Feb 152016
 

intelligent phone sexWhat happens when a mature phone sex Goddess tries to come up with a story that will fit the disparate fetishes of her many callers? I gave this a lot of thought. Some of you are submissive; others rather dominant and still others resolutely part of the vanilla world. You are humiliation addicts, guys who just like to talk, cuckolds, and a few who love to push the envelope on the taboo side. Some of you love to relinquish your control to me in erotic hypnosis. Every one of you is unique in your own fun way! About the only common factor is that you come to me for understanding and intelligent phone sex.

This is what I came up with:

Valentine’s Day Detour

You are on your way to a small party for V-day, one that you aren’t particularly enthusiastic about. You are carrying flowers because you are supposed to meet a blind date there, and everyone says she has “a great personality.” The problem is, your unique sexual needs have been unfulfilled lately, and you have a burning desire for something much, much more arousing than “a great personality.”

Halfway to the party, your car gets a flat tire. Worse still, your cell phone is dead, about as useful as those damned flowers. It’s dark out, but there is one house with lights on inside, the house where your car gave up. Thinking you might still somehow make it to your party if you can call a friend to come get you, you pick up the flowers and head up the walk to the door.

intelligent phone sexYour breath catches in your throat when I open the door. You hear soft music playing and see candlelight. I’m wearing a floor-length red dress that clings to my every curve. It is cut low enough to show off the round fullness of my breasts, but you can’t take your eyes off the slit all the way up the front showing off my long legs. High-end silk stockings, and just a hint of the deep red garter belt underneath. And elegant stiletto heels that add four inches to my height.

The scent emanating from my skin makes you dizzy. I smile at you, all warmth and seduction, and gesture you through the doorway, closing (and locking) the door behind you. “These are beautiful–thank you!” I say in a voice that instantly catches the attention of your cock, and I take the flowers from your hands. “Come with me while I find a vase for them.” You follow me, mesmerized by the graceful movement of my delicious ass. You have completely forgotten about your phone, your car, your party . . .

What happens next? This is your phone sex fantasy–you tell me . . . Call Button

Kisses,
Emma

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