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How to Have a Great Phone Sex Session with a PSO

 

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

The first thing you need to know about how to have a phone sex session, is that I want you to enjoy yourself. Through my own sexual experiences and the life I’ve lived, I realize that every individual on this big planet, is unique in their sexual tastes. I don’t expect you to fall into any one category when you call.

I also don’t always expect you to know exactly what you want.

That said, relax! Or, try to. It’s alright to be nervous too… I understand well, what that’s like.

Phone sex sessions are about having fun together, sharing excitement, and exploring. Maybe it’s even about laughter, sharing secrets, and getting to know one another. For some, phone sex is, itself, is a fetish  For some, it is therapeutic. For others, phone sex with an operator can even be downright necessary, based on your lifestyle, physiology, proclivities, etc. Some of us simply have extremely vivid imaginations and therefore find phone sex to be more fulfilling than other sexual experiences (stimulated mind…stimulated body). Whatever the case, or your unique situation/tastes, I am here for you. To be yours.

Learning about all of our individual kinks & turn-ons, can take a lifetime.

Or maybe what you are looking for is just somebody to talk to & feel close to. A session can be about any kind of intimacy, it doesn’t always have to be about sex… 

The number one element to an extremely successful phone sex session, is communication. Be vocal! Whether that means moaning when I say or do something you like, or directly telling me what it is you need. Whatever the case…open your mouth and let it fly!

Personally, I really do get most excited, when I hear how excited you are. Please don’t be shy! I want to know you’re having a good time too, with me. If you aren’t, I want to know how to change that. Like I said, everyone is different. it is my job to pay attention to you, to respond to your pleasure and reactions, and to tailor your session to fulfil your needs. I love this part of my job. I love satisfying my partner…finding that perfect sweet spot and playing with it until you explode for me. I love knowing that I am providing you with a stimulating experience, meant just for you.

If it is important to you to know what it is that turns me on, I suggest you read my Erotica. I have yet to write an erotica short story which did not result in my repeatedly taking breaks to spend quality time with my favorite vibrator. I write about what turns me on!

Remember, our sessions are between you and me… The awesome thing about phone sex is… It’s all fantasy! It’s all exploratory. And it’s all safe. This is where you can explore the things that you might not feel comfortable exploring otherwise. Or perhaps, those things which you simply can’t explore otherwise. Phone sex is generally a safe zone. So let’s play!

Are there some subjects which I am less comfortable with than others or unfamiliar with? Of course! I am human, after all… But I’m always open to communication, experimenting and trying new things. You can always send me an email. I regularly communicate with my clients, or prospective clients, through email. We can email back-and-forth until you feel comfortable with calling me.

If you aren’t entirely sure what it is you need from me, more exploration is necessary. In these cases, scheduling a longer session time. It can be really helpful! We can try many different things and see what you respond to. If you are a regular caller, we can learn more, and more about one another over time. I make it my priority to pay attention and to learn from each session we share together.

Phone sex with an operator can be an exciting, safe, non-committal “play date” to explore what turns you on and gets you off.

So, to sum up, when it comes to how to have phone sex with a PSO…when in doubt, communicate… Otherwise, let’s focus on having a good time together! Be playful and open to exploration with a sweet, kinky PSO!

 

XX, Vanessa

Foot Fetish, Fabulous!

Written by Vanessa Raqs

With practiced precision, her loveliest of lovely nail polish shades, “I Lilac it” by OPI, glided smoothly over her carefully shaped toenails. Her feet had been worked smooth with an emory board, soaked in the bath and moisturized with coconut oil (along with the rest of her). Those feet were looking smooth and flawless.

Fully shaved, clean and with every part of her feeling supple and pampered, Gina, was feeling more relaxed than she had all week.

She sat on her bed, wearing fuzzy, blue plaid pajama pants and a freshly laundered, white tank top. Her silky, dark blond hair was swept up into a messy bun. She had high cheek bones, a clear peaches & cream complexion and her almond-shaped hazel eyes were currently cast down, focused steadily on every stroke of the polish brush.

Gina was lean and athletic–a Pilates instructor–with high, small breasts and gently flaring hips. She was pretty and somewhat delicate looking, but her very long, elegant legs were, without a doubt, her most striking feature. When she put on a pair of high heels and went out dancing with friends, the men couldn’t keep their eyes off her legs!

Today, Sunday, was Gina’s self-pampering day. No work, no other plans or obligations. She always set Sundays aside just for herself. At 23 years old, her life was fairly uncomplicated. She’d even been seeing a great new guy–Drew–although it was still too early to be more than cautiously optimistic. He’d taken her on a couple of fun date nights so far, anyway. He’d been charming, playful and sexy…if a tad too respectful.

Gina couldn’t help hoping he’d make a move on her soon though. She needed to be fucked, badly! Her only vibrator–a pricey but well-worth-it, Lelo number–had just kicked the bucket last weekend…the day after she’d paid to replace all 4 bald tires on her little Neon. She couldn’t, in good conscience, splurge on a decent replacement until her next paycheck. Possibly not until the one after that, actually… After all, her landlord would not likely consider a need for new sex toys as a legitimate excuse for a late rent payment. The thought of asking such a favor did make her chuckle, however.

All ten of her toenails were at last all tended to. She admired her work for a moment before taking up her tablet, intent on reading emails while she waited for the polish to dry.

Several minutes past while she became absorbed in browsing online shoe sales and replying to friends. When the doorbell rang, she was startled halfway out of her own skin!

Tossing her tablet onto the quilt, she sent a quick prayer up to the OPI gods that her perfect polish job was dry enough to avoid damage, and sprinted for the front entry.

Opening the door, she was surprised to discover Drew, her suitor of late. He stood on her neatly swept front stoop, looking just slightly bashful but, as ever, relaxed and appreciative of her appearance. His face, with those rounded boy-next-door features, topped with short and tidy light brown hair, lit up with a grin when he saw her. His forest green eyes smiled too, and swept up, then down the full length of her body. His interested gaze stopped on her feet.

“Cute toes…” He murmured with a peculiar tone in his words, before returning his gaze to her own again. There was something speculative in his expression this time. Was she imagining the heat there?

“Come in! ” She said shyly, smiling brightly at him. He stepped through the door and placed a kiss on her lips, lingering longer than he had at the end of their previous date.

“You look adorable” he told her softly, his lips still pressed lightly against hers. She couldn’t stop a giddy little giggle in reply. That giggle prompted a pleased-sounding “Mmm…” from him, which made her feel warm all over.

His hands came up to brush up and down her sides, slightly lifting the tank top to reveal soft, creamy skin. His eyes danced over the reveal, appreciatively. Drew used his foot to push the door closed behind him. Then he stepped into her, causing her to take a step back towards the wall. He proceeded with another, then another…

Soon, Gina’s back was pressed firmly against the wall. Her breathing was quick and her heart raced. Oh, yes, this day was just getting better and better!

Drew had been nothing less than a perfect gentleman during each of their dates, with the exception of some playful flirting. This was the first time she had encountered this more forceful side of his personality… To call it exciting, was an understatement.

Gina managed a breathless “Bedroom is that way…” between kisses. She lifted her hand to wave at the general direction from which she had come. Being pressed up against him, she felt the rumble in his chest when he laughed in reply to her eagerness

Gina was relatively tall, but slender, with delicate features. Drew was taller by a few inches, fit and built sturdy. He made her feel petite by contrast.

It took her by surprise however, when he bent suddenly, to reach an arm behind her knees. His other arm was around her back, and he quickly lifted her into the air. She gasped but did not protest. She would do nothing to stop this. Not a chance! She needed this, dammit!

He carefully maneuvered her through her kitchen, into a short hallway, and quickly found the door to her bedroom. He playfully tossed her onto the thick quilt, earning a delighted laugh from her. Then he noticed her tablet laying, abandoned on the corner of her bed. The last thing she had been looking at, when the doorbell had chimed, still on the screen–a sexy pair of dark amethyst purple, strappy sandals, with 4-inch heels, shapely arch support, a flirty open toe, and a petite pleated bow accenting the back of the ankle strap. They were something she would love to have for salsa night at the club, with her girlfriends. But, with a price tag of $399, she could only afford to admire them.

Staring intently at the image, Drew growled “I am so buying you those…”.

She managed only to squeak “What–” before he locked his lips over hers again, kissibg her deeply. By the time he had pulled back, she’d forgotten what she was about to say and no longer cared.

He slid his hands under her tank top, then pulled it off over her head. Bent to lick and gently bite each of her tight little rosy nipples, while he loosened the drawstring on her pajama pants. They quickly joined her tank top on the bedroom floor.

It just so happened that the lacey thong panties she wore, perfectly matched the lilac purple shade of her nail polish.

Drew sat back on the bed, taking in the full effect. He grasped each of her feet and placed them flat on the bed, with her knees spread wide, so that he could admire it all–her high, firm breasts, toned tummy, long legs, the delicately sexy panties and perfectly painted toes of her pretty feet. She felt self-conscious as his eyes took her in, inch by inch. But his gaze also set her body on fire. Her tiny panties quickly became soaked!

He lifted her left foot to his lips, kissing the arch. It tickled and thrilled her, sending electricity up through the sole of her foot, to her core. He began to slowly massage her left foot, then his lips were on her big toe. He parted his lips and sucked her toe into his hot, wet mouth. His groan vibrated into her. She felt his tongue glide playfully over the pad of her toe. The sensation was so sensual, sinful and delicious… She moaned! Her head fell back onto the pillow, and he continued to massage the soft skin of her foot, as he tended to each of her toes with lips, tongue and suction.

He paid the same tribute to her right foot, before letting his incredible hands slide slowly up her ankle…her calf…her knee and her long, slender thigh…finally coming to stroke the slick, textured surface of her lace panties.  All the while, he passionately sucked her toes, watching the progress of his fingertips with hooded eyes.

He nudged the drenched fabric aside and his fingers found the smooth shaven flesh of her swollen pussy. She parted her lips to release an eager gasp. He slid two fingers easily into her slippery, tight opening.

He watched her every response, as he finger-fucked her. Loved the way she arched and moaned, rock her hips to invite his fingers deeper into her. Relished the sweet way she whimpered each time he circled his thumb over her tiny clit. And he loved the way she moaned loudest, each time he accented his fingers’ movements with another another suck of her pretty toes!

When she cried out his name “Drew!” with wild desperation in her voice, he went to her. He slid her tiny, drenched, panties off of her slender legs and tossed them over his shoulder. Settling between her legs, he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked on her clit while his fingers massaged her swollen G-spot within. Her cries came louder and more frantic. Gina’s long, elegant legs wrapped around his shoulders and her hands gripped his head, pulling him into her, nearly smothering him.

Gina realized how deliciously naughty it felt to be completely naked and exposed, while being eaten out by a man who hadn’t yet removed a a single piece of clothing.

She came spectacularly for him! Soaking his hand with a warm, wet gush, as the inner walls of her pussy spasmed and clamped around his fingers. Her sweet voice screamed out, uncontrollably with each wave of her orgasm.

When she at last fell limp against the quilt, panting and thoroughly spent, she barely whispered the words “Oh my gosh…I have never…had an orgasm…quite like that, before!”

Drew’s answering chuckle was an octave deeper than before and it rang with satisfaction, as he moved up her body to position his hips between her thighs. He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste her own juices on his lips.

He set up then, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it sail off to land on top of her clothes. He undid his slacks and, with a few practice maneuvers, removed his pants and let them too join the growing pile on the floor.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he reached back his right hand to grasp her left foot again. He pulled it forward and was delighted to see how flexible she was! He soon held her ankle near her own left ear. She smiled comfortably up at him, saying only “Pilates” as an explanation. He smiled back, letting his fingers massage the arch of her foot again. Her gaze softened at the sensual contact. “Mmm…” she breathed.

Putting his weight onto his right elbow, so he would not have to release his grip on her foot, he reached his left hand down to grasp his cock. He was rock hard and dripping with precum! He pressed the thick mushroom head against her tight, wet opening and began to guide it slowly into her. “Fuck–” he bit out, feeling her sheath hugging his length, so hot and snug. Long, slow thrusts in and out of her, felt divine! She moaned, her eager hips meeting him thrust for thrust. She reached down and grasped his ass, digging her pretty purple fingernails into his ass. He began to fuck her harder. Turning his head to one side so that he could lick and suck on her toes while he pounded her cunt for all he was worth. She urged him on with dirty talk, sweet words and whimpers.

It wasn’t long before his balls began to tighten, and the pressure built. He was about to cum…hard!

With one more hasty kiss on her soft, panting pink lips, he pulled out of her and drew her foot towards himself. He pumped his cock with his other hand. When he came, he bellowed, shooting his load all over the sole of her perfect little foot

She felt every strike of his hot load, searing that sensitive skin. It felt…amazing.

* * * * *

A few days later, Gina found a package, addressed to her, on her front stoop. When she opened it, she discovered the exact pair of strappy sandals she’d been coveting when Drew had dropped in on Sunday. The supple, quality leather felt luxurious to her fingers as she caressed the shoes, admiring. A gift message was included in the box. It read “I want to see you wearing these, when I come to visit you, this weekend. Yours, Drew”. Heat spread through her, imagining what he might do to reward her when she did as he asked. She also wondered what it might be like to lean back against her pillows, before him, and stroke him off with her pedicured, moisturized bare feet–one on either side of his spectacular cock . Perhaps this weekend, she would find out…

© 2017-2020 Vanessa Raqs, All Rights Reserved

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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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