Lesson In Linguistics
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I have always had a thing for MEN. My first real crush was on my father’s best friend and yes I still have a small thing for him. His son was my age and had a crush on me, but lets be honest… I have never really been interested in playing with boys.
This story is not about my father’s friend though.
3-2 is what my best friends used to call him to tease me, so we will call him just that, 3-2.
He was very hansom and flirtatious and the first real man that I was “with”. We met in person just once, as he lived half way across the country, at a dinner where I was most definitely with my parents; yet that did not stop our flirtations. We began what would become exactly what I needed at the time.
I was in my first year of university and had no time for anything, 3-2 was about to push me into being more adventurous and more sexual than any of the boys I had dealt with in the past. It would only be fair to credit him with pretty much all of my phone-sex skills. For several months we spoke almost every night.
Each time the calls would become more sexual, a bit dirtier and certainly more aggressive. He was a complete pervert, as are most men interested in sex and I would blow his mind by recounting every last detail about the fit of my cheerleading uniform. The way it felt when his hands would slide up under the pleats of my skirt, pushing my panties to the side and feeling how soft and wet I was. He loved hearing me cum, the way my breath would get short and fast and how I would moan in ecstasy. The sounds of my pleasure would drive him wild.
I can’t remember why the calls ever stopped, but 3-2 initiated me into the wonderful world of phone-sex, something that I continue to adore now. I am not sure what turns me on more about it, hearing what my lover wants to do to me, or seeing how turned on he gets hearing what I want to do to him. Either way, I must keep enjoying it until I find the answer… Wouldn't you agree?