretty excited. I think he noticed because out of the blue, he asked me if I wanted to try phone sex.

I've cybered, but never phoned. I thought what the hell, could be fun. I gave him my number. I didn't have to wait long and the phone rang. My first reaction was oh my god. I nervously picked up the phone and said hello. He said hello back in a husky whispered tone. Immediately my pussy started to get wet. He asked me what I was wearing and I told him. Then, he asked me to strip. I did just as he said. I slid my bra from my tits, making sure it pressed across my nipples as I removed it.

Damn, they were so hard from our chat. Next, he told me to pull down my panties, but to make sure that the fabric caressed my ass, legs, ankles and feet as I took it off. The feeling of that softness gliding against my skin made me shiver. By now, he was telling me how hard and throbbing his cock was getting. I asked him to grab it. He did and I heard a little groan come from the other end. It nearly took my breath away hearing him groan into my ear. He knew I was pleased and asked me if I wanted him to stroke it. Of course I said yes.

The thought of the man grabbing and stroking himself for me made me incredibly hot. And I could even hear it! He said good and asked me to wet my fingers and twirl them around my nipples, imagining it was his tongue. I wetted them as he asked, gently pinching them between my fingers. I was so aroused I could feel my juices starting to run down my ass. I couldn't wait for him to ask me to finger myself. His breathing was starting to get faster and louder and he finally asked me to rub my fingers between my lips. This was after he teased me for awhile, having me play all around my swollen lips without touching it. Rubbing and caressing my inner thighs.

My thumbs making circles just around my pussy. It was almost torture. My lips and clit were begging, screaming for my touch. I played with my lips like he wanted, but couldn't help but to flick my finger on my clit. We, really started getting into it at that point, I could tell he was really pounding his cock.

Together we were panting and talking dirty to each other. I was just imagining my fingers that I was slamming fast and hard into my pussy was his cock and my other hand, his, as I furiously rubbed my clit. My juices were running down my wrist and all around my fingers. I could feel them sloshing around inside me. Feeling my orgasm building, I clinched my pussy down hard on my fingers. Damn, I was so close to cumming. He was too. I heard a loud moan into my ear that sent waves down to my pussy, exploding into my own orgasm.

We chatted a for a little bit afterward. I hung up thinking, wow that was erotic. I'd like to try that again.