Phone Sex.

I love phone sex.  There, I have said it.  The very idea of you masturbating while you listen to me is such a turn on.  Like every aspect of this journey, as much as I enjoy making you hot and sticky – this is as much about my arousal.

Before I start a call I will ensure I have a thick towel beneath me.  Experience tells me that sleeping in a soaking wet bed is not pleasant.  The great arm of Zeus sits waiting for me on my bedside table.  I am naked.  I wait.

Will you be in your office? Sitting in your car? Lying on your bed? The possibilities are endless.  The caller last wanted to hear about my first time.  Zeus started humming while I spoke aloud that first experience.  I listened to his breathing change.  I imagined him stroking his cock.  I begged him to send a photo of the cum in his hands afterwards.  I love that.

Why not video calls? I want to be free to writhe in unison without feeling like I need to put on a show.  And isn’t there something wholly erotic about the sound of someone’s passion anyway? Yes.  There is.  I always gush when I phone fuck.  Always.  All ways.  x