Lester was a loner who lived on Lamie Lane and he was just not satisfied with the way that his life was going. Something was missing, he just felt boring and ordinary and he longed for something or someone to spice up his bland soup of a life. He worked in sales and rarely sold anything, even his job life was less than desirable. Yes, he got to meet new people but more or less, they were all just the same.
They either slammed doors in his face or politely told him that they were not interested in whatever he was selling – they were not up to buy. He just had enough of it all and needed a break with something new, something bold, something sexy. He saw an ad a few times on his Facebook feed for a company that advertised bdsm phone sex and he decided that he would call as soon as he got home.
At least he would have anonymity he thought to himself, so if things did not go his way at least the person over the phone would not know his real name, where he lived, what he did for a living or what he looked like. So, he gave it a try when he got home and he was immediately enamored with my aura, my presence, my voice over the phone. He was enamored, and intrigued that someone who had not even met him was able to read him as thorough as a book.
I made sure to tease and deny him the pleasures of what comes with sensual masturbation in order for him to take his orgasm to the peak of explosion but then holding himself back from releasing. Afterwards I would encourage his imagination to believe that he was being watched from head to toe by an ogling voyeuristic audience and he expressed that the wait made his cock throb and twitch.
Lester could not understand how I knew he had a need to be both publicly and privately humiliated and ruthlessly teased and how at times we would frequently fluctuate between the topic of cbt phone sex and then energetically jump over to an extreme version of dominatrix phone sex. He would be instructed to watch me get pleasured by my boyfriend while he watched on his knees in the corner and then he would he summoned to lick his seminal fluid out of my saturated vagina. Or he would have to clean off the cock of my boyfriend while he waited patiently for his dick milk to fill up in the back of his throat until he was instructed to swallow with a smile. Either fantasy is so real as can be and we always enjoy ourselves immensely. With erotic sex over the phone, there are no limitations unless you or your phone partner put limitations into place.
Sex over the telephone absolutely and entirely so much fun – and even more so when you don’t have to worry about strings being attached or jealous spouses interfering and you can easily fuck a stranger without worrying about the consequences. The reason is there are no consequences over the phone – instead the idea of “if you scratch my back, I will scratch yours” rains supreme.
You can be like how Lester was and continue to do your job and live on Lamie Lane, but when you are home and you pick up the phone, I will be there to tell you exactly what you need to do. You have had time to ponder and think about calling while you walked aimlessly around your house, and now it is time to actually do the part after the thought and that is to call 1-888-430-2010 immediately. Let us role-play and I will make you my little bitch or my little human house pet. My pleasure, wants, needs and desires come before your own. So, know your role and it is best that you play it well. It is time to find out if you have what it takes to go from round to round with me, your Aunt Brenda.
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