Category: Romantic Phone Sex

Romantic Phone Sex Sessions with James Takes My Breath Away

romantic phone sexRomantic phone sex sessions are the best. I love exploring different times and different scenarios, especially with James. He knows just how to woo a woman. It makes me swoon every time. Makes me think how much life would be different if I grew up in the 80s instead of the 90s.

It’s a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer; Leavin’ me here on my own; It’s a cruel, (it’s a cruel) cruel summer; Now you’re gone (Bananarama)

I went back to June 1987, in Lansing, Michigan. As a transfer student to Michigan State, on my first night in my new city, I went into this local college bar called Dooley’s. I heard the DJ playing Cruel Summer as I walked in. And I noticed a sad but very handsome man sitting at the bar by himself. I wore a pink dress with some black pumps. 80s video vixen hair teased out. I decided to sit next to him, even though he seemed lost in his thoughts.

I ordered myself a Bartels and James wine cooler and introduced myself to this handsome stranger. But of course, I asked him why he looked so blue. He seemed hesitant to talk, but I was determined to cheer him up. I thought maybe he was a student too, and I could make a new friend. But he graduated two years before. James felt so blue because while he attended Michigan State in the Air Force ROTC program, he met a sweet girl and fell in love.

Hello? Is it me you’re looking for? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your smile (Lionel Ritchie)

However, when he told her, he wanted to make love to her, she broke up with him. Broke his heart. So, I put my hand on his listening intently to him. Personally, I think she might have been afraid of her own feelings and a long-distance relationship. All I could think to myself was her loss might be my gain. I felt some sort of instant connection with his handsome, but sad stranger. As I listened to him, telling me about his relationship, the DJ played Lionel Richie’s song Hello. And he asked me to dance.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other one held my hand as we danced. And I felt all tingly inside. A woman knows when she vibes with someone and I thought to myself this might be fate. He looked at me with his beautiful, sad eyes and asked me why somebody so beautiful would choose him. But I think fate might’ve chosen us.

James started to sing the song, and it felt like he sang it directly to me. He told me he felt better. So, I told him he made me feel better too as a stranger in a new city with zero friends. I had a brilliant idea. He booked a hotel stay for an entire week because he planned on spending time with his girlfriend.

I mean, this felt like a first date. Albeit a very special first date. And I wanted him to stay with me for the week. But I didn’t ask that right away. I eased into it and asked him if he just wanted to come back to my apartment full of boxes for a nightcap.

It’s no surprise (love begs, love pleads); It’s what I need; If you’ve got love in your sights; Watch out, love bites (Def Leppard)

Only the bed was assembled in my new pad. Dooley’s was less than a block from my campus apartment, so he walked me home. But first we walked through campus, and he showed me the lay of the land. Beautiful night. The moon shined brightly, illuminating the campus. James became my private tour guide.

And even took me through the gardens. The smell was intoxicating. I could not have asked for a better night or a more handsome tour guide. We even walked by this huge 12 feet tall statue called Spartie, a symbol of the campus.

Neither of us wanted this evening to end. We talked as we walked through campus, discovering each other as we held hands. I felt comfortable and at ease with him. And according to him, I brightened up his world. We discovered a shared love for all sorts of music. So, when we got back to my place, I put some tunes on my boombox and offered him a beer. This day turned around for both of us. Again, this felt like fate.

He took off his dapper blazer, sat on my couch and drank a beer. Such a gentleman. He was not in my house for more than 10 minutes before he wanted to help me unpack. But I told him that could wait till tomorrow. I moved closer to him and suggested he just stay the week with me.

Chances aren’t enough; One’s too good to miss; Chances aren’t too strong; A chance is all there is (Air Supply)

I thought I could save him some money and really get to know him. And I have never been an impulsive girl. However, when something feels like fate you move quickly. My boom box played Air Supply, and we sat on the couch getting to know each other even better. I laid my head on his chest, and I felt his chin rest on my head. We fit like a glove.

The song Chances started to play on the radio, and he asked me to dance. We both slipped off our shoes and found a spot between the boxes to dance. Both of our hearts fluttered. And we kissed. Our first official kiss. The kind of kiss a woman gets lost in.

He wrapped his arms around me and with so much passion our tongues intertwined. The next song that played solidified my notion that this felt like fate at work. Two Less Lonely People in the World played on my boom box and I mustered up the nerve to ask him to make love to me. I do believe Cupid hit us both hard.

I led him into my bedroom. We only needed the bed, so the boxes did not get in our way. He unzipped my dress and I tingled at his touch as my dress fell to the floor. As I stepped out of it, he undid my bra. I turned around to kiss him, and I felt his hands roaming on my perky breasts.

In my life where everything was wrong; Something finally went right; Now there’s two less lonely people in the world tonight (Air Supply)

As we kissed again, my nipples became erect and I could feel his love rocket pressing into me. So, I unzipped his pants and unleashed his love muscle. As I started to stroke his cock, I also began to move slowly backwards towards my bed. I led him by his magnificent cock, and we fell back into my bed.

I wrapped my legs around him while I continued to stroke his cock, and we kissed passionately. He pulled my panties off, and I tugged his boxers down. Eventually, we were naked on my bed and in the 69 position. I greedily took his love gun deep down my throat as he began licking my love canyon up and down.

 His tongue felt amazing on my private garden. I could feel him spreading my lips and plunging his tongue up and down, back-and-forth, and in and out. No doubt he tasted every inch of me. I started gushing all over his face as I felt his member throb down my throat.

My thighs trembled, and my body stiffened because I knew I was about to cum on his face. But James wanted me to cum. Such an intimate moment with somebody I’d only known for a few hours. But it honestly it felt like I’d known him for decades. He seemed hungry for my pussy juice. And he didn’t let up even after I orgasmed.

Tonight I fell in love with you; And all the things I never knew; Seemed to come to me somehow (Air Supply)

He kept eating my pussy tasting all those juices. He told me my sweet honey served as his reward. By that time, I started convulsing. I tried to take his cock deeper down my throat. And I could feel myself falling in love with a man I just met. I felt desperate to make love to him. I told him how much I wanted him deep inside of me. And that I wanted his biggest cum shot.

I climaxed all over his face again. After my third orgasm, he finally agreed to give my love garden his love muscle. We made love like a newlywed couple who knew each other for years. I could taste my love nectar on his face as we kissed. His cock felt ready for this very special mission. I grabbed that beautiful rock-hard cock and guided it deep inside of my pussy. As I moaned his name in pleasure, he entered my love canal. And it slid in easily because he soaked me with his tongue.

My womanhood grabbed his love stick, and we began pumping and grinding back-and-forth. Honestly, I do not think any man ever made me that wet. My legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him into me deeper. He gazed into my eyes as he pumped that throbbing, loving gun deep into me.

His love rocket made me cum again. I started to quiver and shake. Beads of sweat dripping off us both. When we kissed, we could taste each other’s salt. I was falling in love with a man I just met as I came third time on his cock. His rocket kept pounding away, hitting deep inside of me. His balls slapped my lips with each stroke. My love garden gripped his rocket harder and I came again.

Two less lonely people in the world; And it’s gonna be fine; Out of all the people in the world; I just can’t believe you’re mine (Air Supply)

I begged him to cum inside of me. And he did. His rocket shot a massive load inside of my pussy coating my walls of love. We both laid there drained physically. I sank into his arms, feeling sweaty and super wet. But I still basked in the glow of it all. James collapsed into my body, and I wrapped him in my arms. What a wonderful chance encounter. In that moment, he agreed to stay at my place for the remainder of his stay in Michigan. So, we could have many more nights together.

Two less lonely people in the world that night. That magical night. The best medicine for getting over somebody is to get under somebody new. I had to pinch myself to realize this happened. This was not just some wild fantasy phone sex dream. This was reality. Two strangers, one suffering from a broken heart, the other suffering from social anxiety, met at the perfect time to help each other out. And it felt like the start of something beautiful and magical; something that seemed predestined to last forever.

Hot Ass Sex is a Consolation Prize for Men with Average Cocks

hot ass sexI enjoy hot ass sex. My ass does not seem to be the size queen that my pussy is. In fact, sometimes if I like a guy but I find his cock too small for my pussy, I offer up my ass as a distraction. Most men never get anal from their wives or their partners. So, when I see their cock and I know it’s not going to do anything spectacular for my pussy, I get on all fours and I twerk my ass. Sort of like a constellation prize but protects their ego.

As women, we sometimes play games like this. Some men, we don’t worry about crushing their egos. As a phone sex slut and a stripper, I do try to handle fragile egos the best I can. Sometimes that involves blowing smoke up a man’s ass and other times it’s finding an alternative that satisfies us both. And I do that in my personal life too.

Recently, I met Joe at the club. An incredibly sweet and nice man. Spoils me. Never comes at me with ego. He possesses the kind of energy most women want. He appears calm, gentle and genuinely nice. Because of his vibe, I let him take me out on a date. And he acted like such a gentleman.

Cock Size Matters, But It is Not Everything

In a world where so many men idolize assholes like the Tate brothers, it feels good to be around genuinely nice men who do not think I exist solely for their sexual pleasure. I wanted to fuck him. But when we got naked at my place, I discovered his cock measured barely 5 inches. My pussy wants at least double of that.

I had absolutely no reason to be mean to Joe. Some women would find any excuse to get out of there, so they didn’t have to fuck a 5-inch dick. Some men deserve small dick humiliation because their egos are the size of Montana when they sport dicks smaller than my Chihuahua’s package.

Joe’s dick seem to be the only disappointing thing about him. But he knew I deserved a bigger dick. So, I looked him straight in the eyes and told him he had enough for me. Just a little white lie. And I offered him my ass.

Nice Men without False Bravado Deserve TLC Too

I could feel him in my ass. And he rubbed my pussy as I bounced on his cock, making me cum. The way he looked at me afterwards made me feel amazing. I think despite all of Joe’s kindness, most women dine and dash with him. But I do believe that women should reward men who treat them well.

It honestly is hard to find nice guys anymore. They seem like a dying breed. And I know men will say the same thing about women. And I hear that too. Plenty of gold diggers and lazy ass women who want a man to support them exist in this world also.

But I find nothing wrong with giving a man who treats me well some much-needed TLC.  I’m a GFE phone sex babe. I love taking care of worthy men. Although I hope Joe and I will go out again, I won’t be crushed if we don’t either. But I do think men who treat us well should be rewarded. Call it positive reinforcement. At my age I refuse entertain assholes with tiny dicks. But nice men with s small or average equipment, I find no harm in lowering my standards for a night because some things matter more than cock size.

Accomplice Phone Sex Milf Rita Has The Best Fun

I am Rita, a super taboo and naughty mommy who thrives on wild encounters. And Accomplice phone sex opens up a taboo realm of pleasure. As I am the accomplice to you getting that young pussy.
First, I swipe through Tinder profiles until I find a guy who seems open to something naughty. And an initial meeting where my littles end up having to accompany me.
So, my babysitter canceled, and I really did not want to stand you up. Therefore, I am now able to really gauge your interest in some hot, tight little bodies.
Next, I arrange a quick meetup at my place, already wet with anticipation. Of course, we set up a date for Dinner. And you pick me up. But I have other thoughts.
Therefore, I came across a problem with my babysitter again. She hasn’t shown up. And I decided we can just skip dinner. Obviously, you are completely fine with that.
Next, I greet him at the door in a tiny robe that barely covers my curves. After that, I drop to my knees right away and pull out your cock to start sucking it deep.

Accomplice Phone Sex Allows Us to Explore the Forbidden

Consequently, I call my brats into the room while my mouth stays busy on your cock. Then, I keep bobbing my head as they watch and begin touching their tight pink bald pussies.
After that, I climb onto your lap and sink my pussy down onto your cock. And I am riding you now while the brats move closer.
Now, I ride your cock hard. And I guide their hands to join in. Thus, turning the hookup into a filthy family scene. And it’s one that leaves everyone satisfied and craving more. 
Finally, the perfect hook-up is what my new Lover gets and that jailbait love is exactly how those balls get drained.
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Fantasy Phone Sex Lets The Magic Happen

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex lets us go back in time. And I wanted to go back to the 70s before I existed. Picture mirror ceilings, disco balls, shag carpeting and orange and brown furniture surrounding a stripper stage. I’m dancing on stage to disco music in pink satin shorts and a tube top. And I notice a handsome man sitting in the front row. I remembered him from a chance encounter a couple of nights before at the grocery store. We didn’t speak to each other, but we made eye contact. And I know we both felt the connection.

After I finished my dance, I came down to the floor and sat next to him. I bought him a drink. Asked him his name and told him I remembered his beautiful eyes at the grocery store the night before. James called me beautiful and my heart melted. He seemed surprised that I’m just a normal girl looking for romance in a strip club.

After some conversation and a couple drinks, we went into the VIP room. This connection felt real. And I thought strip clubs were full of players. I asked him out after my shift. But I wanted to give him a private dance in the VIP room first. We decided after the VIP room we would go to this disco not far from the club. How did I get so lucky to meet a romantic man in my strip club. Handsome, kind and romantic? That’s my trifecta.

Sometimes, I Love to Time Travel with a Special Person

I love romantic phone sex men. So, I put on a Bee Gees song, “How Deep is Your Love.” And I gave him my best dance moves. His eyes locked on my body. I leaned in for a smooch, knowing it would make the other guys in the strip club so jealous. Although no touching is allowed in the club, in the VIP room anything goes. I finished the VIP set with some KC and The Sunshine Band. Another quick smooch and I told him to meet me out front. I changed into a baby blue dancing dress. Curled my hair and touched up my lipstick. I wanted to be James’s dancing queen.

He looked so handsome in his white suit. He extended his hand and we walked slowly down the street enjoying the crisp evening air. We felt like old friends, but we had just met. I chose this disco because you can rent private rooms. So, I rented the purple room for us. The private dance stage seemed reminiscent of Saturday Night Fever. You can play your own music. And the room comes with a very large purple velvet couch if you want to get down.

Women Sometimes Know when They Meet Their Happily Ever After

We enjoyed some drinks and I sat down next to him. He called me, princess, and we talked some more. He studied drafting at Michigan State. And he now works on designing homes. He seemed well out of my league. However, it did not seem to matter that I’m a stripper. The first song we dance to was, “Love Will Keep Us Together.”

Our eyes locked again and it felt magical as we danced. I planted a big kiss on him. And then I melted into his body. I showed some restraint at the club, but I could not resist his hands or his lips. Or the throbbing monster, I felt in his pants.

I just met this guy. But something came over me. If I was a princess, he would be my prince. We both experienced a similar reaction of arousal dancing with each other. When you know it’s real, you just know. He looked at me and asked me if he could slide my dress down my body. I nodded yes and I began to unzip his pants. My pretty blue dress ended up on a chair, as I stood in front of him in little blue panties. As I took off his dapper suit, my hands felt every inch of his rugged body. He seemed to be in awe of my breasts. But I was in awe of him.

Sometimes, Fantasy Turns Real

He kissed my nipples and moved down my body, kissing everywhere else. When his hand entered my panties, I took a deep breath and told myself I want to be his bad princess. He removed my panties as I took down his boxers. His love stick stood at attention, so I worked my magic lips on his love shaft. Hearing him moan in pleasure made me slurp harder on his throbbing cock. I wanted nothing more than to give him pleasure.

Even though I strip for a living, I don’t really do the one-night stand scene. However, this didn’t feel like that. This felt like the beginning of the most important relationship in my life. My baby blue glitter eye shadow started to smear on my face as did my red lipstick from sucking his cock.

We walked to the couch, but before I could grab his cock and insert it into my lady jungle, he begged to taste me. So, I sat on his face so I could suck his cock at the same time. As he licked and kissed up and down my love garden, I melted. My love canal drenched his face. He knows just how to lick softly to tease me.

Even Stripper Babes Enjoy Romance

As I continued to take him deeper in my mouth, his fingers spread my womanhood so he could plunge his tongue deeper inside of me. With his tongue swirling around my little cherry, I felt my lady juice cascade over his face. I could hear Blondie playing as I sucked his love gun faster. We both got lost in the sensation, but he eagerly lapped up all my juices as I swirled my tongue around the head of his soldier. I tried to stay focused on his cock, but my legs started quivering. My back began to arch, and I came all over his face. But he licked up my sweet nectar.

He hungrily tasted my honey. I could feel my entire body trembling. And he managed to coax another climax out of me before I could not take it any longer. I needed that soldier inside of my love garden. So, I sat on that soldier with all my weight and started to kiss him. He tasted like me. This romantic song, “Magnet and Steel,” played as we made love for the first time. With a disco ball spinning above us, and romantic 70s songs playing on the jukebox, we made love. No scratch that. We made magic. Our own special magic.

When It’s Magic You Know

He grabbed my ass cheeks and bounced me up and down his candy stick. I could not help getting lost in the sensation of his touch. My entire body quivered again. Our bodies became one. I knew he could feel my juices coating his cock. And I knew he could feel my muscles tightening around his shaft. Feeling that love missile shoot inside of me for the first time made my heartbeat fast. My love garden felt full of his love. He shot fireworks in my love canal. And it felt like the biggest cum shot ever.

I collapsed in his arms while music continued to play. I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine. We both agreed this could not be a one-night affair. He stroked my hair, looked deep in my eyes and told me I stole his heart. We laid there in postcoital bliss taking it all in before we used the private bathroom to clean up. Our night seemed far from over. We went back out dancing until final call. We did the hustle and the bump. As we danced, I looked in his eyes and told him how lucky I felt to share this moment with him.

After the last dance, we went back to my place and spent the night together. We fell asleep spooning and holding hands. This felt like love at first sight. We kissed, and I fell asleep in his arms. He felt like home. Woke up the next morning to a handsome naked James in nothing but an apron cooking me breakfast. But I pinched myself, so I knew this was not a dream. And in that moment, I got a glimpse of what my future would be like with the man of my dreams.

Tranny Phone Sex is Like the 4th of July and Will Make You Want a Hot Dog Real Bad

tranny phone sexTranny phone sex feels like 4 July. It will make you want a hotdog real bad. But my hotdog gets addictive. If you’re lucky, you might feel fireworks shooting in your ass too. See what I did there. A little Fourth of July humor. People keep asking me what I plan to do on the Fourth of July. Honestly, I don’t know.

Believe it or not I usually stay home. When you own small dogs, you owe it to them to stay home. Fireworks terrify them. Last year, this occasional fuck buddy hung out with me. Once World War three stopped and the pups chilled out, I fucked his ass. He couldn’t wait either. But I do not consider Alex not dating material, however. But I find him fuckable with that tight ass. And I find him to be a stage three clinger, which is why I only see him on Fourth of July.

Most men want to go out dancing or see fireworks or go for a barbecue or something. They don’t want to stay at home, watch a movie and hold Chihuahua on their lap. But this guy will do anything just to get a hardcore ass fucking from me. And I do appreciate a simp.

This Sexy T-Girl Likes to Netflix and Chill

Most men hold high expectations for a girl like me. They always want me to look my best. But I’m just a girl who sometimes likes to stay in and dress comfortably. I like to wear Victoria Secret sweatpants and baby doll T-shirts with no bra and chill at home with my small army of Chihuahuas.

I understand I’m a novelty for a lot of people. However, I am just as comfortable in a nightclub or a fancy restaurant as I am with a quiet at night at home. So, I made my date with Alex for the Fourth of July. He will keep me company, help me with the pups and eventually I’ll dump a few loads of cum in his tight ass.

Men think because I am naked on the Internet, I’m some sort of wild woman. However, I appreciate the simple things in life like a walk on the beach. Or hiking in the woods. Maybe going to a rock concert. Or sitting at home watching Netflix.

But no matter what I am still a shemale domination porn star. So even if we just stay at home and Netflix and chill, I’m still fucking your ass. So, what do you think? Are you the kind of man that could just hang at home with a sexy T girl.

Pervs Love Mother Daughter Phone Sex

Mother daughter phone sexHot Mother daughter phone sex brings the freaks out, you perverted fucks love hearing my mini sluts beg for your cum, it’s something about that forbidden pussy that makes men go crazy.

Calls with me test all boundaries and limits. I say some filthy shit, and my pervs love me for it. The dirtier I get, the bigger they tip.

Fantasy role plays and rape fantasy calls make me the most money. I just got a huge tip for being a dirty skank.

My daughters slutted their pussy out to gain a sponsor for the pageant. Boy, did they have an amazing performance.

You should have seen the look on the guy’s face when my sluts came out wearing white crotchless lingerie, plump hairless pussy staring at the audience, flat chest pressed against lace.

Sucking each other’s cunts until squirting in each other’s mouth, our sponsor stroking his cock so fast I could feel his precum splash on my arm.

A massive load of cum shoots out that steel-like cock and splashes my sweet angels all over their faces, they cleaned his cum off of each other’s pretty little faces with their tongues.

Just fingering my smoking Hot squirting pussy

Hot squirting pussyHot squirting pussy tastes so good. I bet you wanna give mine a try.

Right now, I’m indulging in one of my naughty pleasures, here on my bed, smoking cigarette after cigarette,

My fingers tantalizing my soaked little hole.

I don’t always do it, but when I do, I like to get freaky with it.

The nicotine buzzes in my veins, fueling my lust as I alternately suck on the glowing tip and bury my digits deep within my juicy cunt.

My juices flow freely, slicking my fingers as I thrust them in and out, my thumb teasing my clit with each pump.

I’ll even stick the end of a cigarette in my pussy, because it tastes so good.

Do you crave the touch of a filthy mouth on your cock? Maybe you live for the taste of a vanilla girl’s masculine ass? Or perhaps you’re a perverted voyeur, titillated by the sight of a slut like me getting off?

Well, I might allow you a closer look if you’re willing to serve as my ashtray. Worship my cunt with your tongue.

Keep licking and sucking until my pussy is fully satisfied, and only then can you advance to more conventional oral pleasures.

Surrender you’re in control and be my Phonesex slave, darling. You’re merely a tool for me to use and discard when I’m done.

Young Bald Pussy is all you ever want. Isn’t that right, baby?

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Young Bald Pussy is all you ever want. Isn’t that right, baby?

I know you too well and how much you are addicted to the taste of my pussy.

My innocent tight cunt tastes the best when I’m missing you.

When I haven’t felt your cock inside me for too long.

My bald pussy is dripping with my juices in anticipation.

I can’t wait to feel your tongue slide up and down in between my folds.

My throbbing clit is ready to be sucked on.

Make me scream your name while you force me to squirt all inside your mouth! 

Then tell me how good my pussy tastes!

Your cock just fits so perfectly since I never want you to stop fucking me raw!

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Dominatrix Phone Sex Lets Me Get Sweet Revenge on My Prince, James

dominatrix phone sexAs a sexy switch, I enjoy being a dominatrix phone sex babe. I can’t think of any woman who doesn’t like to be in control. Sometimes even as the dominant woman, I can pretend to be somebody else for a hot fantasy role play. Recently, I got to pretend to be my prince James’s old flame, Theresa. And she is the one that got away.

James and I reconnected recently. He found me on LinkedIn. And despite being married with a family of my own, I agreed to meet him while he was in town. Part of me still held some residual anger over the fact that he did not pick up on my cues early enough. You see I’m a bit more outgoing than James. But in college, I really liked James. And I tossed down every cue I could back then. I even asked him out on a date. And in the 80s that felt somewhat progressive.

I often wish we had met earlier. But when we did, he was about ready to finish his senior year, but I still had several more years of college. Often, I wonder what if. What if I had met him earlier. What if he had picked up on my romantic gestures. And I must wonder what if I married him instead of my husband. My head swirled with anger, regret and nostalgia. It would be good to see James again after all these years. He always did possess a strong, romantic phone sex streak.

Roleplays Let Us Go Back in Time or Be Different People

So, I picked him up at his hotel and we went to this fancy restaurant for dinner. Although we enjoyed a genuinely pleasant evening reminiscing, I let anger and regret take over me. And I drugged him at dinner. And the drug kicked in before we left the restaurant. So, I walked him out of the restaurant straight into my car. And we drove back to his little No Tell motel. I had a bag with me that included things like rope and nipple clamps.

By the time James woke up from his drug-induced coma, he realized something seemed wrong. He found himself naked and tied to the hotel bed. He looked at me confused and asked where sweet Teresa went. And I told him that he killed her decades ago. For years, I planned out what I would do to James if I ever encountered him again. It seemed like fate. He tried to tell me he came to town for business, but I knew better than that. Nobody comes to this town unless they’re looking for somebody who lives in this town.

But I’ve had many years to think about how my relationship with James could’ve been different if he had only picked up what I blatantly threw down. And since we cannot go back in time, I could get a little revenge. So, I turned my old college flame into my sex slave.

He laid there on that motel bed, looking perplexed and helpless. So, I straddled his face. Forced him to eat my wet bald pussy. Back in the day if James had only acted sooner about wanting to make love to me, things might be different. But by the time he came around, I decided to move on for self-preservation.

Revenge Can Be Sweet Even 40 Years Later

But I felt hurt. He could’ve been my first. He was the first man to steal my heart. But then he crushed it by seemingly putting me in the friend zone. And by the time he woke up and decided he wanted to make love to me and have a real romantic relationship with me, I closed myself off for self-preservation. He had a chance. And he blew it. Now, this was my chance. Suddenly, I became a woman I did not know existed.

I smothered James with my pussy. Forced him to eat me after all these years. I pulled on his nipple clamps as I grinded my pussy on his face, drenching him in my womanly juice. I could feel James lapping up my sweet goo. Eventually, I sucked on his cock. But I might’ve squeezed his balls a little too hard on a couple occasions. I mean, this was revenge, right? The girl James fell in love with at college in the 80s no longer existed. But maybe he would love this bad ass confident woman who’s no longer afraid to spell out exactly what she wants and who she wants.

And what I wanted was for James to lick the alphabet on my swollen womanhood. As he worshiped my pussy, I teased his cock mercilessly. Squeezed his balls, spanked them, and squeezed the head of a soldier. But eventually, I used his stiff cock as my dildo. And I rode up and down it until I started creaming all over his shaft.

One Way or Another, I Always Get My Man

I knew it drove him crazy that he couldn’t touch my boobs or my body, so I lowered my ample breasts to his mouth. He teased my nipples. I sat down on his shaft. Finally, he got to make love to the one that got away. But he made love to her on my terms. Not his.

And I rode his soldier until we both came intensely. Perhaps he assumed this was a simple game and I would release him after we fucked. I don’t plan on ever letting him leave. James did not know that at the time. Once back at my place, he realized my nefarious plans.

I built a little dungeon complete with a cage to keep my sex toy secure. Cannot have him getting away from me again. This way, I can pull him out and play with him whenever I want. I’m not the same woman I used to be. He crushed me. I often wonder how my life would’ve turned out if we married each other instead of other people. And I know he thinks about it too. However, he will have a lot more time to think about what if as my sex slave living in my dungeon. It only took 40 years, but I finally got my man.

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gfe phone sexGFE phone sex babes come in all shapes and sizes. And some of us have a little something extra for your pleasure. Although I do not consider myself an escort, I’ve done the sugar baby thing before. And I picked up a new sugar daddy recently. We met down in Florida actually, but he lives in New York. He went back home two weeks before I came back to Pittsburgh.

Honestly, I thought our relationship only existed in Florida. Just a snowbird fling, but he texted me Friday night that he would be in my city for the weekend conducting some business. He’s liquidating some of his businesses and selling others. And I guess somebody in Pittsburgh seems interested in franchising one of his independent coffee shops up in New York.

This man always dreamed about girls like me. And he admitted that he always craved she-cock. So, this shemale domination porn star fucked his virgin ass. That’s what we did for four weeks down in Florida. We went out to fancy restaurants, drank fancy wine then came back to my condo to fuck. So, I felt excited to see him again. I love his tight ass. I told him to cancel his hotel and stay with me in my loft.

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And I worked around his business meetings. When he stopped conducting business for the day, I stopped working. I gave him all my attention as well as all 10 inches of my cock. He learned to take it well. Now, his ass begs for my cock. Saturday night we enjoyed a lovely dinner at my favorite restaurant which I can’t afford. Of course he paid. I dressed up looking 1000% passible as a genetic female. And all eyes seem to be on us. But it wasn’t because they guessed what was in my panties. Likely they just thought way to go old man you scored yourself a hot younger lady.

It just makes me feel sexier knowing men looked at him in envy. After our nice dinner, we went to some bars and came back and fucked. His ass feels like a vice grip on my cock. And that serves me well. If I give a man a hardcore ass fucking, I want that ass to feel tight on my dick. We fucked all weekend.

It felt nice to see him again. Honestly when we met in Florida, I figured we’d never see each other again. But apparently, I left quite the impression on him and his ass. And he left quite the impression on me too. I love a man with a tight ass down for hardcore anal sex. And it seems like icing on a cake when a tight ass man appears very generous with his wallet too.