You might say that I became an addict of strapon phone sex by accident. It happened a few years ago, I was in a relationship with a man and things were great, in bed and out of it.
This man had it in his head that I was going to allow him access to my but, you know the one, and I wasn’t ready for that. After several months of bringing this issue up with me, out of desperation really, one day I told him:
“I will allow you to fuck me in the ass, IF you allow me to do it to you first”. I told him that convinced that he would run away from the idea as fast as he possibly could and I would be done with his incessant whining about the whole thing and therefore, to say that I was flabbergasted by his answer in an understatement!
At the time he said nothing but one day, as I was going getting myself ready to go to work, a parcel in my name was delivered and when I opened it, I think I had the shock of my life.
Inside the box was a pink strapon! The thing was enormous, long and thick and much bigger than my boyfriend’s penis.
The “gift” was so unexpected that throughout my class at the gym, I couldn’t help but thinking about it, and by the time I was back at home, I had a quick shower, dried myself off and took to the strap-on out of its boy again.
It had a little vibrator where the balls were meant to be and I couldn’t resist putting the whole thing on me, to see what I looked like. What I saw in the mirror was so erotic and exciting that I had the urge to masturbate.
I went on my bed, kept the strapon on me and turned the vibrator on. I just laid there, touching and stroking my artificial dick, imagining all the different ways I could now have sex and I came very quiclkly.
My orgasms was shattering. It left me breathless and yet I wanted more.
That evening, my boyfriend complied to his half of the bargain and then a week later, I did.
More on that later?
Since then, I have developed a passion for strapon sex and it is one of the phone sex fantasies that turn me on the most.
