More auditory stimulation
I started a chronicle of my past and current phone sex partners yesterday. This morning I noticed that two other bloggers were writing about phone sex and saying very smart and sexy things. So, in honor of the theme I had to comment on them.
A Polite Boy writes about his youthful forays into phone sex party lines. I didn't think that anyone could make the prospect of them sound sexy, but he takes the cake.
Somewhere inside that, I heard a buzzing, and her muffled voice say, “Please tell me that again.”
The next thing I knew, she was moaning into my ear and my wrist and stomach were coated with cum.
I bet you want to know what he said to her? Well it is fucking hot, I tell you. I'm thinking of trying to get him to say it to me. . .
The Virgin Slut also got me hot and bothered today with her post on a video made for her.
A sound escapes from his core, “Ahh!” Later, his body will smother his words and allow him to just breathe. The force of the air he exhale slaps the microphone, hard. The speakers amplify and resonate his breath for me; the sounds strike in my cunt, hard. The air he blows out is hot, wet and hard, and it comes from a part of him that is also hot, wet and hard.
This one I can particularly relate to. There is a certain quality of sounds that resonates through one's whole body. Anticipating the sounds that someone will make can be an incredibly suspenseful and sexy thing - it keeps you on the edge of fulfillment. I have found that hearing someone sharply inhale is like being teased, the exhale has to come eventually, it will be delicious, but when will it arrive? When it eventually hits, it arrives like a caress, or perhaps even something less tender.