Turns out I didn't need a time machine, things got quiet early so "TJ" my "phone pal" for the night got down to business. There are a lot of things I like about phone sex, apart from, given the honesty to your gender, you can totally look like put together shit and it won't matter the person on the other line. You could be dressed in sweat pants and an old old t-shirt or covered in cold cream with a bucket of very rocky road next to you while you watch The Jay Leno show (or replays of that fucker Kanye West) and still, the moment you say "hello..." you turn into this vixen in fishnet stockings wearing come fuck me heels and nothing else. Nevermind if you're a 220 lb cutie that likes to wear faded jeans and bras too small for you (woah, Dr. Freud cleanup on aisle 4!!), point is to TJ, I was hot.
ANd the action was hot. Steamy, sweaty, wet and not to mention loud. I could have possibly broadcasted to my neighbors that I was having this phenomenal phone sex but honest truth, I could not give a rats ass. And to this date, this was the nastiest, dirtiest and most imaginative phone sex I've had. There were no visuals. I have absolutely no idea what he looked like, but I knew he had facial hair. That's my requirement. SOmething about a non-manscaped man that's kempt that just makes me hot... but I digress. We start simple, but we start fast. And the guy can make his imagination fly. THing about me, I love dirty talk. The dirtier the better. Things I would find offensive in everyday conversation turns sexy in the heat of the moment. For example, call me a "bitch whore" in normal conversation, I'd drop kick your balls in a heartbeat.... but call me that while you tell me your slamming deep into me, gets me all hot and bothered. TJ spewed the nastiest shit you could possibly say (ok just to be clear, there was no nasty bodily functions involved) and it got my blood pumping and my juices flowing. From his end, I've been licked, sucked, spanked, spun, some spitting was involved and of course fucked out of my brains. And you could tell this guy wasn't faking it. You could actually hear him jerk off which adds to the sexy factor of the moment. The night ended in a very satisfying and much needed orgasm. It's different when you orgasm by yourself as opposed to orgasming by yourself but with vocal help from someone. The orgasm comes (no pun intended) harder, like how it feels after getting something from delaying gratification. It's almost like you have tunnel vision, and you become oblivious to all around you. Is it really like that? or have I been not having sex for a long time.
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