Last night I spent the evening alone, and I got really horny. I hadn’t yet used my one time a week permitted masturbation, and since it was Saturday I figured I had better get a move on! After rubbing myself through my pants for a while, I got out my bullet vibe, took the pants off and put a towel under my ass in case I squirted. I got myself all sorts of worked up, teasing and riding the edge. Then I started to fantasize.
I fantasized about calling up MasterDoc and telling him how horny I was. I loved thinking about telling him all about how I was a naughty girl, frantically playing with myself. (You may ask why I didn’t, and it’s because he was supposed to see his daughter last night and that would hardly be the time to call him with that.) It was so hot thinking about telling him all about what I’m doing to myself. The funny thing about this fantasy is that I suck at phone sex in reality. I clam up and have a hard time speaking (although not a hard time breathing heavy and moaning). But I loved thinking about his voice on the other end of the phone as I masturbated. When I came, I came really hard and for a while. I squirted a tiny bit as well. I find myself more and more thinking about MasterDoc as I masturbate. I moaned out loud as I came. I didn’t want to stop coming or touching myself, but of course all good things must end. I put my toy away and went back to watching the movie I was watching before my horniness took over.
Your post makes me miss my bullet vibe! I’ve worn out two now and haven’t had a chance to replace the latest fallen soldier yet.
A voice can be such an amazingly sexy tool; a nice deep rumble really gets to me. The phone sex idea would be so much fun, but I clam up too. Kind of kills that idea.
I used to cyber quite a bit, but it just doesn’t have the same appeal these days. Besides, it still doesn’t replace a low voice growling a command into the phone…
Damn. I miss my bullet.