Have you ever wondered what I am doing while we are chatting on the phone? Well, I’m about to tell you. I hope you can handle the truth…
I am usually lying in bed. I have a king size bed with a big white down blanket. It’s the most comfortable spot in my house. What I’m wearing may differ slightly, but I’m usually in a pretty set of panties (I prefer tiny little thongs) and bra – or no bra at all. I don’t like to wear heavy clothes while I’m talking with you. I want easy access to all of my softest parts, I want my fingers to be able roam freely over all of my skin, clothing just gets in the way.
Now this is a very important part, pay attention… when I ask you what you like to do to women, or what you would like to do to me if I were with you, or even what you would like me to do to you, I really am truly interested in what you have to say. Your stories, your ideas, your thoughts, they get me turned on too – but I deny myself the pleasure of really touching myself until you actually call me. Do you want to know why? Because you earned my orgasm, a real, true, deep, throbbing orgasm. You’ve talked to me. You’ve told me what you like, what you don’t like. You told me what you’d love for me to do to you. So when you call me, you deserve to hear me rubbing my wet pussy right along with you. You deserve to hear my moans as I reach that climax with you. You deserve to hear my voice catch as I go over the edge with you. That orgasm is yours. You made that happen to me. You made me the happiest girl on the planet, right in that one moment.
So when you tell me what you want to do to me, when you paint that picture for me, please know that orgasm belongs to you. I need that release just as much as you do.
So there you go. Now you know the truth. Can you handle it?
Written By: Aimee
Call Aimee @ 1-866-428-2664
Email: playfulaimee@aol.com
You caught me, your naughty babysitter, being bad on your living room sofa. 
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