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Masturbation phone sex freedom from society’s rules

In a service alley tucked between two dumpsters I sucked my first masturbation phone sex cock.  I was sixteen years old.  The man I was sucking was a teacher–but not in the traditional sense.  He had picked up on the cues I wasn’t aware I was giving–the way I tilted my head this way and that.  He just knew that I was an easy target.  He filled my mouth with his rightness as my lips, tongue and throat confirmed his assumption.  It was a tasty treat.  One that left me masturbating later in the evening.

Despite being told that good girls don’t, I felt like good girls should, so I did.  I spent my entire adolescent in search of and acquiring cocks in my oral repertoire.  I became good at sucking cock.  So good in fact that I could suck a guy off in two minutes if I was bored or tired–most of the time I enjoyed the sensation between my lips though so I would usually take my time.

By the time I hit college though life became hectic.  I gave up my pursuit of the penis for the study of psychology.  My thirst for understanding my affliction was paramount to anything else in my life at the time.  I tried to deny my needs and desires.  I lied about the number lovers I’d had.  The shear volume of semen that I had swallowed by that time was enormous–and slutty.  Denial is a wonderful thing.  Society tells a girl it is a bad thing to be a cock sucker.

Sweeping this under the rug, however, became harder and harder.  I would find myself staring at random crotches and wondering about the organ behind the fly.  I would go home and fantasize.  I would masturbate with a dildo in my mouth.  You see, my body embraced what my mind could not.  In reality I needed that dick in my mouth.  I craved the taste of cock and the briny flow of semen out of a horny man’s dick hole.  My pussy didn’t lie to me about this.  My pussy accepted this, but I couldn’t.

Until now–it’s all I think about some days.  Being honest about my cock sucking phone sex addiction leads to the freedom of expression.  Masturbate with me tonight.  The hottest, wettest masturbation phone sex cock suck lies at the other end of the phone.

Masturbation phone sex confessions of a masturbation deviant

Masturbation begins for most at puberty. That’s when fetishes form for the boys. So many fetishes exist they are too numerous to count because a man can develop a fetish for literally anything. And yes, this sort of fixation is most predominantly a male orientation–rare to find a woman with a true fetish. However, for the open-minded masturbation phone sex diva like me–understanding this about the men who call me for fun phone calls is paramount to not only their enjoyment, but mine as well.

 

I have never gone into a great amount of detail on the blog about what gets me off on my masturbation phone sex calls.

 

What is it that you’ve done while masturbating–what makes you feel completely dirty and depraved? Have you ever ejaculated into the shampoo bottle of your wife, girlfriend or even just a friend? How did it feel to you when you unloosened the cap and sprayed your load inside? Did you visualize her washing her locks with your semen?

 

Have you stolen a woman’s panties either to wear them while you masturbate to your fucked up fantasies or to cum in them and put them back in her drawer. Do you imagine her wondering what that crust is and then running her fingers over your cum? I bet you do.

 

I like to connect with minds like yours. I especially love those who were raised in the Catholic faith as they tend to have the most shame to exploit during our masturbation phone sex confessions.