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You open the door already tense, already curious, already pretending this is casual. I step inside, shut it behind me, and tell you to relax without asking. Shemale Phone Sex isn’t a fantasy right now, it’s the confidence in my voice. I look around your place like I own the moment and you feel it immediately.

“Sit,” I say, calm and firm, not loud, just certain. You do, because you invited me here for exactly this energy. I move slow on purpose, hips swaying, eyes locked on yours while I talk. I tell you what I expect, how I like attention, how I like obedience. Not rushed, not sloppy, just focused. I remind you that your wife won’t know, but you will.

That’s the part that makes your breathing change. I step closer and tilt your chin up with two fingers, bossy and unbothered. I tell you to look at me when I’m speaking. I like how fast you listen. I tease you about being curious for so long, about pretending you didn’t plan this. My tone stays playful but commanding, sweet with an edge.

I tell you where to put your hands and where not to. You hesitate once, so I smile and repeat myself slower. I don’t need to raise my voice to be in control. I let the tension stretch, watching you react to being guided so easily. I talk about wanting and talking without spelling everything out. You fill in the gaps better than I ever could. That’s why I stay in charge, slow, steady, deliberate.

I move you where I want you, confident you’ll follow. There’s nothing rushed about this, just pressure building naturally. I like being the one you answer to in this room. I remind you that you chose this, that you wanted me here. By the time I step back, you’re fully aware who’s in control. I don’t apologize for it, and you don’t ask me to.

I let the moment sit heavy and heated between us, as you quickly gobble every inch of my BBC down your tiny throat. When I finally speak again, it’s a promise without words. You’ll remember exactly how easily you gave in. That’s what makes this deliciously dangerous. I straighten, smooth myself, and tell you to behave when I’m gone. The look on your face tells me you won’t. I leave you standing there, quiet, shaken, and wanting more.

That’s exactly how I like you. Later, when the house settles, you’ll replay my voice and my rules. You won’t call it temptation, but you won’t forget it either. I stay with you as a memory that listens when you misbehave. Next time will be easier, because you already know how to obey. And I always remember who invites me in. Secrets like this don’t fade, they wait patiently inside.