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First Time Phone Sex

First time phone sex is… Exhilarating! Fun. Secretive. Naughty. Maybe a little scary… And very…rewarding!

And, let me say straight off, that the absolute best thing about phone sex (in my opinion) is the lush, excitingly dirty array of possibilities it lays, so alluring, before us. Be anyone. Try anything. Imagine everything exactly the way you need/want it to be! Within the world of phone sex, we explore the depths of arousal, kinks and fantasy. We are limited by no more than our individual imaginations and personal preferences.

I still remember the intense thrill of encouraging and experiencing phone sex with my boyfriends, as a teenager. So often, more exciting and fulfilling than the real life act. The human mind has, after all, always provided the epitome of aphrodisiacal fruit!

I remember being too shy to ask my boyfriends to say the things I wanted most to hear, from them. I also remember though, the intense reaction of my body when they would at last find the courage to tell me all the dirty, naughty, sexy, TEASING things they wanted to do to my body. I was relentless in creatively finding ways to coax and inspire them to “open up” to me about their desires… I couldn’t get enough of those dirty, wicked conversations! I remember brushing inexperienced fingers over the wet spot on my panties, while I listened with rapt attention, wanting, yearning, and every part of my body gone electric with desire. Even now, remembering those daring, late-night phone calls, their tentative exploration–so delicious to an inexperienced teen girl–is making me wet! Such simple things too, back then… I remember how it would light my body on fire when a boy told me, in husky, excited tones, that he wanted to pull my shirt off, unclasp my bra, and take my nipples between his lips. How he hoped I might wear a skirt to the movies with him, so that he could easily slip his hand beneath it to play with me in the dark theater. I remember how it would make me pant and moan to hear him talk about sliding his fingers inside me for the first time, and whisper about how badly he wanted to taste me. I remember the thrill of those blunt and brazen statements, like “I want to fuck you so deep and hard!” or “Oh my god, Vanessa–I want to be inside you so badly right now–I could just cum in my pants, thinking about it!”. Not so taboo, by more mature standards, but when you are a teen girl speaking in hushed tones over the phone, to an equally excited boy (whom your parents wouldn’t allow you to be left alone, behind closed doors with) it was ALL the allure of the forbidden, and more!

First-time phone sex is quite simply a sexual delicacy for which I can only be thankful! The act of phone sex is still one of my favorite activities today, and my memories of those first times, are enough to get my blood pumping even now.

As a phone sex operator, the experience takes on a new level of excitement; encountering strangers and varying pallets of desire. I will admit that I still feel a touch of nervousness when the phone rings… I’ve been told, by a few of my regular callers, that nervousness occurs on both sides. While I don’t feel that I am someone that anyone should feel nervous about speaking with, I will admit that those nerves can add an extra spice to the experience, of its own.

Are you considering a first-time phone sex experience? Perhaps the first time with a new lover, or maybe the first time with a phone sex operator, like myself… Well, the first thing you need to know is that there are no hard and fast rules… There are endless ways to begin that conversation and even more possibilities for its continuation and that explosive finale. Communication is obviously key. Phone sex would be impossible without it!

It can start with a casual mention of wanting. Or, by reciting a sexy story first, to get the juices flowing… Perhaps a suggestion of role-play, of other professions, costumes or characters. One of the easiest ways to initiate phone sex is to share a fantasy. There really are endless options…

Now, if you are thinking about first-time phone sex with a PSO or phone sex operator, there are perhaps a few basic niceties to keep in mind…

First, always take the time to familiarize yourself with your chosen operators website. Our websites contain vital information. Such as our limits and boundaries, our specialties and preferences, our times of availability, our individual rates, options and methods of payment, notes and bios to acquaint you with our individual personalities, and much more…

When you are contacting individual operators, it is important to realize that we are human. In other words, we are not awake and available 24 hours a day! We need to take time for ourselves, to rest, to bathe, to cook, and many of us have families who need us, at times–times when we can’t drop everything to run for the phone. So, look for our indicators to tell you if we are available. Many of us can make ourselves available with a quick email notification to let us know that you want us… And, don’t assume that texting will reach us. Many PSO’s use landlines to ensure a clear call. Land lines don’t generally accept texts, unless your girl is using a service such as Google Voice.

Once you’ve established that your lady is available and eagerly waiting to be swept off her feet (and directly into your bed!), the next thing to tackle is payment.

While many girls still accept credit card payments over the phone, many are also beginning to switch to online payments, only. Online payments provide more security to yourself, help the girls to avoid chargebacks and unfortunate penalty fees, and also help us to keep our prices reasonable because we don’t have so many credit card fees to deal with. Online payment is a very good thing! Only very rarely will a girl accept PayPal. PayPal is not particularly friendly to the adult industry… Particularly when it comes to the sex trade. It also provides no privacy for either party. I do not recommend asking your PSO to accept PayPal.

So, follow her website instructions to pay online, or phone your girl and give her your credit card information (provided she takes payment that way). Her page/website should tell you how she charges for time. Many girls charge for “blocks” of time. In other words, if you expect that you will only need 10 minutes to reach heaven, then you will pay for a 10 minute block of time. If you want to go slow, explore, and have all the time in the world to ravish your baby thoroughly, you might choose to pay for a 1-hour block of time.

There are some phone sex services which will allow you to pay per minute. Whether or not this saves you money, depends… Personally, I only charge for the phone sex portion of the conversation, itself. I don’t charge for questions or other “get to know you” conversation which excludes sexual content. Girls who charge per minute directly, from the moment they accept your call, often charge for the entire conversation, including your questions and other polite conversation. These girls are often motivated to keep you on the phone as long as they possibly can, so that the meter keeps running. Whereas, girls who charge for a block of time, tend to be more mindful of your designated schedule. In my experience, it typically costs callers less when they pay for blocks, because of these things. it also means you aren’t going to keep running up your bill if you don’t properly hang up your phone or initiate a pocket dial.

From this point on, all the really fun stuff starts! Once you are settled up on your payment, you can snuggle in with your phone sex kitten and really start to make her purr! And, believe me, no one purrs like a phone sex operator!

I, personally, love to be a caller’s first time phone sex experience! I love it! I love the opportunity to make a caller feel comfortable and wanted. To answer their questions… and maybe even make them blush. I love their wonder and appreciation at the excitement of their first time phone sex experience.

Again, remembering my own first-time phone sex experiences, it thrills me to share that exhilaration with others!

Have I answered your questions about first-time phone sex? If not, please feel free to contact me! I would love to hear from you and to have the opportunity to tell you anything else you might wish to know. Also, don’t hesitate to contact me to schedule your own first time phone sex session!

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Adventures in Marriage ~ One ~ Shes Ass-king for it!

Adventures in Marriage ~ ONE ~ She’s Ass-king for it!

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

Excerpt from Dina’s Fuck Journal:

 

I’d decided to introduce Mark to my high-school cheer uniform and, I  must admit, even though I workout regularly and watch what I eat, I was nonetheless amazed that I could still squeeze into it after all these years! Sure, the hem barely concealed my ass, but at 29 years old, I still look smokin’ in it!

Slipping into the short, pleated white, blue and gray outfit, I paired it with white knee-high socks, clean white sneakers, and bound my strawberry blond hair into the obligatory pigtails. Beneath the skirt, I hid a surprise for my husband–a pair of sweet white lace boyshort panties which came high enough in back to expose the round bottoms of my tanned, toned ass cheeks.

Quietly, I sneaked downstairs to find Mark lounging on the couch in jeans and an open plaid shirt. My carpenter works hard and it definitely showed on his toned chest and deliciously flat abs. I couldn’t wait to play!

Addressing him as though he were a neighbor, and in my sweetest teen girl voice, I caught his attention by saying “Hey…Mr. Jones?”. Glancing up at me, his brief look of confusion changed quickly to one of shock and delight!

I shyly approached, coming to stand before him, between his spread knees. Not taking his eyes off my legs, where his gaze was fixed on a location just below the hem of my skirt, he clicked the TV remote to “off”. I saw his mood shift from relaxed to predatory. Perfect.

I pouted, telling him “I got kicked off the squad today… Captain told me my ass got too big over summer break. She said I couldn’t be in A squad anymore. She told me that my ass was good for nothin’ if it’s this big… You don’t think my ass is good for nothin’, do you, Mr. Jones?”. I turned to give him a view of just how scantily covered my rounded ass was in the tiny skirt. It was true after all, even if I had stayed in excellent shape all these years, that my ass was bigger than it had been in high school… His fingers went immediately up the back of my skirt and brushed the lace beneath. My pussy throbbed at the contact.

Mark told me darkly “I can think of a few things that your ass is good for, baby…”.

“Really? Like what?” I asked over my shoulder, while I began to make my way back to the stairs. Mark rose from the couch, following, stalking me with a predatory gaze. I was careful to stay ahead of him, just out of reach as I made my way to the second floor…like a proper little prick-tease. A prick-tease who would soon get exactly what was coming to her.

When he caught up with me in the bedroom, he didn’t hesitate. He pressed himself against my back, wrapping his arms around me and sliding his hands down my body, fingers seeking the edge of that skirt. His cock was rock hard against my back, so I gasped playfully, asking “Mr. Jones! What are you doing! You shouldn’t touch me that way… Daddy will be so angry if he finds out”.

Mark’s lips curled into what I suspect was a wicked smile, against the top of my head “Are you going to tell him, little Dina?”

“Well…..no.” I admitted, trying to sound convincingly uneasy. I struggled to keep the smile out of my voice.

He pulled me towards the dresser, opened the top drawer…and extracted a familiar bundle of nylon rope. I effected a nervous frown, asking him ” Wh-what’s that for?”

“To make sure you stay put while I show you what that juicy round ass is really good for.”

“But…what if I don’t want that?”

“It makes no difference. I mean, you can try to get away, of course–” he said “but I’ll catch you…and it will just make me want to fuck you harder”.

So, naturally…I tried. Ducking beneath his arm, I barely took one step before he locked an arm around me and easily wrestled me down onto the bed, face to the matress. He held me down with his knee while he guided my arms up over my head. He began wrapping the rope around my wrists. My breaths came faster. I was too turned on by this point to try making a break for it again. Those little white lace panties of mine, were soaked!

Once my hands were bound, Mark, remaining in character, asked me how old I was. Feeling scandalous, I told him “I’m 15”. He asked me if anyone had ever licked my pussy before. I told him “My boyfriend did once but we almost got caught and he had to stop…”

“Well, no one is going to find us here and I am certainly not going to stop” Mark replied. Then said “You’re going to get that pussy licked properly this time”. He reached beneath my pleated skirt and began to drag down the lacy white boyshorts, making a growl of approval as he did so. He slid them down my legs and off, tossing them to the floor. He pulled my legs open, none-too-gently, and settled between them. He pushed the skirt up over my ass, sliding his fingers between my ass cheeks as he did so. Pressing his face into my ass next, he began tonguing my tight little asshole…he paused just long enough to say “Oh, little Dina…I’ll bet no boy ever did this to you before. You must feel so dirty…and you should”. I squirmed, moaning. It felt fucking amazing! Then, before long, he moved down to make good on his earlier promise.

Working a finger into my tight little asshole, he sucked and nibbled my clit, making me whimper and cry out. His finger slowly moved more deeply into my ass while he ate me aggressively. On the verge of cumming, I ground my pussy back against his face. Abruptly, he stopped, earning my whine of protest. An evil chuckle was his only reply.

He rolled me over onto my side then. Readjusting the rope, he brought my wrists down in front of my chest, crisscrossing the dangling lengths of rope. He drew them up around my neck then down my back, crossing them again before binding my ankles. He left a generous amount of slack.

Part of the reasoning for that slack became clear when he pulled my wrists down so that my hands reached to between my thighs. He then handed me my hot pink, rabbit-style vibrator. Leaning close, he said softly against my ear “You’re going to fuck yourself with that, little girl”.

With a quiver in my voice, I asked “What are you going to do to me?”.

He undressed, making me wait for the answer. All the while he kept his eyes on me; the weight of their intensity making me ache. Finally, he wrapped a hand around his incredibly hard, nearly-eight-inch cock, and said “Baby, I’m going to fuck you with this. But, I’m going to put it deep inside that sweet round ass of yours. You’re going to go home tonight with my cum dripping out of your ass, down your pretty thighs, and you’ll still be feeling what I did to you, tomorrow morning when you walk to school”.

Damn, role-playing with Mark is hot!

I protested, telling him “It’s too big to put there and it’s wrong! Please, Mr. Jones! It won’t fit, it’ll hurt and I’m scared”.

“It doesn’t matter” a wicked grin curved his delicious lips. “You’re getting it up your tight ass, whether you want it or not…and I will make it fit”.

He pushed the vibrator between my legs and slid it straight into my very wet pussy. He expertly turned it on, setting it to my favorite setting. Then he wrapped my own fingers around the base. I had to concentrate hard on not cumming immediately.

He slid a blindfold over my eyes next–I hadn’t even seen him take that out–and I soon heard the wet sound of him applying lubricant to the length of his cock. I listened hard, the lack of seeing made me hyper aware and my anticipation built to a new intensity.

Then, I felt the head of his dick pressing firmly against my asshole. I couldn’t help it–I shivered, excited. He hesitated only seconds, waiting for the initial resistance of my body to recede…then he was pressing his hard length inside of me.

He began to move deeper inside, then out, then back in…I moaned like the wanton little whore that Mark always turned me into. The vibrator in my pussy…Mark, making me take it up the ass… It felt incredible!

I told him “Too big…it’s too big…”.

He leaned forward to whisper his smug reply–“I’m not even all the way inside of you yet”. I whimpered. He loved it, fucking me faster, going deeper with each thrust until he was indeed all the way inside me. So…deep…inside of me.

While Mark’s shaft moved in long strokes, inside my ass, and my vibrator relentlessly massaged my clit, I was soon taken over with a seemingly endless, intensely-consuming, orgasm. I screamed through it, knowing the neighbors would hear, but didn’t care. It was insane, rendering me utterly helpless! Mark let loose something like a war cry, cumming hard soon thereafter. I could tell that it was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had. As mine was for me.

We lay there for a time, catching our breath. Eventually, Mark pulled out of me, smoothed a lock of my hair and began removing the blindfold, rope and vibrator. He was no longer the lecherous, hot older neighbor. He was again my husband. He lovingly kissed my forehead and murmured against my skin “I’m going to go clean up, then pour you a nice hot bubble bath, love. Rest here until I come get you”. With a boyish smile he rose from the bed and left. I practically purred my delight, watching that man’s gorgeous ass while he walked away. I own that ass, I thought happily. And damn, if he don’t own mine right back!

 

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