Mistaken Identity Phone Sex – Rhiannon’s Little White Lie Goes Too Far Part 1

It’s not something that comes up a lot in conversations, but I do have four older sisters. Crazy, right? We’ve always looked really similar, too. So similar in fact, that I’ve been mistaken for one of them more than a handful of times. Knowing this, my sister wanted me to stand in for her on a Tinder date and it led to little white lie after little white lie. I guess you could say it ended up being a real case of mistaken identity sex, but I don’t want to give too much away too soon! After you read through this blog, be sure to give me a call so we can have our own version of mistaken identity phone sex. 

Tapping my foot angrily, I stare at my sister, Shelly. The age gap between she and I could be smaller, but our parents didn’t know they were going to have me until they did. Despite her being nearly ten years older than me, we look extremely similar, even down to our cup size. “What’s in it for me,” I ask her. You see, Shelly has a bit of a dating app addiction, and has found herself in a bit of hot water – she’s double booked for the night and doesn’t want to cancel on either of them. Instead of her trying to run back and forth between the dates like some 90’s sitcom, she’s asked me if I could go on one of her dates for her. So far, she hasn’t been very convincing and I’m waiting to see if the offer gets any better.

There’s potential for some fun with mistaken identity, though.

That’s when Shelly tells me that if I want, I can sleep with the guy because she really just wants him as sort of a “back burner” option. Well, this deal just got much better! With that, I let my older sister know that I will happily go on her date for her and show him a good time, if he’s cute enough. With a grateful hug, Shelly thanks me and tells me which little hole-in-the-wall bar she was going to meet him at and gives me his name and picture. Damn. He’s kind of cute! Maybe it won’t feel like so much of a favor after all.

Once I arrive at the bar, I notice you sitting at a table, sipping on strawberry lemonade. As I make my way to the table, I clear my throat and introduce myself as Shelly. My, my. What a gentleman you are! In one smooth motion, you’re shaking my hand and standing to greet me before offering me a seat. My pussy grows wet with just your touch.

It’s just a little white lie, after all. 

Smiling, I seat myself across from you. From there, the date is spectacular! We have so much to talk about and the conversation flows so easily. We’re there for hours, laughing, flirting, and having a wonderful time. Eventually, the bar closes down and you invite me to come back to your place. Every time you use my sister’s name to address me, I feel my heart sink, but my clit tingle. It’s definitely an odd mixture, but this is going to be the best case of mistaken identity sex ever.

To be continued. . .

I hope you’re enjoying my take on mistaken identity phone sex! There’s more to come, of course. If you can’t wait until my next blog comes out, be sure to check out the audio version. Also, if you enjoy my fantasies, you’ll want to read about how I fucked my way to the top in a job interview.

Until next time!

Xoxo,

Rhiannon

877-716-2084

 

 
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