Category: roleplay phonesex

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I opened the door to my apartment, I couldn’t help but notice the stunning young man holding a pizza box in his hands. He had to be in college. His youthful looks and chiseled features left me breathless. “Hi there! Just your special delivery,” he said with a charming smile.

In that moment, I knew I had to have him. I invited him in, pretending the pizza was a mere afterthought. Once inside, we exchanged the pizza for a heated gaze, the tension between us palpable. His eyes roamed my curves, sparking a fire within me.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached for his belt buckle, unsnapping it with deliberate slowness. His jeans dropped to the floor, revealing a stunning erection that made my core throb with desire. I knelt before him, taking the impressive length into my mouth.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He stood in the shadows, his eyes, like deep pools, watching me. Vladimir. Not the monster from old tales, but something more compelling. He was power, yes, but he also a deep, aching loneliness that immediately drew me in. His gaze did not leave mine. There was no fear in me, only a strange, dark hunger. I reached him, standing so close I could feel the cold radiating from his skin, a faint pulse beneath it.

“You look at me,” I said, “like you wonder what I will do.” He gave a small nod. “I wonder, Stella.” His voice was a rich hum, like a cello string. I lifted my hand, not to touch his face, but his chest, finding the hard muscle beneath his velvet coat. He did not flinch. “Tonight,” I whispered, my fingers pressing lightly, “you will let me wonder.” His eyes widened. I could feel the surprise, but also a hidden interest, a spark.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

He loves to buy me socks and panties. They are his ultimate turn on. Lots of guys are into lacy teddies, leather thongs, and crotchless panties. But not him. He’s all about full cut briefs and cable knee socks. And not just any brand. He’s a connoisseur. The panties are a very specific style and material. They are so thin and silky that it almost feels as if you’re wearing nothing at all. Like a soft embrace, they lightly hug every curve. Oh and the colors! They have so many beautiful, brilliant colors, from light pastels to deep jewel tones. Then there are the prints! From polka dots to florals, there are so many cute ones. And the cable knee socks! Where do I start? The refined, classic cable pattern is timeless and modern. The seamless toe provides a smooth experience like no other. In so many colors, it’s impossible to pick just one. It’s like an addiction. You can’t stop until you have a pair in every color. The perfect and precise blend of materials make for the most buttery soft socks you’ve ever felt in your life.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

She wasn’t just an inmate—she was a wildfire behind bars. The kind of woman who made
The guards look twice, the kind of woman whose smirk promised trouble and delivered
heat.
From the moment she walked into the common room, she owned it. Leather boots, hair
tousled perfectly, eyes daring anyone to challenge her. But the way she glanced at me
through the security bars? That was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
The nights were the worst. Locked in our separate cells, every creak of the corridor, every
muffled laugh, became a signal. And when the guard passed just out of earshot, she would
whisper my name, a tease that left me shivering.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

They call me ‘The Collector.’ My coven might raise a brow at my methods, but they don’t understand the relentless ache, the void only true satisfaction can fill. I am predacious by nature, preying only on those submissive men who believe their shriveled cocks are enough. They read the runes, they sign the parchments, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and fervent hope. They know the terms: if they do not measure up, they become an offering. An ornament. A keepsake.

I had another one show up tonight. A nervous young man, all trembling anticipation, stood before my altar. The scent of black candles and patchouli filled the chamber. He stripped, his body a canvas for my scrutiny. I circled him, my gaze a physical weight, assessing. My eyes, usually a calming forest green, glowed with a faint, reddish heat.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Sometimes it’s fun to role play going back in time.  Let’s go back to a time of more innocence.  A time when I was just a innocent nerdy virgin.

Oh, how embarrassing to be 22 ready to graduate college and still a virgin!  That’s what I get for paying more attention to Calculus and Camus than boys.  It’s such an embarrassing secret.  Then it was just so awkward!  So, I continued to keep it a secret ashamed to let anyone know my secret.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m so fucking hyped to be back in the dorms. The perks of going to a small ass college are real. I get my own room again this year! But the real tea is, I’m stoked to relive those wild college fuckfests.

As I’m unpacking, the door swings open and my new suitemate Hannah strolls in.

“Hey, I’m Aynsley. Nice to meet you, Hannah!” I chirp, shoving my bag into the closet in our share living room, study area and kitchinette. I flash her a grin, letting her see the pearly whites of my teeth. Or maybe just the whites of my underwear, depending how close she gets.

Hannah smiles back, her eyes doing a slow scan of my room. I shrug out of my tank top, exposing a lacy red bra that barely contains my B-cups. “Make yourself at home, girl,” I say, pulling my hair into a messy bun and kicking off my sneakers.

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Rock Hard

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

My toes can’t wait to get you rock hard tonight! How badly do you want to play with my sexy feet? You can be honest. Because we both know it’s a lot more than you care to admit.

There are lots of girls out there who love to tease men with their toes. And I guarantee you weren’t banking on finding someone with feet as sexy as mine, were you? You know that you don’t deserve to even touch them, let alone to let them get you rock hard. But, if you’re a really good boy, I just might let you.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s amazing what kind of ridiculous things you’ll do for a taste of my luscious behind and those perfectly perky breasts. You know exactly how I like you don’t you? Broke and desperate, with your wallet wide open and your mind completely stolen by the thought of ravishing my body.

I’ve been watching you goon, Paypiggy, and I must say, the way you squirm and sway, completely under my spell, is absolutely delicious. You surrender to me so willingly, your dignity abandoned in pursuit of satisfying my every whim. It’s almost adorable, really.

I’ve taken great pleasure in lavishing you with my attention, teasingly grazing your fingertips against the soft swells of my breasts. And then I immediately lead you on a merry chase of financial submissions. You tremble and blush, unable to resist as I deftly manipulate your money like a maestro conducting an orchestra of cash.

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Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I love weiners. It’s not a secret, not really. It’s more of an operating principle. A hunger. Tonight, the hunger felt particularly strong, mixed with something colder. It wasn’t about pleasure, not exactly, not tonight. Tonight it was about filling a void, a hollow place that echoed with every breath. Three of them were already there, sprawled on the floor, passing a bottle of something cheap and smelling of regret. Two more were on their way, or so I’d been told. Good. The more, the better. More bodies, more heat, more noise to block out the silence inside my own head.

I watched them roll their eyes over me, appraising. A part of me, a small, shriveled part, recoiled. But the larger part, the hungry one, just felt a numb sort of anticipation. It wasn’t about being wanted, it was about being consumed. About letting go of the reins and letting the current take me. The first one, a burly guy named Mick or Mark, I forget, pulled me down. His breath was sour with whatever he had been drinking. There was no tenderness, no soft words.

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