Category: GFE Phonesex

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m back from the most incredible, albeit utterly debauched, trip to the Caribbean aboard one of my lover’s luxurious yacht. It was the perfect getaway, indulging in sun-kissed days on the deck and passionate nights under the stars. But the real highlight – and saga – unfolded when my partner invited his college buddies down for a last raucous weekend.

From the moment they arrived, the energy was electric. Cocktails flowed freely as we all mingled, the men paying homage to my irresistible allure with flirty remarks and longing gazes. But it was when the sun dipped into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, that the real fun began.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, what should I do?”

He was broken. She cheated on him and then left him. He had taken care of her for years. She wanted to stay home with the kids. He worked long hours to support her lifestyle. And even though the marriage was sexless, he never would have thought of cheating on her. I don’t know what she was thinking. He was the best husband anyone could dream of. He’s intelligent, funny, successful, compassionate, and sexy as fuck. I could go on and on. He’s everything!

He confessed that he’s had a huge crush on me since we first met. And he asked me out to dinner. I told him that I would be honored. He’s an amazing person. I respect and adore him. I’ve become very protective of him. And I want to prevent him from feeling any sadness if at all possible.

He brought me a dozen blush pink roses, my favorite! They were absolutely gorgeous and smelled so good. I proudly displayed them right in the middle of my kitchen island.

We pulled up to the valet, and they all knew him by name. It was obvious they genuinely like and respect him.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

It was simple, blowjobs, no penetration at all. I would see him quite often. A regular, no real conversation. Which I preferred from clients. So he was definitely one of my favorites. He would come by and it was mainly his show. He would connect his phone to my speaker and play his choice of music while I sucked his cock. He would play different kinds of genres of music.

I found this to be very enjoyable because I never knew what he would choose. Adult contemporary, Rock, R&B, Classical… Etc… 

He was a total night owl so I would leave the door unlocked and encourage him to help himself in. He had been a client for a bit now, showing up super late in the night. I had no clue if this was because of his work or something. We never spoke on this level and he never disclosed it. I would snooze some or watch a movie or doze off nights I knew I would see him.  

It was after 3am when he showed up, I was fast asleep. He woke me, gently nudging me, I immediately woke up.

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Pool Time

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Summer is in full swing now. My pool isn’t going to clean itself, and I sure as fuck am not going to be the one sweating my ass off to add the chemicals to the water and wash the sides of that deep, deep pool. Felicity is in need of a little cabana boy. One who’ll serve me hand and foot while I rest outside by the crystal clear waters he’s maintained so well.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Country parties under the stars always lead to fun and wild experiences.  All of us getting together for a loud, raucous time of relaxing.  Planning on letting go of the demands of the world.  Sitting on lawn chairs or blankets spread out on the ground.  We chilled and enjoyed some beers makes for the most perfect night of enjoyment.  It’s a perfect setting for completely letting go and fucking under the stars.  So, you know when we had our party last night I wasn’t going to miss a magnificent opportunity to get some country boy cock.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

Our dinner conversation, full of flirting, total filth and dirty talk, he must have called me a bad girl like six or seven times. I would make sexual gestures with my food as we ate, and he cleverly used innuendos throughout dinner. We had a good laugh, and we were in such high spirits after leaving the restaurant he boldly grabbed my ass through my dress. I squealed openly and laughed as he pulled me towards him before giving me a firm smack on my ass. When we got to the car he pushed me up against it.  

Boldly lifting my chin and planting a wet kiss on my lips. “I had no idea you were this dirty. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he asked still gripping my chin. “You have no idea” I said erotically with a flirty giggle.  

“Fucking hell, I love these stockings on you but I want them off” I laughed feeling his hands smoothing my leg through my stockings. He leaned in lifted my right leg and kissed me.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I stumbled, my legs felt heavy and my heels pinched my feet from wearing them the entire night. He lifted me, slipping his arm underneath mine and propping me up some. His laughter made me feel better about being so tipsy and clumsy.
I got myself better adjusted, reached into my purse retrieving my keys. “Let me” he said taking the keys, he opened the door and turned on the light illuminating the living room. I immediately removed my heels and then my jacket. I watched as he removed his jacket and shoes.
He approached me smiling, still chuckling softly. “You might be the sexiest I’ve ever seen you right here, right now” I smiled, he wrapped his arms around me and leaned into me. I lifted my chin and breathed him in.
I felt his strength as he lifted me off of the ground by my waist. He kissed me deeply, the smell of cologne still lingered and I felt myself melt in his arms. I had a few too many but with my tolerance I was still able to function.  Continue reading “Escort Excerpts : Date Nite pt 1” →

My Big Tits

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

We’re all the luckiest ladies here because we get to have fun with you sexy Tomsin men. From the cucks to the sissies I love them all. But I especially appreciate the ones who love my big tits.

Ok fine, technically it’s rare for me to meet a man who doesn’t love my big tits. I honestly think it’s only happened once in my experience. So, I think it’s safe to say that pretty much all straight men love them. I have a feeling you’re a bit different though, aren’t you? Because you completely worship them.
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Yoga Temptations

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today, I was going to get what I wanted—one way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Messy Beginnings, Monday to Wednesday is exactly how this week started—because I’ve never been good at playing it safe. Monday came in hot. I woke up still sore from the weekend, and yet somehow craving more. My phone buzzed with a message: “You still taste like Sunday. That was all it took.

By lunchtime, I was under my desk, skirt bunched up, voice low on a video call, pretending to talk spreadsheets while my fingers played a different set of numbers. I sent him a photo after—no face, just legs, lips, and the evidence of my distraction. He replied with a voice note that made me clench around nothing.

Tuesday was no better. We played “Would You Rather” in the group chat, but the way he answered every question felt like a dare. Would I rather do it in public or on camera? Would I rather be tied up… or do the tying? By Wednesday, I had to admit it: this week was already off the rails. I wore no panties to the grocery store just because he told me not to. I wanted to be bad. And game night hadn’t even started yet.

Wednesday ticked toward midnight, and my Continue reading “Messy Beginnings: Monday to Wednesday” →