Balloon Fetish Phone Sex – Long Distance Lover – Part 1

Balloon fetish phone sex with my lover. It’s what keeps us connected. This delicious latex fetish.

I like the feel of it across my skin.

The smoothness.

How hard it is.

The soft pull as it catches on the fine hairs on my arms and thighs.

Then feeling it drag across my skin so easily. Feeling the slight electricity it brings.

I even like the sound my skin makes against it. That amazing sound. That soft rubbing sound of bare skin on latex.

I close my eyes and then breathe it in. Its scent permeates everything here. My hands, my duvet, my damp underwear. I don’t open this room until it is time to play, and so it always smells like sex and warm bodies and warmer latex.

It’s dusk. The sky is the color of a plum and it makes me think of you.

You’re a thousand miles away, on the other side of the planet, but your eyes through the video call are just as hungry as they’d be if you were here. I still wish though you could be here in our special room to smell the musky scent of my arousal, to reach forward and then wipe gentle fingertips through the sticky wetness across my inner thighs.

Spreading open my legs, you sigh, taking in the sight of my dampened panties as they clutch to the swollen folds of my pussy.

I’m wet, making a mess, and I wish you were here to lick me clean. I love watching you lick my seat after a session.  I love it, even more, when you slide your tongue up my thighs to lap at my soaked cunt. How you would press your tongue in and out as I took the balloon and then would press it all over my skin. Listening to the sound. Smelling the rubber.

My bra is already off. My nipples are hard, and my breasts feel heavy against my ribs. In the dying light of the sun my skin sparkles. Rubbing that glitter lotion you bought me across my whole body, I shiver as your eyes follow me, and your hand rhythmically moves along your erection.

I trail the balloon between the valley of my breasts, moaning at the sensation.

I chose black ones today. Partly in mourning for you not being here and partly to show off the streaks of wetness as I press the balloon between my thighs.

Your breath catches as the balloon touches my pussy. I’m so wet and slippery, and the balloon moves easily over my sodden folds. Then, allowing the tip of the balloon to be pushed inside me. Pretending it’s your tongue. My clit is hard and is peeking out from under its hood as though it is a curious friend. If you were here, then you would lather it with spit. You would suck on it until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel.

You’re not here though, so I content myself with rubbing the balloon across my core. My wetness drips onto the ground and then runs down my wrist. I lift a wet hand as I rub my breasts, never taking my eyes off of you.

Are you enjoying my balloon fetish phone sex story?  Then, you should definitely make sure you check out part 2 on Saturday.  If you can’t wait until Saturday, then you should purchase my audio blog.  You’ll love the sound effects.

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Kissy Kissy,

Love, Chrissy

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