Phone Sex Works  

reneeholiday2000 60F
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4/5/2006 4:47 am
Phone Sex Works


As I lie and dream in my wakened state, of course as I have come to know you, in my thoughts, I remember my most secret self and what I have never given to any man who didn’t admire and require my worship and I see you placing me, naked, on your bed. My face buried in your pillow where I can smell the essence of you. A place you have yet to let me sleep.

You’re telling me to spread my legs as far as I can. I do, as I always do, what you have said. My knees are holding my hips just raised my round and cumbersome ass up toward you. My body is quivering and shakes as I fear what will happen to me under your direction. Then you tell me with a voice in authority, “Tell me what you want me to do” but my fear overcomes me I can’t say a word. I can only squeeze out of my throat, “I’m scared” and I weep. Then your arms come down upon me and your hands hold mine at the wrist and you reply, “Tell me, what I want to take from you.” I beg, “Please take it from me” your response is short and with volume, “What shall I take?”

Tears and whimpers and volume mixed and from my heart rushes the words you demand to hear before you make me yours forever. I cry out, “Take me up my ass. I and every part of me is yours.” But you hold back there must be something more I haven’t pleased you in some way. MY heart aches for fear that I have disappointed you and I say. “My master?” There is no sound of your voice and my heart sinks. I can only imagine you are asking yourself and reminded that this hole you are about to conquer is my last link to independence from your influence. Perhaps before today I could have walked a way but after this it will be you that can’t walk away. Do you want to take me? Will you be the fickle man that you are take me with out the responsibility knowing I will never go and that when that time comes you will have to send me away. Does it cross your mind before you enter me in MOST secret self that if you sent me away after this I might do as you say and go and how would that affect you. So many women give this to you when ever you want it. Is this really any different to you? You must wonder is it any different for me. “She”, that’s me “could be full of games”. Indeed how will you know?

The quiet and the lack of action brings true tears to my eyes. Now I want you in there and the pain means nothing to me. I don’t know what to do or say so I hold back my emotions then I feel your back in control before the beautiful head of your cock pushes against my unprepared ass hole you spit and spit again till there is sufficient lubrication. Your masterful finger enters me and I moan for the excitement MY hips are pressing back in order to take all you hands and fingers are preparing me for and then your penis larger than I ever remembered presses in and my tears of fear have to turned to tears of pain and regret. I know it will last just a few long minutes until everything is set and I bear up under the pressure. I love you of that I am sure.

But then you are just a voice on my telephone

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