Chatted Up

A good number of us have experienced what it’s like to be addicted with sexting people on the phone. Julie shares her story with Cindi! Read how teasing can eventually lead your fantasies to come to life. 

Perhaps you’re like Julie,  you’re one of the very few who take the next steps and meet with the hottie on the other line. Who knows?  Maybe you’ll be sending us a hot story of your own!

I couldn’t stop chatting. It was that simple. Every time I’d try to get my work done as a writer, the app on my phone would call me to cybersex. I felt like I was becoming addicted, cruising the chat boards, checking the profiles, looking for that sexy girl I craved in my vivid imagination. It was getting out of hand. In fact, I was using my hand a lot, but the titillation of the on-screen innuendo was making me more hungry for sex than ever before.

It wasn’t long before I met Cindi, a naughty, sexy chick who chatted me up and down and back again. I just couldn’t stop the unrelenting cybersex chats. Every time I was supposed to be working, instead I’d be sexing up Cindi. She was a cute blonde—she was one hell of a sexpot, who talked me into a frenzy night after long, hungry night.

Finally I called her, and her voice was even sexier than I had imagined. We talked several times after that, and of course we always ended up having phone sex as well.  After a week of torture, we decided to meet at her apartment building, about two hours’ drive from my city. When I left home, I could barely drive, I was so horny. The time flew as I fantasized about her, hoping she would really look as attractive as her profiles with her blonde hair, blue eyes and large breasts.

When I met her in the lobby of her apartment building, I almost fainted with desire. Cindi looked even more sexy than her pictures. She wore this low-cut blouse, with her tits clinging together. She walked seductively to greet me. And what a smile! When she held her arms open to me, I fell into them like a wild woman. If not for the other occupants, we would have started doing each other right there in the carpeted foyer!

We quickly went upstairs. As soon as we entered her bedroom, we started to strip one another. Our clothes soon lay in piles all over the spacious suite. Her body was even more delightful naked. Her skin was creamier than milk. Her body was curvaceous but not fat. Her legs were long and slim and seemed to go on forever. I came closer to her and pulled her onto the king-size bed. She laughed with glee at my aggressiveness, pulling me along with her. Her nipples were pink and pointed right at me, beckoning me to suck on them. I did just that and latched on with my salivating mouth. They tasted like apples and woman, all melting in my burning mouth.

I sucked on her big tits until she began to moan and fondled my little ones, too. Her skin was silky against mine. “Oh, Cindi, you make me want you so much. I can’t take it,” I mumbled as I licked my way down her flat belly She groaned again in response. The sounds became louder and louder as my mouth neared her drooling cunt, which glistened with her juices. I parted the soft blonde curls and injected my tongue into her wet slit. She cried out and pushed into my face. I tongue-fucked her even harder until she writhed and bucked from side to side as she muttered my name. In no time, she was coming like crazy and gripping my head to her. I went faster until she froze in mid-air and then went down to the bed with a thump. We spent the rest of the night humping and have been having a juicy affair ever since.

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