Beyond Phone Sex

I have always loved sex. Phone sex is my most popular form of entertainment. I think it's because of the secretiveness. I like being able to imagine my partner as I hear him and pretend to feel him without ever really knowing who he is. I have a few phone partners. All of them have a vivid imagination and I enjoy the sensual time we spend together. It's my form of masturbation without feeling alone.

I usually find someone I like talking to online and in a few weeks we make a decision to take our fantasies to the phone or not. I have only a couple of rules. You must be willing to participate, I'm not going to reach through the phone and stroke it for you. You also must have a feather handy and have an open mind. No bullshit or I'm done. And, we won't be talking again. Without an open mind, neither of us will get off. The feather is because I have long hair and find it sensual to drape it along a man's chest as I make my way down to his groin.


There was one guy I had talked with online that really had my juices flowing before we ever spoke on the phone. Usually in a phone session, I am the dominant one, and have to encourage reciprocation so I can get off too. This guy was different. The first time I heard his voice, I knew I was in for a load of trouble. His voice was so soft and sensual and hot. I swear I could feel the heat through the phone. He always made sure I got off first, quite the gentleman. And, after a few phone sessions, we were able to climax together. It was almost comparable to the real thing. Almost. He wanted to meet, which is strictly taboo for me. I know too many people and do way too much traveling for my job. I don't want to be recognized by anyone.


He had the idea that we could meet in a hotel, but both bring a blindfold. The more I thought about the idea, the more I was completely intrigued and wanted it real bad. To feel his breath on my skin as he whispered to me was more than I could imagine. Now, I do have occasional real sex partners but they are usually someone I pick up during my travels. Usually someone I'll never see again and the sex is fine for the time being. I believe that talking to someone about sex, tells whether or not you will be compatible during sex. You have to both want the same outcome. Surprisingly, not all people want the same thing. And, too many are interested in their own satisfaction rather than joint satisfaction. This man though, I knew, would have me begging for more. It scared me.


We picked a place about an hour away from each of us, on a Saturday afternoon. That way, we had all night to pleasure one another. We swore that we would not remove our blindfolds while with one another. If I felt that he had, the session was done.


He arrived first and called me with a room number. This way our names weren't known either. Neither of us had used real names on the phone. Most of the time it was just "oh yea baby" anyway. I arrived at the room and put on my blindfold. I knocked on the door. He opened the door just a crack and asked if I had my blindfold on. I said yes and he asked me to stick out my arm. He felt for my hand and brought it to his face to let me feel his was in place as well.

He opened the door and led me in. He had the advantage to getting there first; he knew where all the furniture was. He pulled me close to him, so tight I could barely breathe. We found each other’s mouths and devoured one another right there. He was strong. He held me so close to him and he tasted so wonderful.

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