Category: erotic phonesex

Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

I’ve got a special naughty activity that I love to do at the end of a long day.  At the long of a particularly long day, I enjoy calling one of the local pizza delivery restaurants and ordering a last minute, late night delivery.  Last night, I was desperately in need of release and relief from the stress of the day.  So, I waited until the last minute and ordered a pizza for delivery.  The young hot delivery boy arrived at my door with my hot pizza.  But it wasn’t the pizza that I was after after my long hard day.  I desired hot young delivery boy to satisfy my particular hunger.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I invited my friend John to a weekend getaway at my fabulous cabin retreat. There was a lovely little secret that he didn’t know about though. I had an old metal rod bed that squeaked and creaked like crazy. It was like the more we fucked on it, the more noise it would make, and the harder I would cum. So, he doesn’t know yet, but he will soon find out.

After a long four-hour drive we arrived at my cabin. I walked inside and turned on the lights. It was a beautiful log cabin in the mountains surrounded by snow this time of the year. After waiting four hours, I had to jump his bones. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

We started making out and I ripped his shirt off. I pushed him against the wall and made out with him harder. He grabbed me and squeezed me so tightly and pushed me onto the dresser. I was sitting on the dresser and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he picked me up. I always wanted to get fucked in the air. But I told him to throw me on the bed instead.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

When I say fill me up, I mean it. For me, the greatest thrill, the purest joy, comes in the shape of a man’s penis. Call them what you want – weiners, cocks – for me, they are nothing more than hard pleasure. The sight of one, firm and eager, makes my breath catch.

I love the feeling of putting a big juicy cock in my mouth. Thick and warm, sliding over my tongue, filling my cheeks, pressing against the back of my throat. It’s a delicious test of how much I can take and how deep I can go. The way it stretches my jaw, pushing, pulsing, making me gasp for air even as I crave more.

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pantyhose

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have a serious thing for pantyhose. Not just an ‘Oh, these look nice with my skirt’ kind of thing. More like ‘If I could wallpaper my apartment with nude sheers, I absolutely would’ kind of thing. It’s an obsession, a fixation, a silky, glorious addiction. It started innocently enough. I had a preference for smooth legs under dresses. But then it escalated.

Now, the mere sight of a freshly opened packet of control tops sends a little shiver down my spine. The satisfying rustle as I pull them up, the way they hug every curve, the subtle sheen catching the light…it’s pure, unadulterated joy. I have an entire chest of drawers dedicated to my collection. Fishnets, opaques, sheers, shinies, matte, reinforced toe, open toe…you name it, I’ve got it, probably in three different colors.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Oh, Bryan. From the moment he walked into the room, my internal “boob-dar” (a finely tuned instrument I’ve developed over many years of living with these glorious twin peaks) started pinging like crazy. He had that particular glint in his eye, the one that said, “Yes, I see the whole woman standing before me, but also…have you seen those things?” I like to think of myself as having a reasonably charming personality, a witty repartee, and eyes that sparkle with mischief, but Bryan? His gaze, bless his heart, seemed to have been surgically realigned to a precise latitude just below my chin.

Our conversation was punctuated by an almost comical pattern. He’d start a sentence while his eyes valiantly attempted to meet mine, only for them to drift south with an almost gravitational pull before he’d catch himself. He’d blush slightly and restart with renewed (but fleeting) determination. I’m used to it, of course; being a woman of ample tittage means you develop a certain resilience, but with Bryan, it was less about objectification and more about an endearing, almost scientific fascination. He simply couldn’t help himself. Honestly, it was kind of adorable.

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Would You Suck It?

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Say we met at a party after you’ve had one too many. Too many to notice the things people typically see about me. The things that tell them I’m not all female. You’ve somehow missed all those cues, and then we end up making out.

It’s the hottest makeout session you’ve had since high school. I mean, we are hot and heavy, and then you led me up to a bedroom expecting to get your dick wet. But as you undress me, the elephant in the room becomes revealed. Would you suck it?

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I ran a thumb along the seam of my black lace glove, savoring the slickness of the leather against my skin. The title—naughty slut, dominant bitch—they were just labels. To them, they were prayers whispered into the void. To me, they were tools.

Tonight, my tool was denial. Exquisite, slow, psychological denial. I pushed open the door, and the air shifted. Elias was already in position, knees pressed to the cold concrete, wrists secured behind him with thick, dark cuffs. He wasn’t looking at me; he wouldn’t dare until I permitted it.

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feet

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I pressed my soles into the damp earth, watching the rich, dark mud squelching between my toes, as I coated them in a thick, satisfying film. Daddy liked it when I committed, so I deliberately sought out the wettest patches and the places where fallen leaves were decaying into a rich, dark compost.

The mud was cool, but quickly warmed from my body heat. It slithered up my ankles, caking my arches, filling the spaces between my toes. I wiggled them, feeling the grittiness as the earthy smell rose to meet me. Perfect. When I finally padded back into the living room, leaving a trail of brown smudges on the polished wood, Daddy was waiting. He was in his usual armchair, a book open on his lap.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Being a naughty girl thrills me. Tonight, you’ve taken me out to a fancy dinner. I’ve dressed to tease you. Something tight, sleeveless, and it shows off more cleavage and thigh than you can stand. At first, you thought it was sexy that other men would be oogling your arm candy. It made you feel like the big man on campus to have such a sexy fucktoy at your side, but now, your cock is hurting.

We’re halfway through the appetizers, and when the waiter turns to leave, I tug the neckline down to flash you a supple tit. I can almost feel your groan from across the table. Giggling, I cover back up and act as if nothing has happened.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’m a woman of simple, yet incredibly specific, pleasures. While some chase after fancy dinners or the latest gossip, my eyes are always scanning for one thing: a beautiful, thick BBC to wrap my soft, glossy lips around. It’s a craving, a delightful obsession, and frankly, my favorite way to unwind.

Recently, I met his guy. I spotted him across the room, as he was leaning against the bar with an easy smile playing on his lips. He was tall with broad shoulders and had that unmistakable “big dick energy” that always makes me feral. My radar went wild. There was a certain confidence in his stance, a lazy power that promised a delightful experience. My heart did a little flutter-kick. I had to have him!

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