Phonesex Kisses

Imagine, if you will, us spending a relaxing weekend at home together, me wearing your favorite lingerie. I watch you in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of wine, as a lustful little smile blossoms across my face. I come slowly from behind, you feel my arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer towards me. I love feeling the connection we share with each other. My hands start their wanderings all over your warm body; slowly moving them down to your cock, teasing you.

Pressing my body closer against yours, you feel my breasts smashing against your back, my hard nipples tantalizingly announcing to you my arousal. I place small, slow, sensual kisses across your back, your shoulder, tasting you, breathing your scent in. As you turn around, you hold my face in the palm of your hands, placing a passionate kiss on my soft lips. My hands gently stroke your cock at the same time, feeling you grow harder and harder in response to me. My juices begin to flow freely now, perfuming the air in anticipation…

Give me a call and let’s explore all our romantic fantasies together.

Maggie

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Do you know what it’s like to be me?  No, I don’t believe you do.  You all want to talk to me.  You all come to me with your kinks, your fetishes, your deepest secret desires that lurk in the recesses of your minds. Using my expertise and vast experience, I envelop you in a safe place, a place to explore and breathe life into those needs, those desires. 

The fact of the matter is, is that I love playing with all of you.  You all have broadened my horizons and made me kinkier and hornier then I ever thought possible. I should write a book.  Orgasms for Dummies perhaps?  LOL … well, maybe not.  Confessions of a Phone Sex Goddess?  Yes, that’s it.  And do I have tons of material. 

I love helping all of you get your freak on and jerk for me, cumming for me and getting me off as well – especially getting me off.  And I do love to cum.  I love creaming my sexy little panties for you all.  I love pinching my nipples thinking and talking about what you are going to do to me next.  I love hearing the urgency in your voices as you are tell me how you are going to fuck me.  What you are going to wear for me, what you are going to do to me. 

I love confessing my dirty little secrets to you and I love hearing you moan when I do.

Deep, long kisses~

Maggie

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God, I love to watch guys who are not afraid to put themselves out there, letting me see how hard and horny they are.  What’s even better, I get to tell them how I want them to touch it, and I actually get to see them do what I tell them to do.  This is one thing that really gets me hot:  having control of a sexy cock as I watch it being stroked and fucked by hand.

Take for example “B” – I love to watch him roll around on the bed with his erect cock up in the air, or it dangling down between his legs, him fucking his sweet ass with either his lubed finger or the toy of the day.  I have some pretty kinky inclinations and one of my dirty secrets is taking charge of a man and fucking him like I have been fucked – I want him to feel the submission… it’s a truly beautiful thing.

So while we talk about our nasty needs, I watch him as he jerks off into a glass.  Yes, if I was there, he would not need that glass as he would drink it out of my pussy – but you have to use what’s available.  God, it’s so good to watch him fucking his hand for me after we talked about how I would fuck him silly.  He cums so hard, it streams and pools into the glass.   I can’t wait to send him a pair of my panties so I can watch him cum on them and then eat the cum off the crotch of my panties.

B – You are an amazing phone fuck!

Gina

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The Voicemail

You wake up to find the following e-mail: 

“Which panties shall I wear today?”

Attached is a picture of eight pairs of panties laid out on my bed.  Thongs, boy shorts, bikini briefs; plain colors, patterns; cotton, silk.

“Now this is my kind of multiple-choice question.” You say to yourself out loud.

You respond, telling me to wear the white floral thong, cotton, and to send you a picture of me once I’ve put them on.  Moments later, you receive a picture of me, recumbent, my legs spread slightly, my hand reaching down those very same panties.

You can taste my cunt, just looking at the picture.  You can imagine the slickness my fingers are encountering.  You can hear my heavy breathing as I’m bucking my hips up, slightly, to meet my fingers, to increase the pressure.

As you’re lost in your reverie, your phone rings:  it’s me.

You don’t answer.  You know why I’m calling.  You don’t want to talk to me.

Some minutes pass.  I e-mail again, this time, no picture – just one word:  “Listen.”

Your voicemail indicator isn’t as quick as my e-mail – there’s no message showing yet.  A moment passes.  It lights up.  You listen.

It’s a three-minute message.  Google Voice reports that it couldn’t transcribe the message, and no wonder.

It starts quiet, breathy.  There’s muffled ruffling.  Sheets?  Fabric?  Then the breathing gets faster, louder; then interruptions of complete silence – as if I’m holding my breath.  The rustling is louder, the breathing is somehow both louder and further away.

What’s happened, you wonder – did she drop the phone?  You hear nothing… nothing for a good thirty seconds, except more defused rustling.  Then the rumbling gets louder, and you hear the breathing again – louder this time; louder and faster.  There’s moaning – delicious, lovely moaning.  You’re familiar with these moans – you know precisely what’s happening.  You can picture me rolling over on my side, squeezing my thighs together tightly now, as I’m getting close.  With one finger I’m rubbing against my clit with small circular motions; with my other hand I’m fucking myself, hard, fast.  The sounds are louder, and there are more of them.  There’s rustling of sheets, moaning, you can hear my arm rubbing against the sheets faster now, my legs kicking.  And you’re pretty sure you can hear my fingers sloshing against my pussy juices.

And then, all of the sudden, I’m done – with a loud exhale, a sort of heaving moan, the rustling all stops, there’s silence.  And one last, deep sigh.

“Thanks,” I say.  And the voicemail is over.

Maggie

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This is a story I was told about mommies in panties.

This Ab we will call Vic was walking to the movie theater and saw a very sexy goth looking mommy with a little baby goth in the stroller in front of her.
He watched as the goth mommy walked along the street window shopping at the stores that resided there.
As she got further away from Vic she got a phone call and pulled her cell out of a small black purse she was carrying this is what Vic heard her say “I will be there at the usual haunt ready to deliver.”

This is when Vic started thinking what is this mystery all about?

Vic started to follow after the gorgeous mommy and she was slowly going toward an old building and disappeared inside Vic waited for a few minutes till he was sure she was inside and as Vic got closer and closer he noticed it was a very vintage looking theater.
A sign hung outside the door advertising it being open to the public.
Vic ventured inside and found himself in a vast hall with old looking pictures all around the walls of beautiful ladies in bejeweled burlesque costumes and soft feathers decorating the crowns they wore in the pictures they were dancing and smiling with ruby red lips. Then Vic noticed tables set up with crystal wine goblets filled with
trinkets and baubles of all the colors of the rainbow. Everything in the is big room had a delicately written price’s and the name of the odd theater was also written on them it said Borgia’s Orpheum Hall Theater.
Vic looked all the way down the massive room and noticed that it had red velvet carpeting and at the end of this was huge gold doors with gargoyles etched on the front.

Vic was pretty anxious to see what was on the other side of these ornate door’s but he also was quite scared to get caught doing so.
He walked closer to the doors and found big keyhole’s in each door looked around making sure he was alone and decided to take a look.

This is what he saw, there were many mommie’s in the theater some milling about some gathered on the stage and all wearing nothing but the most beautiful panties Vic had ever seen.

There was two mommies holding hands that had the same royal blue bra and panty set on and they were watching the mommie’s gathered on stage.

The mommie’s gathered on stage were engaged in the most lurid dancing and as they danced they started to rip a piece of fabric from each others pretty purple panty sets until they stark naked.

Even after they were nude they kept dancing and then they started to kiss each other.

By this time Vic started to get very turned on and the diaper he was wearing under his jeans started to crinkle and tighten.

Vic looked away from the keyhole and wiped the sweat from his forehead and was just about to run away outside away from his dirty

thought and the theater scene of sex charged mommies,when a hand came through the big doors and dragged him inside.

The hot mommy that had his hand was the goth one he followed in and she sat him down on a chair close to the stage and started to take his jeans off revealing his diaper.  Hands started to caress and stroke his man package and Vic started to wonder if this was all a freaky fantasy….

Give me a call and find out just how freaky I can be.

Mommy Crissy

I am thinking of how you make me feel when I hear your voice on the end of the phone. I lay in bed imagining your hands exploring my body, my teasing your cock with my sweet wet pussy. I long to hear your voice. I begin to rub my clitty as my thoughts of you drive me wild. I need to hear your instructions on just how I should play with myself, as I  watch you on cam stroking that long hard cock that I crave so badly, knowing that it belongs inside me…. deep inside me.

Call me soon love, I need you to cum with me!

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