JUST. LIKE. THAT. Phonesex

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I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, I thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

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Dark Secrets Phonesex Part 3

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I awoke screaming. There was a roaring buzz in my ears. Gasping for breath, my naked body shivering, chilled with sweat as I pulled satin sheets tight about me. With trembling hand I reached for the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on. My hands they shook as I took cigarette, lit it and took long, deep drag. Why had the dream come back yet again, I thought, silently watching the smoke curl and twine itself in the air before me. After all this time, that damn dream, the one that never seemed to away. I blew out puff of smoke defiantly, with false bravado.

My brother Nik, well I had not seen him since I left London over a decade ago. That one last time in London when he found me where I had run so far to escape him. Nik, my brother, with his head bent over my breasts, suckling on them, biting, stroking down my torso, his hard cock pressed against me as he stuck his fingers deep inside me and my body, with will of its own began to move and buck beneath him. I wept with desire and shame as he straddled me and drove himself hard between my thighs.

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Deeper, My Love, Deeper Phonesex

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Come with me, my love, yes come with me now, come deep beyond this mundane world to the other side, beyond the veil. Surrender yourself to the power of my Erotic Hypnosis and come with me deep into a whole new universe of infinite possibilities where there exists only you and me and whatever we desire becomes reality, a world where anything and everything is possible.Do you remember the most powerful, mind blowing orgasm you have ever felt? Yes, remember it now….

But understand that this will be different than anything you have ever felt, betterdeeper , more intense than anything you have ever known. Are you are ready to come with me now, my love? Yes, come with me. Take my hand and let us go…. Deeper and Deeper….

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Even Then Phonesex

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For many years now, men, they fall under my power.  I began to notice this when I was but 13 and the school master, he could not keep his eyes from me and would become distracted when he lectured if he happened to look at me. Then he would pointedly NOT look at me. And once I had noticed this in him, I began to notice other men staring at me too, looking little bit startled when first they saw me and turning their heads to continue watching me pass them by. Also women, that up and down swipe of what I later realized was envy.

I would go home to our little house and gaze in the mirror, intently studying what it was about me that seemed to intrigue them so. Was it my lips which were full and sensual, yes even then. Was it my eyes? For truly even then they did have something in them that was hypnotic. They seemed as though there were deep thoughts going on behind them, that I was not merely contemplating trivial things. And indeed, I was not. No, even then, I was a keeper of secrets. I had to be. There was much that needed to be kept secret.

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Your Demon Lover Phonesex

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You are frightened, quivering with fear though you cannot say why. You have this creeping terror, these cumulative shudders. It is night time, you tell yourself dismissively. It is that time of year, for some reason it always makes you a little bit jumpy.

But you are right to be afraid, for it is coming close to All Hallow’s Eve when the veil between the worlds it is so thin it hardly even exists at all and creatures like I, we gain strength and prey upon unsuspecting fools like you. You left your window open, darling. You should not have done that for I require no invitation and I have been watching and wanting you for awhile now. Wanting to fuck you, to possess you, to own you, body and soul.

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The Tsarina Giantess Phone Sex

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In my Kingdom we tell many strange tales. Tales of vampyres who can only be kept at bay by crucifixes, holy water and ropes of garlic. Of witches like that most evil of all witches, Baba Yaga, who lives in a hut built from the bones of men and women, set a top a pair of scaly legs of large chicken that runs as she commands it, pursuing her victims to add their bones to her grotesque collection. We tell tales of men who turn into fierce werewolves when the moon it is full, tales of spirits who cannot rest but are condemned to walk the earth in form of wraiths and can be seen by those who are sensitive to such occult beings.  And stories also of Giantesses and shrinking men.

But you see, these are not mere fairy tales or imaginings. They are true things and I believe in them completely for I have seen with my own eyes some of the things that after first youth, you closed your eyes to, perhaps with more than a little regret. And I have many times in my life become a Giantess….

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Fucking my Stepson ~Like Father, Like Son? Phone Sex

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“Would you like a taste,” I ask holding my freshly manicured hand out towards him fingers glistening with juice from my wet pussy. He swallowed hard saying nothing. Timidity had all but replaced the air of bravado he so desperately tried to maintain. I see his erection underneath his trousers and this arouses me even more, to know how much he desires me.

“What is it?” I say. “Does pussy cat have your tongue?” 

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Manhattan MILF Phonesex

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“What is this MILF,” I ask almost indignant, for my instincts tell me she is meaning this as insult.”You never hear that before? ” Beth and I were having brunch together. “It means, “mother I like to fuck.”But I am not mother. I do not understand.”It has more to do with your age,” she said, turning her attention back towards her barely touched meal. “Is  good thing, trust me. The hot older woman she is really all the rage.”Older, I thought, me? I was certainly older than Beth who had just become legal in this country to drink, but I was the youngest of all my inner-circle. 35 it is not old. “I mean come on,” she continues, “you must notice all the men they are constantly checking you out?” Well, yes of course but has always been. Everywhere I go I find there are men watching me their eyes devouring me savouring each and every inch of my form.

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Enter Jasmine’s Dungeon Phone Sex

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You know you want me. You know you need me. You have been bad boy, a naughty boy, deliberately so, because punishment and humiliation is what you crave. That in itself is pathetic but what else do I expect from total loser like you? And worm like you,  special little worm gets special punishment, yes? Not just any punishment though will do. No, what you crave is cruel, degrading sexual and psychological punishment that only I can provide. Yes, I, your one and only Mistress will have you crawling on your knees and whimpering like bitch, begging me . What do you beg me for? Oh maybe you beg me to stop laughing at you oh boo hoo poor baby–FEH. Or perhaps to laugh even more, maybe to spit on you or whip you harder, maybe to put on big strap on and fuck your ass senseless, maybe loosen your collar, maybe bark like my little pet Fido, maybe to finally let you cum because your balls are about to burst, maybe to let you clean my tall stiletto boots with your tongue.

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“Call me Jasmine” Phone Sex

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“Pronouns, damn it, pronouns,” my husband Edward say sternly into his mobile telephone. We were in the back of our limousine, just leaving the city limits. “What did I hire you for huh? If you can’t do  simplest thing, what good are you?”

Lately with Edward it was all business, dollars and cents, dollars and cents, all the time, nothing else would he talk about. I didn’t bother to respond or even engage him  in conversation, instead I let my eyes wander, watching the Manhattan skyline disappear into the background and recalled how during youth I longed for that city, to be part of it, to be part of something. How magnificent I thought, when first gazing upon the architecture, the endless glass of the high-rise buildings, the streets ripe with automobiles and people, all the people, living their lives, unaware of the glory of their surroundings, taking for granted and never marveling at the ingenuity of man. Now when I look at it, all these years later, I see nothing but garishness. Little boys in big suits, sleeping with each others wives and stabbing their partners in the back. 

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