Category: erotic phonesex

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The storm had driven me into the sea caves, but it was the silence inside that truly trapped me. The water here didn’t crash; it lapped against the smooth rocks like a warm breath against skin. I waded deeper, the bioluminescent algae painting the water in an electric indigo that barely illuminated the area around me. Then, the water shifted; a slow, hydraulic swell rose against my thighs, wet and deliberate.

Out of the glowing depths, the first one emerged. It wasn’t rough, but impossibly sleek and cool. A dark, muscular ribbon of flesh breaking the surface without a sound. It brushed against my calf, an almost teasing, feather-light caress that sent an immediate shiver straight up my spine. I froze, my breath catching in my throat, terrified but transfixed.

Another rose, followed by three more; all of them slick and glistening with a pearlescent sheen. They circled me in the water, a slow-motion ballet of fluid muscle. One rose higher, draping itself over my knee. The underside was lined with soft, pale suckers that dimpled against my bare skin. The suckers didn’t hurt. Instead, they created a strange, rhythmic vacuum. A series of tiny, pulsing pressures that felt almost…

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x270

This body was built for breeding, and I’m begging you to gift me with your seed. I want you to plant a baby in my womb and spoil me while we watch it take root and grow. Fucking a baby into me is only part of the fun.

You have no idea how horny I get when I’m carrying a baby. I’ll need your cock at all hours of the day and night. Some soon-to-be mommies crave weird combinations of foods, but as for me. I just hunger for more of your cum.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, I’m looking for a very specific arrangement” divulged the deep voice on the other end of the line.

“Mmmm… tell me more” I perked up with excitement. I’m always ready for something new, something different, something exciting and hot.

He went on to tell me that he’s been married for many years. And he loves his wife very much. But she’s no longer sexually active. She loves him very much. She knows he has needs. And she wants him to have his needs fulfilled. He told me that she doesn’t consider phone sex cheating. She just wants him to find an online girlfriend that can take care of his sexual needs.

I told him that I would be honored. Then we spent the rest of the hour just talking and getting to know each other. We talked about our pasts, our relationships, our likes, dislikes, hobbies, and so much more. The time flew by. We learned so much about each other. And we actually had so much in common, despite our age difference. I really enjoyed his company. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him that night. I couldn’t wait to talk to him again.

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In a Magic Bottle Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One, Part Two 

My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.

A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Dale was a man of quiet competence, held together by starched collars and a stoic demeanor that begged to be dismantled. I didn’t just want his attention, I wanted his surrender. We’d been flirting (well, he had been anyway) for months and he finally broke the stalemate one evening as everyone else was getting ready to leave for the day.

“Still working, Stella?” he asked. His voice sounded a little more vulnerable than usual. “No, actually,” I replied, standing slowly. “I was waiting for you.” He gave me a puzzled look, but I didn’t fill in the gap. Instead, I let the silence stretch until the air between us felt heavy and electric. “I think you’ve been looking for things you aren’t allowed to find, Dale.”

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Just My Finger

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Mmm, I know you’re nervous. You’ve never been with someone like me. All those confusing thoughts swirl in your head, making it difficult for you just to enjoy the pleasure I can bring you. Are you a faggot if you let me fuck you? Are you gay if you cum in my mouth or only if you swallow my cum?

Stop thinking and watch me suck your cock. From my knees, I look like any other girl you’ve been with. Soft lips, a wet tongue, hungry eyes staring up at you. The only difference is when I slip just a finger into your ass, it’s to open you up for my shecock.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

There is something fun about having the whole house to yourself. No distractions, no noise, and no pressure to be anywhere else. I enjoy those quiet moments because they give me time to relax and enjoy my playful side.

After work, I usually change into something comfortable, make myself a drink, and turn on music that matches my mood. Some nights I dance around the kitchen while making food, and other nights I stay curled up in bed talking on the phone for hours.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“It’s going to pour,” he said. His voice was gravelly, like a low rumble that settled deep in my chest. “I don’t mind the rain,” I replied, with a wink. The sky opened up a second later and turned the street into a blur of grey and flashing light. I didn’t run. Neither did he. Instead, he reached out, wrapping his hand firmly around mine, and pulling me into the shadows of the alley.

His movements were frantic, as he pressed me against the cold, damp brick. His hands roamed over my tits, while I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer into a kiss. I reached down and he let out a sharp, ragged breath against my throat as I unzipped his pants and found his cock.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The rain lashed against the windows of the hotel room, fracturing the city lights into a smattering constellation of refracted lights. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cedarwood and the tension that had been building between us for months.

I leaned lightly against the built-in desk, my pulse hammering in my throat. My son’s teacher didn’t move; he simply watched me, his gaze heavy and dark. His eyes tracing the way my breath hitched.

“You’re trembling,” he noted, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated right through me.

“It’s cold,” I lied, shifting away from the desk.

He rose then, moving with a predatory grace that made the room feel suddenly too small. When he stopped, he was inches away. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body. He reached out, his thumb grazing the hollow of my throat, before sliding upward to tilt my head back.

“I don’t think it’s the cold,” Making eye contact, he murmured before leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.

I gasped as his other hand found the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. The contact was electrifying

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My inbox looks like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July…if every firework were a marriage proposal from a loser who still thinks “pizza delivery” is a legitimate job. First there was Kevin, the “nice guy” from my yoga class. He offered me a ring and a guarantee that I’d never have to argue about the thermostat again (I’m almost always too cold!). I politely declined, telling him I “didn’t want to be tied down,” but the real reason is because his cock is too small.

Then came Derek. He showed up with a fresh‑baked batch of cookies and a Spotify playlist titled “Songs to Sweep Her Off Her Feet (and the Floor).” I laughed, because the only thing he’s ever swept me off my feet is when his Roomba bumps into me and I fall flat on my perfect little ass! He wasn’t impressed, to say the least.

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