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Q. I'm not too good at phone sex with my girlfriend. How do I get her off? A. I'm not too good at phone sex either, Of course, not having a girlfriend does rather cramp my style. It's just not the same having to use my mobile phone to call myself on the home phone and ask myself what I'm wearing. Often, I'm in a playful and ask myself to guess. It's amazing how good a guesser I am. But amazing

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[Phone dials and rings] [Girl]- Hello? Tweety-hahaha [Girl]- Hello? Tweety- Guess what baby? [Girl]-What Tweety- I can make you moan on the phone baby. [Girl]- Oh yeah? Tweety- I can make you moan on the phone. [Girl]- hahaha Tweety- I can make ya moan on the phone baby. [Girl]- ok Tweety- I can make you moan on the phone [Girl]- I'm ready. Phone sex. (yeah baby.) How's about a little

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"Mmmmm, yeah. Yeah, let me stick your big hot rod in my mouth. Let me suck it deep into my throat. I want to taste your cum, your hot, sticky cum. I want it filling my mouth." I listened breathlessly as the woman on the other end of the hone sex line did her thing. She was a telephone sex seductress and good at her job. I looked up at my husband and saw he agreed with me, he was leaned back on

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This man had been driving me absolutely insane for weeks now. We met through the Literotica site, exchanged Emails, salacious, erotic, heart-pounding, legs fainting Emails. I started out reading them at my desk, rolling my clit over my vibrator as I trapped it between my throbbing pussy and the chair, cumming wildly, uncontrollably, gasping. Almost falling out of my chair as I dreamed about him.

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When last I wrote the story of my affair with a married woman it ended with us joined on the bed by her best friend whom I had just fingered to orgasm while fucking another man's wife as she talked to him on the phone. It would be hard to top that experience. See my story "Phone Sex" to get to this point. Lanie laid sprawled on top of me ,breathing hard as she struggled to regain her composure.

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It funny how much chance plays in those experiences you just never seem to forget. The most intense sexual experience in my life wasn't planned, it just happened. The fact that it wasn't expected made it that much more thrilling. I had been seeing a married woman, whom I'd met on the Internet. We had had one very brief encounter which had made is both hungry for more. "A Chance Taken" She never

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On-line relationships. They are everywhere, in all forms. On all levels. I have had a few. I have a few. On various levels. But what happens when you take that on-line relationship one step further? I’m talking about the ultimate experience of a long distance relationship where two can merge emotionally and share physical feelings without any physical contact with each other. I’m talking about

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". . . So, you say you're just wearing a white tank top and panties, huh?" "Yeah - nuthin' fancy, just a white cotton top with a little bit of lace in the front. It's a bit too small you know, cuz it shrunk a bit, so it's pretty tight across my breasts." "Hmmm . . . I'm imagining that. Can you see the colour of your nipples through the material?" "Well, my nipples are really hard and sticking

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I’ve never done this before, so please don’t get offended if I laugh… I want to try it, and I want you to just… listen to my voice… and enjoy yourself… So this is what I want to start with. Put on some music, preferably soft, whatever you like best. Something that won’t distract you though. Turn out the lights, and sit in your favorite chair. Close your eyes, listen to the sound of my voice.

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Suzanne finished her shower and dried her body slowly, enjoying the sensation of the towel on her aroused skin. After spraying her vanilla scent, she went to the drawer and brought out her assortment of toys. Checking them, she changed the batteries in each toy. Once again, she checked the power level. As she heard the loud buzzing, she could feel herself getting excited. Her pussy seemed to

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"Okay, I'm back." Kieran had just switched phones to one in a private office. It was after hours at his office 200 miles away from me. He worked as a network engineer and I was a college student. I had spent many hours having phone and cyber sex with him since I arrived at the college. Thankfully my grades hadn't faltered because of it. And besides, I missed him so much, it was hard for me not

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“I was taking a bath this morning and I thought of you.” Sarah purred into the phone. “Wow. I’m flattered.” Rob said flatly. “Seriously. I was thinking about our talks and how excited you’d get if I told you what happened last night.” “You’re cruel. Tease.” Rob snorted. “I know you love it. Why else would you call every single day?” She smiled into the receiver. “Okay, I relent. Tell me

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The morning sunrise cast an almost mystical glow into her bedroom; the warm rays gently nudging her from her deep sleep. As she stretches, her bare skin gliding across the sheets, her thoughts turn to him. She smiles to herself, still in that quasi-sleep state. A subtle sigh escapes her lips as she replays the details of last night's conversation in her mind. His voice was enchanting. She found

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OH Damn! she thought as the cars in front of her slowed, slower than a turtle’s crawl. It was going to be one of those drives home from work. It had been a long day at work and it didn’t seem to be getting any better. Great, now the cars were totally stopped. She scanned the stations on the radio, looking, hoping to find a traffic report so she would have some clue as to how long of a drive this

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My husband and I had discussed swinging for years, but I had always chickened out just short of finding someone to share my charms with. Finally Gary surprised me by signing us up on a website that matches up Lifestyle-minded people and we started talking to potential candidates online. Many different people were interested in having sex with us but very quickly there was one that stood out. His

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There I was, standing on the corner in a quaint little town on the Ural Mountains of Switzerland, thinking of what I could do next. I had just left the American bar and grill and didn't want to go to bed. I wanted to call home, but it was too early. There is a seven hour difference, and my eleven o'clock nightly horniness, was a four o'clock nothing back home. I decided to pace the streets for a

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Everything was going well. I was sitting on a comfy couch, chatting with the friend that I hoped one day to turn into a girlfriend. We had gone back from lunch to her place; I had the afternoon off, and she telecommuted from home, where she had cleared her calendar for the day. We were sitting and laughing, enjoying a pitcher of margaritas when it happened. Wait. Before I go on, let me step back

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I didn't know I was meeting my future wife, Kirsten, when I first ran into her. I was a senior in high school and she was a little ol' freshman. Not to bad, I thought, for a kid but I was into older women, at least 17 or 18, at the time. I was also into leaving this hick burg as soon as possible. So I joined the navy right after high school and spent 4 years having a good time playing around the

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I'm hot, I'm sweaty, and I'm horney...or is that horny? It's 3:15 in the morning and I'm sitting on the side of my bed wondering, what the heck am I doing here all alone. I'm nuts, just plain nuts! I look at my phone... god... he has to get up for work in two hours, should I be selfish and wake him? Or let him sleep. We just hung up the phone a couple hours ago, after talking three hours and

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Mary was 23 and had two children from a previous relationship when she started dating my brother, John. She'd become pregnant in high school when she was 16, foolishly married the boy at the insistence of her religious parents and immediately had another baby. The marriage lasted about as long as the second pregnancy, so my brother told me one night. Ever notice how women who have children

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We are lovers. Flat out flirtatious, and tickled by public "display." More than once you've taken my dare and stood under the sprinkler for the wet T-shirt contest; strutting your great looking tits and juicy pink nipples with the other contestants (much admired by me and everyone else) with that provocative, "Oh me, oh my," glint in your eye. One of your favorite prick- tease gags is to whisper

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Patti's bedroom was definitely a messy teenage girl's room, with lots of "Boy Band" pop star photos tacked onto the walls, a pink telephone and frilly bedsheets. But there were also still a few little girl remnants like stuffed animals and Barbies scattered across the floor with dirty laundry and school books. She hurriedly scooped up the loose homework papers and soiled panties and chucked them

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The phone is ringing, as I grab it, I flop over onto the bed..."Hello?" A deep, sexy voice on the other end of the line says "Hello Jackie, this is Michael." "Ohhhh my!" I say. Thinking, Oh my God he has such a deep, wonderful voice. And I can feel my pussy contract, already becoming wet. "Hello Michael! My goodness, this is the first time we've talked." "Yes, it is. I just wanted to hear

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It's late one night and I have nothing to do, so I get online and open up AIM to see if any friends are on. There is one guy that I just love talking to that is on. His name is Darren, and he knows just the right things to say to get me wet. I message him, saying hello, and the usual small talk. Then, here it comes, his trademark question. "What are you wearing?" I smile, and reply "clothes" I

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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

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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

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From the Internet alt.sex newsgroup Introduction to phone sex What is phone sex? Isn't phone sex for dweebs, perverts and losers? How much is phone sex going to cost me--really? How can I avoid getting ripped off using phone sex? How can I get phone sex for cheap--or free? What are the different kinds of phone sex service numbers? How can I get the most out of a phone sex call? What are

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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

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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

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Silken. Smokey. Slightly raspy and sooo sexy. A cat's tongue of a voice. I listened, rapt, as he told me how hard he was for me; cock dripping, wanting to paint my lips with it. My fingers slid unerringly beneath my silk robe, caressing my breast, rolling the already erect nipple as he instructed me to. "Mmm. Are you wet for me baby?" "Yes. Wet and throbbing." "Good. I'll be there at 9. I want

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Ringgggg "Hello?" "Are you ready, little one?" Her pulse immediately quickened. "Yes, Sir." She said, almost breathlessly. How can he have such an effect on me - so strong, so immediate? Surely he's a magician. She waited for the next incantation. "Do you have your collar and cuffs on?" "Yes, Sir." She could already feel herself getting wet. She wished He allowed her to sit with her legs

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These are the true stories of my foray into phone sex. I love feedback and will write you back. My room was lit with candles casting soft flickering shadows on the burgundy walls. The sensuous hushed sound of a rock waterfall fountain whispered its soothing song. A glass of chilled wine waited for me on the table along with a thick dildo and multi-speed vibrator. A lighter lay nearby awaiting a

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These are the true stories of my foray into phone sex. I love feedback and will write you back. I started doing phone sex as a joke and on a dare. We needed the money because credit card debt had crept up on us, we had a car payment, new house payment and well, you get the picture. Since I stayed at home, we joked that I could do phone sex for extra cash. At first, this seemed really crazy, but

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We met on a singles phone line late at night, my usual time of heightened arousal. I was a social worker by day, and jack off addict by night. I loved talking a man through an orgasm. There were plenty of willing subjects to meet online, but I was selective. They had to be cunning and well educated in order to interest me. I took a wicked pleasure in withholding a true release from my partner on

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Ring! Ring! Ring! He rolled over and looked at the clock before answering the phone. It said 2:00 a.m. He reached for the phone. "This had better be good." He grumbled into the phone. "Oh Baby, did I wake you?" his wife asked. "Yeah you did, but it's alright. It's nice to hear your voice. Is something wrong?" he asked. "No, I just wanted to talk. I've been so busy for the last few days with

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Nick was a very fortunate High School Senior; he was good looking well liked, very smart and athletic. He was also the envy of most of his friends for the one thing they didn't and never would have – Nick was the kid with "cool parents." Anna and Nick Sr. were high school sweethearts, and before they both went to college Anna found herself pregnant with Nick Jr. This could have been a crushing

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The walls glowed with the flickering orange of the dancing candlelight. Smooth jazz softly reverberated throughout the cozy room. I glanced at the clock anxiously waiting for the time to arrive. Was time even advancing, I wondered? I walked to my bedroom door and locked it. Reassuring myself that there would be no outside interruptions. I then lay down on the cool satin sheets of my four poster

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They hadn’t been together for over a week but it seemed longer. They just couldn’t arrange time away or they were never alone long enough to be able to meet. They were each frustrated at this obstacle. They were both aching for each other. They had both dreamt of each other, yearned for each other’s embrace and attentions. They had talked several times by phone and it only made things worse

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"Hello?" Sara said nervously into the phone, her heart was skipping beats. "Hello Sara." "Allen?" "You sure you want to try this?" "Yes" Sara's heart jumped again. She shouldn't be this nervous, this was just Allen, granted she had never meet Allen, but it was still her old friend from the Internet, Allen. "Let me get comfortable, ok?" "Sure, Sara." Sara's five foot three inch frame

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"I was taking a bath this morning and I thought of you." Sarah purred into the phone. "Wow. I'm flattered." Rob said flatly. "Seriously. I was thinking about our talks and how excited you'd get if I told you what happened last night." "You're cruel. Tease." Rob snorted. "I know you love it. Why else would you call every single day?" She smiled into the receiver. "Okay, I relent. Tell me your

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I went back to work with only half a heart. It was hard to concentrate with a near orgasm still thumping in my pants, but I did anyway. After much difficulty I was soon lost in my work again, my eyes and hands floating between files and keyboard as I built grand buildings in my head and on paper. I was interrupted however when I heard Sheri's sweet voice floating from her office as she talked on

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I had been tossing and turning for nearly an hour. I thought sleep would evade me forever. The fan slowly turned over the bed, and my bare legs were being teased by the slightest of breezes. I kept running my fingers through my long auburn hair. Even the curling ends seemed to tease my over sensitive flesh. My green eyes, moist with tears of frustration. Denny would not be home till tomorrow. I

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I am in my favorite summer place, the backyard. I have purchased an inflatable pool and fill it each afternoon with cold water, as I lie back and improve my tan. It is called the "Family Lagoon Pool" and is eleven feet long and three feet deep. Every day, after I finish all my errands and housework, I go out to the pool to sun and think. Our yard is edged in a high privacy fence and my pool is

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"When men take a position on high moral grounds, it is almost always a bluff." - Anonymous Quote * * * * * The phone rang seven times before Fuller finally picked it up. His recently divorced roommate, Dave Peters had just left to do some grocery shopping so Fuller knew it was not Peters calling. Consolidated Foods had fired Fuller the day before, and he was expecting them to call. They wanted

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Evan was lounging on the couch, in a towel, having just got out of the shower. Smelling good and looking fine, Evan was almost 6'1, black hair and startling green eyes. He worked out so he was very fit, tight stomach, and a butt to die for. He was very well endowed as the head of his thick, long cock peeked out from under the towel. The phone rang so he rose off the couch to pick it up. "One of

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His beat up old Ford shuddered under the power of the idle; he really needed to turn it down some. The cop in the intersection hadn't moved. At least the procession of Santas on Motorcycles had finally begun to creep by. Santas in July, stupid. Behind him, someone honked. Sighing, he cut the engine and slouched in his seat. The headlights from the motorcycles went back farther than the hill two

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Anna laid sprawled out on her white linen bed. It was July, her body was perspiring a little from the humidity coming into the room. It was July 10th, her boyfriend's birthday. She had been planning a sexy little concoction for him the entire week. And couldn't wait to deliver. Justin, her boyfriend, was attending college down in Florida, and here she was, awaiting her first year of college in

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And I hear him give a great animal roar as he pulls back on my hair that's wrapped around his fist, rearing me up like a horse, and mounts my begging ass. Using his knees he spreads my knees apart, my labia are strained apart by the coils of cord, the stretching pain an excruciating delight. The knowledge that John-Paul is watching every moment of my brutilization by this lust crazed stranger is

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Fresh from an hot shower, nice and relaxed, and feeling extremely hot and horny... I walk naked from the bath to my bedroom. I'm so hot and needy. As I pass thru the house I massage my breasts, plucking at my nipples, feeling the electrical charge show straight to my clit! God I need a hard throbbing cock so bad! Living in the woods as I do, I never even think of closing my blinds or drapes, I

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I loved this feeling, this incredible feeling of his cock so deep inside me that it may never be found again. I moved softly against him and felt him shudder and heard his moans. I kissed his mouth, soft now, easy. The urgency was gone, replaced by contentment and satiation. I fitted my head against his shoulder, the spot that appeared made for me. My cheek against his skin, his arms around me,

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We faced one another, our bodies pressed together as we kissed in greeting and anticipation of the day ahead of us. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up on the counter, my legs wrapped around his hips. We continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair back from my face as we pressed closely together and our tongues played. My nipples were hard against his chest, my hands gliding up and

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At some point, Michael turned on the bench, stretching out full length, taking me with him. I was lying on top of him, somewhat like a little rag doll, totally sated and limp. His lovely hands rubbed up and down my back, making little circles and tracing hearts and words of love. I could almost hear him purring with happiness and satisfaction. I was drifting off to sleep when he began talking to

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I rested against him and listened to his heartbeat return to normal. I heard him chuckle deep in his chest and smiled against him. His hands were running up and down my naked side, just touching and learning. I felt myself getting ready, felt the heat gathering in my center. All my married life, I had been told that sex was a onetime activity. You did it in the dark, you did it quickly, you

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Finally we met. The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. But instead of being all dressed up in a beautiful outfit, wonderfully made up, I was sitting in a dressing room, naked, wet, panting from making love to a woman! There stood my Michael, smiling and taking in the entire scene. I heard his voice and my trained pussy started to ache for him. Carolyn stood up, taking my hands in hers and

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She handed me back the cell phone and then knelt in front of me. She very gently reached for the wrist of my right hand, the one buried deep inside my pinkness, and pulled it toward her face. She directed my hand to her lips , opening wide and sucking my glistening fingers into her warm mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked deeply on my fingers, a slight moan escaping from deep in her throat.

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It was finally Monday morning. I was up so early, prowling the house, trying to read, balancing the checkbook, anything to take my mind off of my pending surprise. When my family left for the day, I showered. I hesitated a few moments and then decided. I lathered up my pretty curlies with vanilla soap and carefully shaved all the softness away. As I ran my hand over my mound, I felt only smooth

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One thing we never discussed was our geographical proximity. We both pretended that we weren't 30 minutes apart and could meet in the middle in 15 minutes. That topic was too tempting. I had told myself as long as we sat safely at our computers typing, we would be safe from all the evils. Yet, now, I was lying on my bed, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting to hear Michael's voice for the first

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Picture if you will, if you CAN, that wonderful model woman, Donna Reed. A beautiful woman, always dressed so well; full-skirted shirtwaist dress, hose, high heels, pearls. Never a hair out of place, she managed a household, two children, a husband and helped with her husband's medical practice. Fast forward 40 years and you have ME. I am the modern equivalent of Donna. Without being immodest, I

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