Look at you, trembling just a little bit as you listen to my voice. I know that shaky breath you just took; it’s the sound of a man who’s been living a lie all day and is finally ready to face the truth. This Bisexual Phone Sex is the only place where you don’t have to play the role of the perfect husband or the straight-laced provider.
I can feel your heart hammering against your ribs from miles away because you know exactly what I am… an Ebony goddess with a long, heavy BBC that makes all your little rules vanish. You’ve been staring at your wife across the dinner table, but your mind has been right here with me, wondering how it would feel to finally give in to the hunger you’ve been burying for years.
Stop fighting it, baby. It’s exhausting, isn’t it? Trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to be dominated by a woman like me. I know you’ve spent hours scrolling through pages, looking for a distraction, but you always end up back here, focused on my dark skin and the promise of what’s hidden beneath my lace. You’re addicted to the idea of me because I represent everything you’re afraid to admit you love.
My voice is the authority you crave, telling you exactly how it’s going to be. You think you’re in control of your life until you hear me whisper about the weight of my BBC, and suddenly, you’re just a hungry submissive ready to worship at my feet. I love the way you struggle. It makes it so much sweeter when you finally break. I’ve had plenty of men just like you… married, successful, and absolutely desperate for the touch of a trans woman who knows how to handle them.
They come to me because I offer a release they can’t find anywhere else. I want you to visualize it right now: me standing over you, my good frame commanding the room, while you look up with that look of pure, unadulterated need. I’m going to make you forget your name, your marriage, and your shame. I’m going to use this long, thick gift of mine to stretch your reality until you’re begging me to never stop.
You’re not confused, honey; you’re just finally waking up. Let me be your secret. Let me be the one who takes you to the edge and pushes you over. I want to hear you whimper as I describe exactly how I’m going to claim you, forcing you to acknowledge every inch of me. You’re going to stay on this line until you’re spent, drained, and completely obsessed with the Ebony tranny who owns your sexuality. Now, tell me you’re ready to be mine.





