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> -=[ Telephone Action ]=-
>
> John is one of my favorite lovers. He's exciting and sexy and has
> a great sense of humor. We've been lovers and friends for well over a
year,
> but I've never met him. I couldn't describe him to any of my friends, and
> only a few even know about him because not everyone would understand how
> I can have a lover I've never met. No, he is not a fantasy or an imaginary
> friend. He's a very real man who happens to live in Chicago while I
> live in New York.
> I suppose that we don't really live that far apart -- especially
in
> this age of jet airplanes -- and would have been able to meet by now if
> we wanted to. Maybe we're both afraid to meet each other -- afraid that
> we wouldn't click in person -- or maybe we prefer the lack of
responsibility
> inherent in our present relationship. Whatever the subconscious reasons,
if
> either of us has ever been in the other's city, we've just never been able
> to arrange our schedules so we could get together.
> And so our relationship has remained confined to the medium in
> which it began: the telephone.
> John suggested we start a whole new campaign for AT&T aimed at
> long-distance lovers or phone pals like ourselves: low late-night rates,
> especially in the winter time. The heated conversations keep the ice off
the
> equipment in the cold months, and the glowing yellow-orange lines created
by
> all that hot talk can be used by pilots for navigation. The new slogan for
> the ads? "Reach out and touch yourself." What else?
> How does someone go about getting a phone lover? I'm not really
> sure since I wasn't looking for what happened between John and me. For
> starters we're both very open to new and different things. Initially, John
> and I conversed on the phone in a business capacity that turned into
> friendship.
> We both enjoy witty conversation and take every opportunity to
make
> plays on words, especially in a sexual context. Along with the risque'
jokes
> there was an almost tangible electricity, perhaps generated by our well-
> matched mentalities. Eventually the joking and teasing led to a suggestion
> of
> making love on the phone, and the mental attraction injected real
> possibility
> into our teasing.
> I also felt safe talking to John -- he wasn't some stranger
calling
> numbers at random (who might also have my address), and he wasn't going to
> keep bugging me if the idea didn't go over. Besides, he has a sexy,
melodic
> voice and I had wondered what kind of lover he would be. Is it so strange
to
> be attracted to a man's voice, after all? I've listened to opera singers
and
> jazz vocalists who've put me in the mood faster than a porn video could.
> Our first time together, John did most of the work. I was sleeping
> soundly, tucked up against my pillows, when the phone rang. I answered it
> sleepily, and vulnerably, as it later turned out.
> "I just had a dream about you," John said in a whispery, breathy,
> eager voice.
> "What was it?" I asked, giggling a little and shivering with
> excitement.
> It was four o'clock in the morning, and the "noir gla'mour" of
that
> adventurous hour enhanced the novelty of the moment.
> "I dreamed I was lying here in bed and you were there next to me,
> naked and so beautiful. It seemed so real, like I could reach out and
> touch you."
> "If I >was< there, what would you do?" I whispered, that familiar
> tingle awakening in my groin.
> "What would you like?"
> "I love to kiss. It turns me on a lot. Are you a good kisser?"
> "The best. I kiss you slowly and softly. I taste you and gently
bite
> your lip. Then I move down and kiss your nipples. Tell me what they
> look like."
> I threw back the sheet and studied my bare breasts in the
half-light
> of a summer morning.
> "The areolas are about the size of half-dollars and my nipples are
> about the size of pencil erasers -- perfect for nibbling. I like them
> nibbled on because they're not all that sensitive."
> "Touch them for me. Caress your tits and pinch the nipples.. how
> does
> it feel?"
> I did what he asked, never once thinking about faking it.
> "Mmmmm. It feels wonderful."
> "Then I kiss my way down between your legs. Describe your pussy to
> me."
> "I have thick, curly, tawny brown hair. I keep it trimmed."
> "What about the inside?" What about the slit?"
> "It has kind of curly folds, like the edges of a cooked oyster,
and
> it's very rosy -- more rosy than pink."
> "What's your scent like?"
> "I don't have a strong scent."
> "Is it wet?"
> "Sopping. I always get very wet."
> "Touch yourself. Is your clit swollen?"
> "Like a little pea."
> "Wet your finger and taste it."
> I did so, then went back to slowly stroking my slippery slit.
> "I'd lick your slit up and down. Then I'd stick my tongue in as
> far as I could, scooping out your juices. More licking up and down
> and then I'd suck on your clit, pulling it into my mouth until you
> come. What's happening with you now?"
> "I'm grinding my hips on the bed. I want to do you. I want you."
> "What do you want to do?"
> "I want to suck your cock." I tried to picture him lying there
> stroking his erect prick as he talked to me.
> "Tell me more."
> "I want to start by licking your balls and playing with them. Then
> I'll lick the shaft lightly up and down like a bee fluttering around a
> popsicle. I'll flick my tongue over the head, playing with the little
hole
> on top. I'll suck the head a little. But once I go down on it, I keep
> at it. I deep-throat it every few strokes and I suck on it hard
> while I keep stroking with my hand. Once I get it in my mouth I get so
> excited I just suck away.. Oh John, I want you to fuck me now."
> "I lay you on your back and kneel between your legs rubbing the
head
> of my cock up and down the slit of your pussy. Then I put it in slowly
> and I can feel your pussy. Grabbing at it inch by inch. It feels so
> good. I fuck you slowly at first, building you up until you can't stand
it."
> "I want it fast and hard now," I gasped. "I want you to fuck me
and
> bite my nipples."
> We were both breathing so heavily by this time it was hard to
> discern
> all the words.
> "I fuck you faster and deeper with every stroke until my cock is
> bumping the back of your pussy. I kiss and bite your nipples, your neck,
> behind your ears. My cock goes so deep into you, and I gyrate my pelvis
> frantically so I touch every inch of the walls of your pussy."
> "I feel you. I feel your cock stroking that spot.."
> "Come for me, baby."
> "I'm going to come now, John. I want you to come, too. I want you
to
> come inside me."
> "I'm going to come and you can feel it shooting into you strong
> and hot."
> With that, we both gasped into the phone as we came. My back
arched
> off the bed as my fingers worked the soft, buttery folds of my pussy. It
> was
> wonderfullly decadent and satisfying.
> That is, until we said good night and broke the connection. The
> drawback was having to nestle down into bed alone with no firm warw
> body to cuddle against.
>
> ----
> As you can tell, phone sex is not for anyone with an aversion to
> four-letter words. You also have to be extremely comfortable with
> masturbation. It also helps if you're vocal when you climax.
> John always tells me how many times he spurts when he comes and
then
> after a few endearing words and a lot of teasing, we hang up. I would
> recommend phone sex to anyone who's looking for a way to add variety to
> their sex life. In fact, I have recommended it.
> As I mentioned before, some of my friends are aware of my
> relationship with John. The most common question is, how do we keep the
sex
> from growing stale -- after all, we've been doing it for almost two years.
> Well,
> there are several ways to vary phone sex. We describe what we'd do in
> various
> positions or acts of sex. For instanced, my sumptuous, very sensual
> description of tit-fucking.
> "I'll spread almond oil on your hard, hot cock and then rub it all
> over my tits until they glisten. My hard nipples will shine in the
> candlelight. You'll straddle me and press your dick against my chest. I
love
> how stiff and hot it feels.
> "I'll lift my tits up so that they press against either side of
your
> cock and you'll slide it back and forth. It'll be warm and slick -- almost
> as
> good as my pussy. I'll flick the head of your cock with my tongue as you
> thrust forward. Then I'll press my tits even harder against you and play
> with
> the nipples. When you come you'll thrust it into my mouth and I'll suck
> every
> single precious drop from you.
> John has also instructed me on how to use my vibrator. There were
> interruptions with that one, however. My cat likes the sound of the
> vibrator,
> and he kept nuzzling my chin and purring, knocking the phone off my
> shoulder.
> Then one night when I called John he had just put a porn film on
his
> VCR. He described the action (a threesome) to me and we both got off. That
> gave me the idea of copying one of my favorite porn films, "The Grafenburg
> Spot."
> We watched the flick together, John in Chicago and me in New York,
> and we had achieved our goal within the first ten minutes of the film.
> Because of the distance provided by the telephone, maybe we're
both
> more uninhibited than we might usually be. In any case, the relationship
has
> led me to try other scenarios I previously wasn't much interested in. One
of
> those was a threesome. One night -- inevitably -- there was a woman with
him
> when I called. John put Cathy (he seems to like girls with cheerleader
> names -- Debbie, Cindy, Cathy) on his wireless phone. With all three of us
> describing the moves or giving orders, I listened intently and avidly
while
> Jim and Cathy fucked each other passionately and I came feverishly.
> Unfortunately, I felt a little lonely afterward since he had
someone
> there to continue the good times with or cuddle up with after the
connection
> was broken, whereas I again had an empty bed.
> Another first was a threesome on my end. One evening I was at the
> apartment of one my closest friends. We had been drinking and talking
about
> sex, as usual. In a fit of honesty I told her about my relationship with
> John. She thought it was great.
> We drank a little more and went on watching Paul Newman in some
> movie. We kept wishing we had a man with us, and even tried to reach of
> couple of men we knew, but without success. Then I hit on the idea of
> phoning
> John. He was all for it. I'm not surprised.
> Tina and I sat on her kitchen floor (she had only one phone and it
> was in the kitchen). We were naked and drunk and horny. The linoleum was
> cold
> and the room was dark. John's voice sounded extra resonant and sexier than
> ever. After the introduction was made, we giggled and waited for someone
to
> start something.
> Suddenly, Tina leaned over and sucked my nipple, very gently.
> "Oh!" I exclaimed.
> "What's the matter?" John asked.
> "She's -- oh! She's sucking on my tit," I told him.
> "Do you like it?"
> "Actually, yes. Do you?"
> "I love it. If you like it, what's the problem?"
> "I don't know. I didn't expect it. I thought we were all just
going
> to masturbate together."
> "Relax. Enjoy it."
> "Okay."
> "So tell me what she's doing."
> "She's got her hand on my pussy. She's playing with me."
> "Does it feel good?"
> "Yes. Very good. Mmmmm.."
> "Do you think you'll come?"
> "I always come."
> "Are you horny?"
> "I'm always horny."
> "What's she doing now?"
> "She's licking me. John, I've never done this before."
> "How does it feel?"
> "It feels good. I wish it were you."
> "Now what's happening?"
> "Tina's licking my clit and finger-fucking me.. John I'm going to
> come now."
> "Now you should reciprocate," John said.
> He listened while I gasped in a paroxysm of pleasure. Tina raised
> her
> head and kissed me on the lips so I could taste my juices.
> Tentatively, I reached out and touched her pussy. It was wet and
> warm, much like my own. Touching it was strangely familiar, but still I
was
> unsure of what to do. Under John's guidance I brought Tina -- and him --
to
> orgasm. And Tina pushed me over the edge once again.
> Then we started on the oral stuff. First I stood up while Tina --
at
> John's command -- parted my pussy lips and licked me up and down. Then she
> lay down on the kitchen floor and I straddled her head. We went into a
> sixty-
> nine position with John telling me what to do and listening to the slurp
of
> Tina's dripping cunt, which smelled similar to mine -- not too strong or
> fishy
> like girls I had stood near in the gym. I made her scream with pleasure so
> that John could hear her all the way in Chicago. She went to work on me
with
> a vengeance and John shot off yet again.
> Because the call was getting expensive we hung up and Tina and I
sat
> on the linoleum, which was wet with sweat and love juices. We were both
> still
> very horny but not much interested in each other alone. John's aural
> presence
> had been the catalyst, and we were not inspired to proceed without another
> man's presence.
> So we went to separate beds satisfied at how bold we had been and
> yet
> not totally satisfied for lack of physical contact with a man.
> I wonder if I'll ever find a New York lover as open and as much of
a
> friend as John is.
> I wonder if John will ever come to New York so that I can finally
> get
> under the covers with him and play submarine captain -- you know, up his
> periscope.
> More than that, I wonder if John and I will have as good a time in
> person as we do over the phone. I know that I want to give it a try.
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