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
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!
