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Keeping it straight up. Smoking a blunt relaxes me. But busting a nut over the phone helps keep me sane. And puts me to sleep. And, yeah, watching porn helps. But there’s nothing like hearing the moans and groans of an anonymous woman. I can mentally fuck whomever I want, whenever I want. However I want.
Dirty and raw.
So, nah, it’s not cheating. It isn’t about seeking a love connection. It isn’t looking to replace what’s missing at home, either. Like I said, I have access to pussy, anytime I want it, but at what cost?
More drama?
More headache?
Not interested.
Phone sex, for me, is strictly about release, talking dirty, masturbating, busting this nut, then disconnecting. There’s no emotional connection. No other expectations except getting me off, or each other off, on command.
I don’t care what her race is, or whether o
r not she looks like a sea cow or Mother Goose on the other end of the phone. All that matters to me is how sexy her voice sounds, how well she moans, and how creative her imagination is.
Like now…
I press the prompt, selecting the voice that catches my attention.
Then rise from my chair. Pull my sweats down over my hips, then pull my fat dick out of my boxers. I don’t have the biggest dick. It’s only seven, seven-and-a-half. But it’s thick as fuck and it stretches a pussy up real nice. And I have some nice, big balls loaded with nut. My dick is what it is, but I imagine it to be more. Shit, sometimes while watching porn, I’ve found myself measuring my shit, comparing my size to some of them hung porn stars, wishing I had a bigger dick. Not that I’m not happy with my size. Like I said, it’s thick as fuck. And my shit gets the job done, well. Still, sometimes I wish I had been blessed with a few inches more.
But during my phone sex encounters, my shit is always nine, ten, eleven, sometimes twelve, inches.
Tonight, I’m ten inches of hard dick.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” the voice on the other end of the line says softly.
I reach for my warming lube. Squirt some in my hand. Then grip my dick at the base and slowly slide my hand up and down and around over the head, then back down my shaft.
“I want some wet pussy, baby.”
“Mmm, yes. Tell me more.”
“I wanna lay back and watch you suck and deep throat my dick ’til it gets rock hard, then climb on top and ride it slow and deep.”
“Ooh, yes. My juices are already trickling out of me. But before I slide my wet pussy down on your dick, I’m going to suck it. You like your dick sucked?”
I groan. “Fuck yeah. I love that shit.”
“I’m sliding my body down yours, kissing all over your chest, licking over your nipples…”
I slide a hand up under my T-shirt and pinch my right nipple until it pebbles. I’m big on nipple play. For some reason, mine are wired to my dick.
“Mmm,” she moans. “The head of your dick is already wet for me…”
“Aaah, shit yeah,” I groan. “You got my shit so hard, baby. I’m horny as fuck.”
“Oooh, yes. I love hard, horny dick. I love feeling it brush over my tongue, then hit the back of my throat. Mmm. My throat is so tight and wet for your hard, horny cock, baby.”
I groan, deepening my strokes, my hand gliding up and down my shaft.
“I’m kissing the head of your dick—like this—” She makes kissing sounds. “And like this—while playing with your balls.”
I listen out for the shower upstairs. It’s still running. Good. Stephanie’s usually already up in her room, in bed, or not home when I’m getting it in on the phone. But knowing she’s upstairs, and the possibility of her walking in on me, catching me with my dick in my hand excites me more than I already am.
Fucking another broad in our, well, Stephanie’s, bed—not that I would ever do it—and she walking in on us is a fantasy of mine.
