They usually say that the best phone sex is the tantric type, where you spend the whole conversation fucking. But I have a caller, James, where we end up simply chatting the whole time, sometimes for hours, with not even a hint of flirting involved in our conversation. Okay, well, maybe a HINT. 🙂 But it was weeks of chatting, every few days, before we ever had sex.
We’d simply been chatting as usual, when suddenly it was as if a fever came over him. He interrupted me in the middle of a sentence by simply saying, “Whitney, I want you. I need you. Now. Please.” And he grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me hard, grabbing my left tit as he did. His sudden passion overcame me as well, and I grabbed him back, left hand reaching behind him to pull him to me, right hand reaching down to find his hard cock, straining in his pants, aching to burst loose.
We couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. We tore them off, and he impaled himself into me, driving that thick shaft of his, so full of need and longing, into my throbbing, juicy pussy. We both came in almost an instant, crying out for each other and screaming each other’s names.
A total surprise. But it ranks up there among the absolute best instances of phone sex I’ve ever had.
Whitney
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