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Romantic Phone Sex is Something My Prince Excels At Delivering

romantic phone sexRomantic phone sex seems designed for my prince, James. I should’ve known that my handsome soldier would plan something special for me on Valentine’s Day. I figured I’d be alone on the most romantic day of the year. But my prince managed to sneak some time off from the Air Force Base to surprise his special girl.

I woke up to the smell of food. And I heard somebody in the kitchen. At first, I thought perhaps I was dreaming. Then for a moment, I thought somebody broke into my house. But why would a burglar be in my kitchen obviously cooking food.

Still in my pink nightgown, I ventured out and saw my beloved James cooking me a special breakfast for Valentine’s Day. My landlord let him in. I embraced him and asked him how I got so lucky. I love his hugs. He holds me so tightly that it feels like he will never let me go. And I like that feeling.

I put some Air Supply on and he smiled. As the music played, we sat down to eat, and he told me he couldn’t let his best girl spend Valentine’s Day alone. Sometimes I must pinch myself to know this is real. I never believed in love at first sight until that very day he walked into the strip club and our eyes locked. After breakfast, we danced to our favorite Air Supply song.

With my head on his shoulder and his arms around my waist, we melted into each other. Right before he kissed me passionately, he let this phone sex babe know that he loved her. And I love him. We make each other feel special and safe. The stripper and the officer, I joked. We paved our own unique love story.

No One Romances Me Better Than James

As we danced, I could feel his heart beating against mine. He pulled away gently and told reached into his pocket.  And he pulled out a small box with a red ribbon on it. I could feel my heart swelling with more love. The only present I need is you, James, I remember telling him.

I opened the box and saw the most beautiful pair of diamond stud earrings I’ve ever seen. A small token of his love. So elegant and beautiful. And when he told me that I deserved the world, our lips locked again in a passionate kiss. I love kissing James. I tingle at his touch and my heart flutters.

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom as Every Woman in the World played on my stereo. Slowly, I gave him a private strip tease. I love being his private dancer. I could feel his eyes on my sexy breasts, and I started to watch intently as he took his clothes off. Before long, we were naked on my bed, kissing passionately again. My fingers began to roam his body, as I felt him gently pinching my nipples and kissing my neck.

My hand reached down to stroke his soldier. But he became hungry for my love garden. I could see the fire in his eyes. And the love. So, I laid back on my bed, spread my legs and gently pushed his head between my legs. He began kissing my thighs. And barely touching my love garden with his nose. But I still trembled. Feeling his warm breath on the opening of my loved tunnel always excites me.

James and I Create Beautiful Magic Together

As he kissed up and down my love garden, I moaned and felt myself drenching his face. He hovered over my rosebud with his mouth and began to lick back-and-forth, turning my legs to jelly. As he flicked his tongue slowly and softly back-and-forth, my honey nectar drenched his face.

My hips started grinding gently on his face, and I started moaning louder. I felt like my thighs held his head like a vice grip. I ran my fingers though his hair as I quivered from his touch. With each flick of his tongue, he would go a little bit deeper into my womanhood. Now, he wore my legs like earmuffs. I got lost in the sensation of his tongue on my pussy. But I started to yearn for his soldier in my mouth.

Before that could happen, I enjoyed an intense orgasm on his face. His tongue unlocked my floodgates. My nipples felt so hard I thought they could cut glass. My back arched as I began to sweat and tremble preparing to cum on James‘s face. And as my juice cascaded over his face, he lapped it up. My entire body felt it. And I could not stop quivering. His mouth brought me closer to heaven in that moment.

Perhaps, I drowned my prince in my honey nectar. I saw his face peek up from between my legs, and he glistened like a glazed doughnut. I felt greedy wanting to feel his cock in my mouth. He twirled his tongue around my clit one more time sending electric shocks throughout my body. Then he spun my body around so that his soldier dangled above my face.

My Prince Makes Me Cum So Hard My Bedroom Smells of My Nectar for Days

The entire bedroom smelled like me. My pussy felt swollen and my legs could not stop shaking. I felt him spreading my lips with his fingers continuing to lick up and down as I kissed the head of his soldier. And I slowly guided him into my mouth until those Air Force balls felt flushed against my chin. We both began to moan in pleasure. I love slurping on his missile. I took him deep into my throat as he gently lapped up the juices flowing still from my very sensitive garden. We could both feel the passion.

I truly enjoy taking his love rocket down my throat and feeling him grow harder in my mouth. But I wanted him inside of me. He pulled his cock away from my mouth, turned his body around and slowly entered my love garden with his guided missile. My love muscles grabbed his cock and pulled him inside me. My juices enabled his soldier to glide into my garden easily. As I kissed him, I could taste my own love on his face. He started pumping faster and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as we kissed again, deeply and passionately.

Then he flipped me over doggy style so he could admire my nice ass. I twerked my round butt a few times begging for his cock deep inside of me. He pumped his soldier inside of my love tunnel. Real love pumped in and out of my pussy balls deep. I could feel him swelling inside my garden.

Dreams Do Come True, Even for Strippers

My juices cascaded down his shaft just like they did his face. Like a man on a mission my prince pumped in and out of my pussy, wanting to make me cum again. We made a huge wet spot on my bed too, but neither of us minded being drenched in the essence of the other. He held onto my body tightly as his love rocket thrust in and out of me.

Talk about a wet bald pussy. I’m not sure anything ever made me feel so wet. He flipped me over on my back so that I could see his love rocket going in and out of me. We both felt prepared to orgasm intensely. His soldier glistened from my juices. The veins popped out on his big purple head. He stroked it a few times and I stuck out my tongue to catch some love.

As I came on his soldier, I begged my prince to cum too. And as his seed flew out of his cock, I eagerly waited to taste his love sauce. His hot and sticky love felt so amazing on my body. I licked it from my fingers and rubbed it into my flesh. He collapsed on top of me and our bodies became one again.

Sometimes, Our Romance Seems Like a Fairytale

I wrapped my legs and my arms around him holding him so tightly. Neither of us felt like we could talk in that moment. Literally took the wind out of our sails. We felt dehydrated from such intense orgasms, but we managed to say, “I love you,” before collapsing out of exhaustion into each other’s arms.

We laid in the wetness of our love as 80s love songs continue to play in the background. The entire day was ours. He told me he managed to get the entire weekend off so that we could spend it in bed watching romance movies, making love and basking in each other ‘s love. Every day I ask myself how I got so lucky. Dreams to come true

Romantic Phone Sex is Never Lost on a Dominant Tranny

romantic phone sexRomantic phone sex never gets lost on a sexy tranny. I enjoyed a romantic weekend with a guy who I occasionally see. He flew down to Florida to spend Valentine’s Day with me. And although we went out to eat and dance, we spent most of the time in my condo fucking while watching the tides roll in.

When he arrived, he brought me presents and flowers. Although this lover of mine struggles with people knowing he likes she-cock, I found him more comfortable outside of our city. No one knows us here. And likely nobody knows I am a shemale. Nobody looks at me with clothes on and thinks I might be hiding a 10-inch secret. I transitioned a couple decades ago and I have perfected the feminine look.

Although people stared at us all weekend long it didn’t have anything to do with my panty surprise. Folks looked at us because we simply appeared to be enjoying life. Dancing, kissing, drinking expensive wine, we exuded happiness. Nobody knew that I would be giving him hot ass sex behind closed doors. Because nobody ever knows what I keep hidden in my panties until we get back to my bedroom.

Even Dominant T-Girls Enjoy Romance

Oscar found me on a shemale dating site. Yes, those sorts of sites exist. You can find women like me on Grindr and dating sites and even escort sites. So, if you want to hook up with a sexy tranny, the only thing stopping you is you. We appear to be almost everywhere nowadays, just hiding in plain sight

Oscar enjoys spoiling me. And I let him. I’m not with him just because of his tight asshole. I’m with him because of the way he treats me. But we’re not exclusive. He knows until he comes to terms with liking special girls, I will never be exclusive with him. Although I do not announce it to the world that I am a dominant tranny, I don’t hide in the closet either. So, I will never commit to a man who cannot admit to dating a shemale.

But until then, I will just enjoy Oscar‘s company and his tight ass. However, I will never be exclusive with him. Monogamy might not be my thing anyway. I enjoy being a shemale domination porn star fucking asses in every city I visit. But I feel confident Oscar will never come to terms with his love for special girls anytime soon.

So, I’m safe to play the field. Oscar left to fly back home yesterday afternoon. And that night I fucked another shemale lover. So don’t worry guys. I’m not taken. And that’s because I can never get too many tight assholes to fuck.

Cheating Phone Sex is More Fun Than Fucking Your Wife

cheating phone sexCheating phone sex I consider my specialty. Married men make me weak. And I always encourage men to cheat with me. What can I say? My fetish appears to be married men. Over the years, married men became my kryptonite. Although I don’t consider myself a homewrecker because I don’t want to break up any marriage, most women think of me as a homewrecker because I fucked their man. In my defense, I just borrow them. I have no desire to get married.

Over the weekend, my girlfriend and I went to this new club that recently opened. We just like to go out occasionally and flirt with married men who will buy us drinks all night. A sexy BBW goddess like me never needs to pay for her own drinks. Never. But this one guy who screamed sugar daddy type bought us drinks all night. And he seemed to take a shine to me and my big boobs. We danced and talked, and I could feel his rather huge bulge in his pants. Now he did not know about my weakness for married men phone sex.

A Sexy BBW Can Out Fuck Any Wife

But I knew I needed to bring him home and fuck him. As we danced, a woman came into the club, dressed in sweatpants and a dirty T-shirt. And my gut told me she came to the club looking for her. She found him pressed up against my sexy BBW body. She yelled, screamed and eventually threw a drink on me. I thought she might punch me but the bouncer grabbed her and tossed her out of the club.

Somebody at the club saw us and told his wife. She looked like she wanted to kill me. And since she said some rather unpleasant things to me, I decided to take her husband home and fuck him. Give him the best fuck of his life. The husband refused to leave with the wife once she got kicked out. He seemed truly embarrassed for her behavior. He gave me some sob story about how they don’t communicate anymore and she never fucks him. Wives never make time for their husbands. That’s why women like me exist.

Any Woman Who Body Shames Me, I Steal Her Man

The truth didn’t matter. She called me a fat whore and body shamed me. They could have the perfect marriage, and I still would’ve fucked him after her behavior. He came back to my place to show me how sorry he felt for his wife’s bad actions. And he decided to show me how good a hot squirting pussy can feel. He ate my pussy for hours. In fact, I lost track of how much I came. But I knew, with as many orgasms he gave me, no way she would not smell me on him.

That made me feel good. We fucked until the sun came up and then we passed out in each other ‘s arms. I told him he can fuck me anytime he wants. I honestly don’t care about his wife. She’s no threat to me. Men cheat mostly because their wives neglect them or verbally harass them. It’s OK if I never fuck this man again. Because I got my revenge. He could say he just drove around the neighborhood before coming home. But I know she will know he spent the night with this sexy BBW no matter what lie he tells her and that’s all the satisfaction I need.

Dominatrix Phone Sex Calls Leave Your Balls Full and Your Wallet Empty

dominatrix phone sexI love dominatrix phone sex calls. As a sexy switch, I tell guys the size of their dick depends on what they get. Although I do enjoy hair pulling, name calling, ass slapping, and things like that, I would never let a man with a tiny dick to any of that. And I would never let a man with a tiny dick fuck me either. Girls need standards.

I did something last night at the club that I hate to do. I got a tiny dick loser banned from the club. It goes against my desire to make money to ban guys from the club. If they get banned, they don’t spend money on pretty ladies anymore. But not only did this guy act like he had a big cock, but he also pretended he had money. In my circles, we call that a Splenda daddy. And for those of you who don’t get that reference, it’s a knock off sugar daddy. A pretend sugar daddy. GFE phone sex babes can spot a knock off a mile away.

This man booked the VIP room using three different cards so that gave it away, that he was broke ass loser. Now, he booked the VIP room with one of my newer girls. A young hot coed, dancing herself through college. We’ve experienced trouble with this man in the club before. But one way or another we managed to milk him dry. But this girl pushed the panic button, so I went into the room with our big black bouncer to rescue her.

Splenda Daddies are Knockoff Sugar Daddies Pretending They Deserve a Hot Babe

And I found him on top of my coed trying to force her to suck his little dick. Now I’m not saying that oral sex and fucking never occurs in the VIP room because it always occurs for the right price and the right cock. But this guy felt that because he paid for the VIP room that guaranteed him a blow job. Not all women at the club will accept money in exchange for sexual favors. We train young girls to say no to such offers because they don’t know how to spot an undercover cop yet.

This loser’s cock looked smaller than my pinky. I pulled him off her and I kicked him in the balls. My bouncer could’ve done it, but I wanted to put this loser in his place myself. He needed a woman to take him down because clearly, he thinks he owns all women. And I told him that with his tiny wallet and cock he lacks the means to own any woman. Plus, I further explained that any woman in this club appeared well out of his league.

I Teach All Strippers to Milk the Wallets of Splenda Daddies But Never Fuck Them

Not only did I emasculate this loser, but I also gave him a healthy dose of CBT phone sex. Trampled his cock, kicked him in the balls and I even bitch slapped him a few times. And my big black bouncer just watched and laughed. I did let the bouncer drag him out of the club and toss him in the dumpster outback where he belongs. And we let him know he got himself banned from the club forever.

We deal with tiny dick losers every day in the club. But most of them know that they sport tiny dicks and mind their manners. They just want a chance to look at the lovely ladies out of their league and give them some money. But there’s nothing worse than a tiny dick loser who doesn’t realize he’s a tiny dick loser.

Guided Masturbation, JOI, and Mutual Hand Fucking

Guided MasturbationGuided Masturbation, JOI and Mutually Masturbating is so much fun. It’s always fun to talk about naughty things, or different sexual experiences and get off with somebody. I’m a complete sex pot. If always horny had a face it would most def be mine. Just thinking of all the ways I could Grab that cock, and pull on it. How I would So Softly Take my thumb and rub it in slow circles, gently swirling all your precum all over the fat mushroom head.

I even get wet, Blogging. I’m wet as fuck right now.

Precum and I have a special relationship. I Love playing with it. Which means while we are on the phone, I want you to let that shit gather. Let it pool, and use it to lube your dick while you stroke for me. Is there anything Hotter? While you are doing that, I’ll be taking my soft fingers and playing with my wet little kitty. Rubbing and tugging on my soft pussy lips, and using my middle finger to play with my little clit. Tracing and teasing my bean, making it grow and get stiff when I am so turned on.

My Clit will get all slick and stick out when I play with it while talking to you

You can always tell me how you want me to touch myself, and I could tell you just the way I want you to rub one out. We could tell each other our sexy secrets. I have a big thing for a mans hands. I like to think about all the ways you would touch, tease, caress, gram and make me cum with your hands.

Fingerfucking has always held a special place in my heart, and in my panties.

Especially a sexy ass mans hands. A Hard working man, whose hands are a little rough and calloused. Let’s get  each other off. I want to cum together.

GFE Phone Sex Babes Swallow Every Last Drop

gfe phone sexGFE phone sex babes do everything your wife used to do. One of the main reasons why I specialize in taking care of married men. I like to take care of neglected cocks. But I also prefer a married men because I don’t like anybody telling me who I can see and what I can do. And married men just seem lucky to spend time with me. They know they cannot lay any claims on me because of the wife and family back home. So, if I stick with mostly married men, I get to buy my cake and eat it too.

Finally, the weather seems a little better. Most of the snow melted yesterday when it reached 60° for the first time in a month. Melted some of this ice, making it much easier for some of my married men to visit me. And several of my married men texted me yesterday. So, I needed to do some fancy planning to make sure I could accommodate them with no overlap, which would bust me.

When you cater to mostly married men phone sex lovers, you need to make them feel special. I adore all my married lovers. But if they pass each other in the driveway, it can disillusion them. And make them feel less than special, which I never want to do. Although a few of my married men know they’re not the only one, nobody has any idea of how many they married men I see.

A Sexy BBW Mistress Knows How to Take Care of Married Men Best

So last night, I juggled four different lovers. Tried to pad the time in between scheduling them so no overlap would occur. And it worked out. Although I did need to take a whore’s bath in between lovers. Your pussy can only be so wet before they start to doubt that you’re just that happy to see them. I did not get much sleep, but no rest for the wicked, right.

I swallowed four loads of cum and took four loads in my various holes. Eight hours later, I had four satisfied married men who needed their balls drained more than once. Being snowed in with the ball and chain sucks. We all know wives stop swallowing after the wedding. Girlfriends swallow every time.

This phone sex girlfriend managed to get a couple hours of sleep before signing on to take care of more married men. Plus, a few more lovers will come over tonight. I’ve missed this. I thrive when getting plenty of cock and cum.

Toilet Slave Phone Sex I Do, But Piggies Need to Pay Up for the Pleasure

toilet slave phone sexUnfortunately, in the past, I did experience toilet slave phone sex as the toilet slave. However, now I get to experience it from a much different perspective. As a switch, I now dominate men too. And I do my best to avoid anyone who wants to piss on me. But over the weekend I went to the club. The club remained closed for eight days because of the weather.

The club needed help. And I knew I could help. Surprise, the club looked packed. Eight days is a long time to go without looking at pussy for some of these guys. We do get quite a few lonely hearts at the club. Some men, I feel badly for milking. But most guys know what happens in the club is not reality. We stroke egos so we can drain wallets. It’s an exchange.

However, we all get our lovelorn stalkers. But mostly we experience men who know the women in the club work for tips. And on Saturday night I met a new guy. Cliff. An out-of-town businessman. He looked so sophisticated and married. I could see the ring on his finger. He approached me with an offer. This man did not want me to blow him, give him a hand job or even fuck him in the VIP room. But he did want this GFE Phone sex babe to piss on him.

Money Talks. You Want to Be My Toilet Slave? Pay Up Piggie.

Dammit. Not that I mind pissing on a toilet slave for money. I just didn’t see this coming. A sexy older man did not want to fuck me. He wanted humiliation. But once he pulled his pants down in the VIP room, I understood why. This man stood over 6 feet tall, but his cock appeared closer to 3 inches. How sad for him. How sad for women.

But I got the sense that this man understood he didn’t measure up. No stripper would want to fuck him for any amount of money. Mostly true. I know I wouldn’t. First, I pissed on his cock and balls, slapping his tiny dick and laughing. This poor man appeared to be all potatoes with no meat. He offered me a few extra thousand dollars to piss right on his face. So, I did it. I squatted my superior pussy and ass right over this loser’s face and forced him to drink my pee.

Then I used his face as human toilet paper. I made him lick me up and down to ensure he got every drop. This man bought the VIP room for two hours. And I chugged lemonade out of one of those power water jugs so I could supply him with an endless amount of urine. Usually, I send guys home from the VIP room smelling like my pussy. I turn them into glazed doughnuts, not a toilet. But money talks.

This phone sex babe won’t do anything for money. But that’s because I do possess some standards. However, I’m not too proud to ignore an offer to turn a man into my toilet slave. I find it fun and often profitable. Do you want to be my potty slave?

Mistress Phone Sex Means I am Dominant and I am The Side Piece

mistress phone sexMistress phone sex calls possess two meanings with me. One, I am a dominant woman. Perhaps not whips and chains dominant, but I don’t take any crap from a man. I have zero desire to be anybody’s Ball and Chain. So, mistress can mean that I’m the one in charge on calls. But it also means I can be the side piece. The woman men want to fuck and look forward to fucking because they know, I will take care of them.

I prefer to be equals with a man. However, not all men seem created equal. I would not call myself a size queen, but I do want something I can feel. And every now and again I meet a man who I just know doesn’t have anything I want. When I met Tony a few weeks ago, I knew I’d never fuck him. I’m tall for a woman at 5’7. And Tony appeared to be at best 5’2. Literally my boobs rested on his head.

Wakeup Men. Women Want Something We Can Feel

Although I did let him buy me a few drinks and we chatted at the bar, I refused to give him my phone number. And I refused to go home with him too. No way could he have any more than 3 or 4 inches and my pussy needs at the very least 5 inches to feel it. I prefer six and above, but I make some concessions for thick cocks or just handsome men. Tony appeared neither handsome nor hung.

But this loser stalked me on social media. Not sure how he found me because I never gave him my real name or at least not my last name. But I guess Glenda might not be that common of a name anymore. And somehow, he found my address too. He showed up at my doorstep last night with flowers and a box of candy. He gave me stalker vibes. So, I decided to take a page out of my sissy phone sex manual and fuck him in the ass with a strap on.

He protested at first. However, I’m bigger and stronger than him, and I simply overpowered him. I handcuffed his hands behind his back and stripped him naked. He watched me put on my strap on. And I could see him quivering in fear. But he also looked intrigued too.

This Sexy BBW Enjoys Pegging a Loser’s Ass

I whispered in his ear that he should never come over to a woman’s house unannounced because she might fuck him in the ass. Then I lubed up the dildo and slid it in. And his little dick got hard. Hard enough for me to measure him at 2 1/2 inches erect. That’s not a dick that’s a clit. And I made sure he understood he could never fuck me. Hell, I didn’t think he could probably fuck any woman with a dick that measured smaller than my pinky.

So not only did I peg his ass, but I also provided a healthy dose of small cock humiliation phone sex because he needed a wakeup call. I don’t have time for losers in my life. Although I do consider myself a slut, especially for married men, I still have my standards. And even as horny as I feel most days, I’d rather fuck myself with a dildo than 2 1/2-inch erect dick. Can you blame me?

Romantic Phone Sex and Sensual Ferris Wheel Fucking

I’ve been seeing John for almost a year now, to think all of “us” started with a romantic phone sex call, seems soo surreal. Every single date we ever had has ended in some of the raunchiest sex romps ever. I’m talking about going to see a movie, and making out in the theatre. My hands down his pants and his fingers in my panties. Touching and teasing each other all through the movie, and then ravaging each other in the car in the parking lot.

Then there was the time when John and I stayed at a very classy hotel. It overlooked the boardwalk on ocean boulevard. Kind of busy street, especially at night. We raised the blinds, and made out. Then, John took my top off and pushed me against the bay window. My tits were right against it, My nipples smushed. Face peering out the window as John took me from behind, dicking me deep. His cock stretching me and knocking me up against the window. Staring out seeing all those people walking on the strip, knowing they can look up and see him fucking my brains out.

I came so loud when we did that. Covering Johns Girthy Prick in all my juices.

The Most Romantic sex we have had to date, is when we got stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel. In one of those baskets. I’m a bit nervous when it comes to heights, and John wanted to keep my mind occupied. They called to us on the bullhorn from down below. ” It’s gonna take a while to fix it” . John started rubbibg me shoulder and trying t get me to relax. His hands made their way to my thighs, and he Groped. His manly hands felt so good. Then his face, made its place between my legs as he kissed my pussy.

I couldn’t handle that for too long. My body began bucking under his wet kiss. I begged for him to open me with his cock. Pleading with him to meld and merge with me. I wanted to be connected. His cock connecting with me. Fucking and interlocking. I wanted him in the worst way. John knew what I needed and sank deep and hard into me. Every thrust making the basket swing more, but my fear was gone. I threw my cunt back against Johns throbbing cock, begging for his cum.

Pleading for his release. Begging for him to fill me.

Our Bodies, Shuttering as we started cumming at the same exact time. My choked squeal, and his gutterall grunts and moans. Our Basket swung with the rhythm we found in each other.

Romantic Phone Sex

 

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Phone Sex Fetish Calls Let Us Explore New Things

phone sex fetishLet’s enjoy an adult beverage and talk about your phone sex fetish. So, I read an article recently that said some researcher in the field of human sexuality compiled a list of over 550 types of sexual fetishes. They call them paraphilias which simply means non-normal sexual interests. But who decides what’s normal, right? I think any sexual fetish feels normal if it’s our sexual fetish. And what’s the harm. Why do people feel the need to kink shame.

I don’t kink shame. Perhaps we all have them. But the other night, a friend and I looked over this fast list of different sexual fetishes. Now some of them makes we knew about like foot fetishes, attraction to transgender folks, BDSM, smoking and voyeurism. Things like that. But we found some we never even heard of. Did you know that there’s a sexual fetish for clowns. Like people want to fuck clowns or fuck while dressed as a clown. I think Poltergeist and It ruined me for the fetish decades ago, LOL

And there’s also a fetish for armpits. Like men want to fuck and cum in an armpit. I’m not judging. But I am curious if there’s anybody out there who reads my blogs who wants to fuck my armpit or fuck me dressed as a clown.

Trust Me, I Don’t Kink Shame. I’d Like to Explore Some Fetishes With  You

My girlfriend and I drank a couple bottles of wine and started reading over all the sexual fetishes. Some of them freaked us out a little bit, but that’s just because a fetish towards insects would likely result in a heart attack for me. We read a story about a guy who could only fuck his girlfriend when he covered her in bugs. Not only would I piss myself, but I’d likely experience a heart attack if even one insect crawled across my stomach.

You think you’re wild and kinky until you read stories about unique fetishes. My girlfriend strips like I do, but she doesn’t do phone sex. And I’ve talked to guys with all sorts of different fetishes and I’ve experienced some in the VIP room at the club too. So, we swapped stories.

 I told her about this one guy that would come into the VIP room, and he wanted me to masturbate him with balloons. Yes, you read that correctly. Balloons. He liked to rub his cock on them and while he did that, I would pop the balloons, but he wouldn’t know when. And almost every time I popped the balloon he spontaneously came.

What is Your Weirdest Fetish?

My fellow stripper bestie told me about this guy that used to pay her so he could fuck her in his bathtub full of Jell-O. We Jell-O wrestled before at the club. Back before Covid, once in a blue moon the club would host a Jell-O wrestling night. I just thought maybe because it seemed less messy than mud wrestling. But it is a popular fetish. Jelly fetishism. Which means a person derives sexual gratification from gelatinous substances like jelly or slime on their bodies.

Personally, I wrote down a few fetishes that sounded a little interesting to me. I’m down to explore new things. Plus, I enjoy exploring fetishes with my callers. Fetish phone sex calls help us explore in a safe environment new and intriguing things. So, who wants to explore some new things with me?