As many of you may have read in another thread on how many people you have to sleep with to be a Lit slut .... you might have heard of my phone misdialing error.... well seems I've gotten myself into a pickle again.
I've been talking with this guy I met at another site. He's semi-local, in my age range and a newbie dominant. For two weeks we'd spoke on the phone every night. But this week he's been working very long hours and not claling so much. We had an unsatisfactory call Wednseday before he crashed. So tonight the phoen rang. My house phone (he has that number as well as my cell). So I picked it up but could barely hear the person. It sounded very much like my guy - it being a rather southern mumbled accent I could distantly hear. I told him to call me back and hung up. Well he did. Still, no hearing him very well, I asked if was him by name, he said yes.
I told him to le tme try to call him back. So I called his cell, got his voicemail and left a message suggesting we just chat online. Well, ten, fifteen minutes later I get a clal on the house phone again. This time I can hear hima little better but still have to strain. We chat, I tell him he doesn't sound good - he's been working to hard. He asks me how I am.... we chat.
He asks me what I'm wearing but he often does that... lol. So I tell him and then there is a command to touch myself. Multiple, mulitple orgasms down the road, I start to calm down, feeling sated and also, sore ... and I go to work on him. He laughs and I notice his voice seems odd. Paying no heed, I quickly beg him to come and help him orgasm. Afterwards, when I can hear him washing his hands... I ask why he decided to do that. He had once said there would be no fucking on the phone. He tells me I did, implying it was an impluse motivated by me. I can hear him fine now. And his accent sounds wrong. I get suspicious.
Suddnely I remember I called his cell and ask why he never got my message, I wonder. He sort of shrugs it off. He and I chat, saying how he'd like to cuddle me. I am thinking, well he's the only one I've given my home phone to when I realize that most the guys I work with, have at some point lived in this house. And I think oh shit. And then I remember his laugh and one of the guys, the one I have a crush on, laughs like that.
And I think oh shit. So I ask him if he has to work tomorrow, he does and I ask on what... and he never answered, his phone starts to cut out.
Shortly there after, I can barely hear him, he tells me he wants to say goodnight before his phone goes weird again.
Now I'm completley paranoid. The accent is wrong, he never said anything that was personal. He didn't get my voicemail. The laugh, the actual phone sex. and I'm thinking, oh shit. what if it was some random person? Or worse... one of the guys I work with? I begged like a little slut. I came and screamed and cried out and moaned and whimpered.... I was not quite in the least nor at all reserved. I let the animal loose. And she called him Sir and asked him, okay okay, begged him to come.
<blushes>
oh god..... and then later, one i tried to star 69 but we don't have that service.....
I've been talking with this guy I met at another site. He's semi-local, in my age range and a newbie dominant. For two weeks we'd spoke on the phone every night. But this week he's been working very long hours and not claling so much. We had an unsatisfactory call Wednseday before he crashed. So tonight the phoen rang. My house phone (he has that number as well as my cell). So I picked it up but could barely hear the person. It sounded very much like my guy - it being a rather southern mumbled accent I could distantly hear. I told him to call me back and hung up. Well he did. Still, no hearing him very well, I asked if was him by name, he said yes.
I told him to le tme try to call him back. So I called his cell, got his voicemail and left a message suggesting we just chat online. Well, ten, fifteen minutes later I get a clal on the house phone again. This time I can hear hima little better but still have to strain. We chat, I tell him he doesn't sound good - he's been working to hard. He asks me how I am.... we chat.
He asks me what I'm wearing but he often does that... lol. So I tell him and then there is a command to touch myself. Multiple, mulitple orgasms down the road, I start to calm down, feeling sated and also, sore ... and I go to work on him. He laughs and I notice his voice seems odd. Paying no heed, I quickly beg him to come and help him orgasm. Afterwards, when I can hear him washing his hands... I ask why he decided to do that. He had once said there would be no fucking on the phone. He tells me I did, implying it was an impluse motivated by me. I can hear him fine now. And his accent sounds wrong. I get suspicious.
Suddnely I remember I called his cell and ask why he never got my message, I wonder. He sort of shrugs it off. He and I chat, saying how he'd like to cuddle me. I am thinking, well he's the only one I've given my home phone to when I realize that most the guys I work with, have at some point lived in this house. And I think oh shit. And then I remember his laugh and one of the guys, the one I have a crush on, laughs like that.
And I think oh shit. So I ask him if he has to work tomorrow, he does and I ask on what... and he never answered, his phone starts to cut out.
Shortly there after, I can barely hear him, he tells me he wants to say goodnight before his phone goes weird again.
Now I'm completley paranoid. The accent is wrong, he never said anything that was personal. He didn't get my voicemail. The laugh, the actual phone sex. and I'm thinking, oh shit. what if it was some random person? Or worse... one of the guys I work with? I begged like a little slut. I came and screamed and cried out and moaned and whimpered.... I was not quite in the least nor at all reserved. I let the animal loose. And she called him Sir and asked him, okay okay, begged him to come.
<blushes>
oh god..... and then later, one i tried to star 69 but we don't have that service.....
