Fertile Phone Sex
Fertile phone sex can be hot. What is “fertile phone sex?” Well impregnation calls are fairly popular, and odd as it may sound, ones into this sort of fantasy may have zero desire for children at all. I’m quite anti child myself, yet love this sort of call. Many callers into it also seem to have no desire for kids, yet the thought of getting a woman pregnant, flooding their womb with seed is a potent fantasy.
I felt bad when a personal phone sex partner of mine that’s nearly 30 years old said never once in his entire life has he had unprotected sex. Not once, not even with monogamous girlfriends. Even with them being on the pill, he was too terrified of pregnancy to chance having sex without a condom. He likes to talk about impregnation at times since it’s so far removed from what he’s had sexually.
There’s a type of intimacy, a closeness that comes from this sort of conversation as you’re masturbating with someone. Another partner of mine in the past said he nearly came at the thought of it when I said I wanted him to get me pregnant. It can be that powerful an image and thought. Sometimes saying “I Love You” also enhances this sort of call. Intimate phone sex to me is the sexiest kind of all. Not for everyone, I understand that, but for ones into it, it’s special. So would you like to talk about giving me your baby? Want me to tell you I love you as you fill me up with your baby batter? Give me a call tonight.
My Boyfriend The Cuckold
My new boyfriend of the last few months, he’s a good and decent guy, but things in the bedroom haven’t been, well, spectacular shall we say. I didn’t want to break up with him, but I knew something needed to change and fast. I have a high sex drive, always have my entire life. He’s not only not able to meet my demands sexually, he’s a bit small as well. He just doesn’t have that high of a sex drive. Lowest sex drive of any boyfriend I’ve ever had. A couple times a month and he’s fine. Well that’s not find by me. I want usually daily sex. He’s not even willing to go to the doctor about it and have his hormone levels tested or anything.
I told him the only way I’d not break up with him is if I start seeing other guys on the side to help with my libido that he’s not able to. He was a bit surprised, but what did he think, I was just going to masturbate between sex sessions with him a couple of times a month? I’m not living that way, why even have a boyfriend if that’s what I’m getting? I told him I had a date that night and I did. I got all dolled up and knew the evening was being capped with a cock in my pussy.
I came home six hours later, full of cum and exhausted from cumming so much. My pussy had been fingered, licked and fucked several times and I had a smile on my face from ear to ear. He didn’t ask, but I knew he was curious. He said he wasn’t horny, as usual, but he’d lick my pussy if I wanted. I was tired, but never too tired for tongue on my cunt. He said he wanted to taste another man’s cum dripping out of me and that he did. I straddled his face and it plopped right in, glob by creamy glob as he licked my once again stiffened clit. My juices all over his face. I think we just might get used to this little arrangement after all.
Bizarre Things That Happen On Calls
Some might be curious about some things that go on during phone sex calls, after all, they can’t actually see me, so guys often have no idea what’s going on on my end of the phone. Usually I’m just calmly sitting in my chair as I do a call, 98% of the time. When one works from home though, things can happen that you aren’t anticipating and things can go awry at a moment’s notice.
A couple of funny stories I can share for your entertainment, that show how professional I can be and maintain my composure and concentration and have the caller not know a thing is amiss on my end. A couple of years ago I’d just gotten out of the shower and the phone rang and I walked in and sat on the edge of my bed, still naked and was talking to a caller and all of a sudden I felt some activity behind me, so I looked over my shoulder and one of my cats was behind me. Nothing unusual about that, but then I felt something wiggling against my bare hip. I turned around further and one of my cats had a live mouse between his paws and the wiggling I felt was the face of the mouse burrowing into my body. It’s a wonder it didn’t bite me. Keep in mind I was talking to the caller and couldn’t let on anything was going on. I reached to my bedside box of Kleenex and then picked up the still live mouse and held it alive and squirming in my hand for twenty minutes as the call continued.
The caller had no idea what was going on as his phone sex call commenced. After the call I then ran down the stairs, still naked, and flung it out the door and the caller was none the wiser. Not many women could pull that off. I didn’t scream, but my hand cramped from holding it in the same position for so long and I didn’t want to squeeze the mouse. Later when I went outside, I saw it though, the stress of it had killed it. It was alive when I tossed it out, but apparently died shortly thereafter, after walking a mere few inches.
More recently I was given the task by my vet to collect a urine sample from one of the cats. No easy task, let me tell you! I’d removed the hood off the box and set up a flashlight and sample cup by the box that was within my view. Cats don’t go on demand or as often as people and it can take a couple of days to get the opportunity. I’d been laying in wait for 2 days, and of course I had just started a call when I saw them headed to the box. I jumped up, phone cradled between neck and shoulder, grabbed the flashlight in one hand and the sample cup in the other, and bingo! I was able to capture the sample as I was talking to the caller and they were none the wiser. So you see, you never really know what’s going on on the other end of the phone. Usually as I said, it’s just business as usual, but once in a blue moon there can be bizarre things going on a caller would never guess in a million years.
Phone Sex For The Lonely
When most people think of phone sex lines , they are usually of course thinking of guys calling up to talk when they masturbate. This is of course true in most cases. However some guys call up that are simply lonely and want a sympathetic ear to listen to them. That’s fine too. Some will call and tell you about their loveless and sexless marriages they won’t leave, others have mother issues, and are still living at home in their 40’s and cannot break free from her apron strings, and likely never will until she dies. Their lives wasted and empty at mother’s side as she saps the life out of them like a psychic vampire. They have no friends, they sure will never have any woman, there’s only room in their life for one woman, and her name is mom.
Some are sissies that have no life other than their own panty filled secret lives, friendless and lonely. No woman wants them either, most think they are gay, some are adult virgins with no hope of a relationship. I never write about sissies or feminization in my blogs, because quite frankly I don’t want to attract them, so if I don’t write about them, the search engines have no content from this site about them, so they don’t ever see this site as a result on their searches. Many phone girls love sissies, but I’m not one of them. I have a few that call, but I don’t need or want to attract more. It’s not a specialty of mine at all, but some of them are very lonely people and call phone sex lines like this.
I’m here to listen, give advice when asked, and I give it many times even when not asked and most are resistant to change and will not take any advice, but lonely and sad people sometimes call with no sex at all on their minds, they are just desperate for conversation at times with another human being. I’m glad I can be there for them to unburden themselves on however temporary that might be for them.
Masturbating In The Tub
Recently I had a couple of house guests over for the weekend. An old friend of mine and her teenage son. I hadn’t seen the young man in a few years and he was all grown up now, just graduated from high school a few weeks ago. I had my friend set up in the guest room, and he was on a pull out sofa bed in the living room. It was late and they were both asleep, or so I thought, and I wanted to have a nice relaxing bubble bath before I went to bed. My en suite bathroom isn’t close to the living room, so I didn’t think a thing of it when I was in the tub relaxing to do as I normally do in the tub and masturbate.
I love to lay back, eyes closed, before I let the tub fill with water, aim the faucet right on my clit. It’s usually a fairly fast orgasm , then I let the tub fill and enjoy the rest of my bath. I guess I was moaning a bit since I heard something and saw out of the corner of my eye the teenage boy standing in the bathroom door way that was open a bit. I whispered to come in and close the door. He looked so shocked! I told him to sit down on the toilet and we could visit while I had my bath. I continued to let the water pour over my clit and had an orgasm as he sat and watched me. I could see the tent in his boxer shorts and told him to touch himself.
He took out his young cock and started pumping it in his hand as he watched me get off with the warm water bubbling over my clit. I did cum pretty fast, and he wasn’t long after me and then we chatted as I bathed. It was a bit naughty and we didn’t do anything more, but it was fun to watch and be watched. I’m sure his mom wouldn’t have been too impressed, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
