Erotic phone sex can be so intoxicating. Picture this. I leaned my head against the back of the chair, closed my eyes, and imagined you here with me. In my mind you were sitting next to me, dark, long-fingered hand resting on my thigh as you merely watched, silently commanding me to your bidding, a half-smile on your face. Your eyes were burning with desire, that sweet melted-chocolate brown seeming to caress every inch of my body. So damn erotic! Tipping my head to let my hungry eyes drink their fill of you, I kept my hands in place, touching myself through the soft cotton of my shirt, reveling in the passion that kept flaring in your eyes. Without even realizing it, I stopped merely cupping my breasts and started caressing them. I lifted them, squeezing them together, arching my back and literally offering them to you. I slid my palms over my nipples, feeling that sweet electric thrill shoot through me, making me gasp in anticipation. Gently I tweaked my stiffened nipples, tugging on them ever so lightly. I slipped my own hands over, around, under, between my breasts, and pulling my shirt tightly across them, accentuating my state of arousal. Still you watched.
I curled my fingers, raking my nails over my breasts, cushioning that scrape with the softness of my shirt. I moaned, my eyes sliding closed at the flare of desire in yours. Oh how I wanted your hands to caress me, your skin to be touching mine. Still you watched. Barely able to keep from writhing in my seat now, I slid my hands under my shirt. Pulling it up around my neck and completely exposing myself to your gaze. The contrasting heat of my need and coolness of the air made me gasp and squirm. Whimpering, I stroked those full, aching mounds, the throbbing nipples a dusky pink against the whiteness of my breasts. I slid my hands over the small curve of my breasts, running my nipples in between my fingers, caressing and squeezing them. As my passion increased, so did my tolerance for pain, and I began to twist and pinch my throbbing nipples.
I slipped out of my shirt, vulnerable with the knowledge that I was now topless, completely exposed…while you were still fully dressed. I trembled in the cool air. Your free hand fisted in the length of my hair. You tugged sharply, my quick cry of pain melting into mewls of pleasure as your lips breeched the distance to my nipple and engulfed it. Teeth nibbling, tongue swirling, you couldn’t help but respond to my wordless cries, my constant writhing, as I exploded right there in my chair, a hot, wet gush of pleasure that sent tremors of need rippling through your own body. I open my eyes and realize that it was just that though. A fantasy. An erotic fantasy. A longing. I could feel my heart and soul cry out to you. Missing you. Why Wont you come play with me? don’t you know how much I crave you? Call me at 1 888 314 6639 and ask for Corrine for erotic phone sex.
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