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To have great phone sex, you need to let loose, stop being self-conscious, and be ready to get turned on, no matter how silly you may feel at first.
He just stopped calling and refused to answer my calls, texts, or messages. I rush home from work and log onto IM practically the second I walk through the door, eager to see if he’s pulled the disappearing act yet. He brushes it off, and then starts asking for pictures again. And it isn’t really a spur-of-the-moment thing, either … We sit on my couch for about an hour and a half just talking before anything happens. I’ve never been kissed like that before: long and slow, like the intent isn’t so much to “kiss” as it is to just be touching me. My eyes, my hair, my skin—he’s obsessed with how soft my hands are—all receive praise numerous times. I really want to give him head, but I also want him inside me, and I decide I’d waited long enough. I really want him to pound into me, too, so I’m disappointed when it’s uncomfortable.
Diarist: A 22-year-old college grad, still working in retail because “I picked a Liberal Arts major.” Sunday Night: I got dumped recently. If I saw him at a bar, I would never think I had a shot with someone that tall, blond, and well-built, but online he approaches me. Then he asks if I wanted to have a “discussion” about sex. Of course, this also means I spend most of the day kind of turned on. I give him my usual line about how he could be a serial killer and I need to meet him in a public place first. the kind of guy who, had I seen him at a bar, I would have been too intimidated to flirt with beyond a long glance and maybe a smile. He seems intelligent, funny, and with a streak of dorkiness that puts me at ease fairly quickly.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a guy willing to masturbate in front of someone via the internet would be well-endowed, but I admit I am kind of impressed anyway. Tuesday Night: I log on immediately after I get home from work at , but Internet Hottie isn’t online.
In exchange for the picture, he turns on his webcam. I go to bed, snuggling into my newly-inflated self-confidence.
I even get out my vibrator and, err, go about that business too. We joke a bit about having fallen into a routine (Monday night he’d remarked that he gets horny at the same time every night, around 11), and about him being late. especially since we’re set to meet Wednesday evening. It’s different when you plan it out and go into it with your eyes wide open.