Steamy Word Guy

This isn’t a story but more of a confessional. One of my rare blog entries that really is just me yapping.

I’ll admit it, I’ve had quite a bit of phone sex. And I fucking love it! Back in the early Internet days (at least mine that is…1995-ish) I would stalk live chat rooms with all the other desperate folks out there into the late hours of the evening (and morning), looking for hot and bothered women in adult-themed rooms.

A lot of one on one conversations were started and continued on for some time as a result of many of those nights and there were quite a few that turned into phone sex. One of the most appealing things to me is knowing a woman wants to do it…BAD! That she aches to hear me and for me to make her cum and is dying to touch herself (with or without toy) and cum hard and loud for me.

When most people think of phone sex they think of the whispery voiced, high pitched or low pitched women answering the 900 number or back in the day – 976 number (yes I did waste money on those too). The other thought is “what are you doing right now?” “Oh, uh, ah, I’m touching myself. How about you?” etc., etc. Or lastly, just the moaning and groaning as each party masturbates or pretends to masturbate.

When I first ventured into phone sex beyond the professional money pits, I approached it like I did chatting and writing…I was and am descriptive. I use words to describe the tingling sensation of my tongue sliding down your spine as your rock hard nipples press against the cold window pane creating a power hot and cold sensation through your body.

Of course the bonus, for me and hopefully for the woman on the other end, is that you can hear the breathing, moaning and instant reactions while each person actually does masturbate. Because the truth is, for me, the turn on comes from knowing you are mastrubating and cumming to my words and the thought of me making you cum live and in person. Just as it is in person I love to know when you cum and I love to hear you tell me you’re cumming and to hear you gasp, tremble, moan and maybe even scream.

I haven’t done this in a very long time. Honestly. If I think really hard (never hard enough to hurt myself though), I’d say it’s been over 5 years. Now that is A LONG TIME considering I almost did it nightly with new or existing phone sex partners for a good year to two years at one stretch.

The last time I did it I was in my car believe it or not. It was in a parking garage at work around lunch time. I scooted the seat back, had my handy little bottle of lotion (that I always have near me) and my phone. It was with a woman that I not only met online years before and met in person one time…for a weekend in a city that neither one of us lived in. We did not leave that hotel room ONCE!

She got back in touch with me after years and it wasn’t long before we were on the phone and I could hear her vibrator buzzing as she breathed so heavy, moaning softer then louder until she exploded for me…all while I told her exactly how I’d be fucking her if I were right there with her at that moment.

Occasionally, I’ve run across a partner who I too have enjoyed listening to talk beyond just her sounds of masturbation, moaning and cumming. But I do love a woman that talks!

Part of this rambling is simply to share the fact that I look at phone sex as a morphing of the heavy breathing and moaning and how I write. I love to be descriptive when I talk and I love to actually talk. It’s also much more personal and of course I don’t talk like I’m reading a fucking story with “she did this” and “then we did that”. Making it personal is the best part.

The tricky part with me these days is finding the time. I can’t accomplish this shit at home anymore unless I am all alone or I do it somewhere like my car in the middle of the day. At least I’m off work every other Friday! So, anyone that wants to call me, here my phone number: (83…

Ha! Like I would do that!

Getting off on the phone is hot!