I am sure you have had it happen to you, where your somewhere and start talking to someone and the connection is just there. The conversation flows so easily. The sparks just fly. It really doesn’t matter what you talk about, its just the fact you get to hear their voice. Well, that is how it is when I talk with you. Our phone conversations start out with no set direction, all he knows is he loves to just hear my sexy voice. Not sure when it happens either in our conversation where we both become aroused but there is that moment or perhaps its the way our breathing changes that signals to the other that the conversation is about to become more intimate. The sexy fantasy that ensues to lead to a mutual masturbation phone sex experience. I do know that when I hear his voice, I just lay back, close my eyes and let my fingers go where they need to go. I love our long talks. Thanks for making me feel the way you do!Archive for the 'Masturbation Phone Sex' Category
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I am sure you have had it happen to you, where your somewhere and start talking to someone and the connection is just there. The conversation flows so easily. The sparks just fly. It really doesn’t matter what you talk about, its just the fact you get to hear their voice. Well, that is how it is when I talk with you. Our phone conversations start out with no set direction, all he knows is he loves to just hear my sexy voice. Not sure when it happens either in our conversation where we both become aroused but there is that moment or perhaps its the way our breathing changes that signals to the other that the conversation is about to become more intimate. The sexy fantasy that ensues to lead to a mutual masturbation phone sex experience. I do know that when I hear his voice, I just lay back, close my eyes and let my fingers go where they need to go. I love our long talks. Thanks for making me feel the way you do!
Oh, god…I can’t believe I woke up feeling this way! I can’t believe I’ve suffered this incessant need ALL day! I tried everything this morning to ease this need in my panties. Rubbing, stroking, scratching–I took a shower and rubbed the soapy, slippery scrubby between my thighs for what felt like half an hour, trying to relieve this burning need. Trying to scratch this desperate itch deep inside!
How many different settings did I try on the shower massager? Geez…I don’t know; spray, slow pulse, then fast and hard, and back again, all trying to get some sort of deep, intense relief. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
All I did was take the edge off for a little while, leveled the top, but within ten minutes of drying off, it was there again, mocking me, taunting me, climbing right back up to an unsurmountable peak.
Because of it, I debated, dress slacks for today, or nylons and a skirt? I chose the skirt, in the hopes that the lighter material covering my crotch would air out the dampness, maybe even dry up the need…but I wasn’t that lucky. I squirmed in my car, shifting gears, changing lanes. I squirmed in my office chair, reading emails, typing reports.
I bit my lip through a meeting, then hurried off–no, I *escaped* to the ladies’ room, as soon as it was through, and I did things with my fingers in there that shouldn’t be done in an office bathroom stall. I touched myself over and over, each time I visited the loo, prodding and poking and seeking a finger-based relief, but it still wasn’t enough. It was hard to stifle my moans and present a polished, professional façade, and I was hungry for something that my lunch of chicken salad and a soda simply could not satisfy.
I know my co-workers looked at me askance a few times through the; they knew there was something going on with me, something I was trying to hide. But not one of them had a clue as to the throbbing itch I desperately needed to satisfy.
About an hour before the end of work, I knew I was defeated. There was no way I could focus, not with IT, between my legs, ruling supreme over body and mind. It was all I could do to pretend to work; the client I spoke with on the phone no doubt thought I was insane, breathing a little too heavily, pausing between replies as I gnawed on my lip, holding back the urge to shove my hand up under my skirt and go at it for all I was worth. With only ten minutes to go, I nearly did just that, then Thompson came in and wanted to go over the Hong-Wu file for some last minute changes, and I had to pretend my hand wasn’t already up at the top of my thighs, trying to dig a convenient hole through my pantyhose.
Do you think you have what it takes to scratch my itch?
Call me! I quiver with anticipation….
Hello, little strokers… need some directed masturbation? We both know there’s nothing more exciting than a hot slut telling you just how to stroke your cock, how slow, how fast… when to hold back and when to explode in orgasmic pleasure. And sometimes? After edging forever, bringing your prick to the brink of orgasm, over and over again… I tell you no, you can’t cum. I love cockteasing, teasing and denial phone sex that leaves your balls big and blue! Want a super hot guided masturbation session? Give me a call… and if you’re feeling really exhibitionist, turn on your webcam and let me watch you stroke it!
So far,..so good! I am doing great on my New Year’s resolutions!!! I thought that the one orgasm a day was going to be difficult…but HARDLY! I can’t believe the men who love to listen to me squirt all over my bed while I am moaning and screaming. One guy and I actually talked so dirty to each other,…that WE CAME TOGETHER! I am loving this resolution! If you want to hear me cum all over the place,….. call me. I would love to see if we have what it takes to cum together… that is if you think you can!
~Rachel
Tonight I’m just going to write about a few of my turn on’s: I really love a nice thick cock swelling in my mouth. Also, the feel of a man pressing himself between my thighs drives me wild, and makes me moan so loud. The thought of being watched, and having someone listen to me masturbate is so hot. The taste of hot cum squirting out of a cock while I hold it just about pushes me over the edge! Mmmmmm! Okay, yes I’ll admit it – I’m a cock sucking whore. It’s not my fault that you guys never give me enough cock!Turn offs: Once I’m turned on it’s really hard to turn me off. Eating in bed would be a turn off to me, because I want to be the only thing you’re eating. And seriously, you will never have to worry about turning me off as long as you give me what I want when I want it!
Maybe, it’s just me because I’m so sex starved. Who knows. I’m a girl with a one track mind. I want. I want. I want. Cock is like crack for me. I need it inside of me in order to make me feel good 24/7 I sit in front of my computer and I start thinking about sex and I can’t help but to finger myself on my computer chair. I see a good looking guy on tv and all I want to do is quickly pull my panties off and start to rub my clit. Why am I so horny!??! Help!!!
I just got a new vibrator called “celebrator!” from Athena’s. You want to make your gf SCREAM! It is designed just for clitoral stimulation…. and boy does it stimulate! When I first got it, I used it by myself on the low speed,… it only took a lil while and I came like no tomorrow. The second time I used it, I tried it on high speed and squirted all over the place instantly! So last night, I had a gentleman friend over and grabbed “the celebrator”…. oh boy did we celebrate! I squirted all over him THREE times! He loved it and told me he has never had anyone cum so much all over him like that. If you want to here me cum while using it… please call me. I would love to let you hear me squirt all over and scream! Masturbate and cum with me!




























































































































































































