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Masturbation Phone Sex – A Rubbing Myself Tale-Part 1

There was something about the feel of your own fingers on your erect, wanting clit. I wanted more and more of the feeling and this would lead to masturbation phone sex. It was never-ending for me too, as I woke up, in the shower, in the car when I got to work, and again inside my office. My zest for the rush I would experience was fast-paced almost feeling like an obsession. Believe me, I loved cock too! After all, I was known as the size queen because the bigger the fucking better. But in the meantime between the times a pecker was in my cunt or asshole I would be as busy as a bee.

It all started when I was a tiny little tot when I learned about rubbing myself

My parents were super-religious Christians and would never think of teaching me how to rub myself. I meant, communion having, home devotion like people. They would wake me up for us all to pray together. I remember my mom waking me up one morning for devotion and I needed to pee, pushing the bathroom door open gave me a hefty surprise. There was my dad with this giant sausage in his hand. What the fuck! I remember thinking how the fuck did my mom get that anywhere inside of her. I was a smart girl, I knew what sex was just not from my folks. But, when I would think of my dad’s cock when I went to bed I felt my lady area become tense. It was all moist and cream-like. I didn’t much know what to do about it.

Thank God for neighborly love

A frequent visitor was an understatement for how often I was at my neighbor’s door. He was a gentleman closer to my dads age when I was 13 and he told me his wife didn’t like visitors. So I would always make sure that I went over when she wasn’t around. What my parents would never tell me, he always did, sometimes he would show me. Memory calls the first thing he ever showed me was how to touch myself in ‘that’ way. He took his trousers off and he started rubbing his ‘cock’ as he would call it. The rubbing usually continued until it spits white stuff out of it. Sometimes he said to help him get the white stuff he would need to stand right in my face. I never minded, I like how it smelled, once I even tasted it…seemed to get him really happy too.
Don’t you go too far, Part 2 is coming your way next week! And make sure to look out for the audio, more sexy secrets in the store there! But by all means, check out how I found out that SIZE DOES MATTER!!!

I would also love to hear from you, do you have a strange secret you’ve been wanting to tell, just the thought it is getting me super wet! Cum on, give me a call!

Let’s mind-fuck each other!

Bailey

 
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