A willing masturbation phone sex victim

It is much safer for me to put the focus on your sexual urges than it is for me to put words to my own.  I sit here and replay the clip over and over that has my pussy weeping into my panties.  I wish the phone was busy, but it isn’t.  The person who is the lucky recipient of all of this sexual frustration is yet to be determined.  Such is life as a masturbation phone sex artist.

And I just hit play again.  There he is.  The object of my new obsession–and I have had many over the years.  My new mind toy and favorite go-to fantasy phone sex fuck.  He’s wearing a dark green shirt and an butcher’s apron.  He’s holding a knife.  There’s a girl fixed to his table, plastic covers her breasts, upper thighs and her feet.  Seeing here there I see me, and my hand drops into the front panel of my phone sex panties.

He’s in her face now.  Looking down at her with determination.  Staring into her eyes, her mouth taped shut, he lets her know that she is there to fill a void.  His emptiness drives him and keeps him awake at night.  He leans in, his mouth is millimeters from hers as she tells him to go ahead, that it’s ok.  I give this permission every time you call me for phone sex–go ahead do what you gotta do to get yourself off and please let me enjoy myself too.

And then raising the knife in the posture of killing he changes tack and slices the plastic off.  She sits us.  Her ample breasts swinging and she says his name.  She says his name and then they are kissing.  I love saying your name–you know who you are.

First one kiss, then two kisses, then engulfment as the knife is cast aside and another one is put in its place.  This knife, made of pure flesh of man slices into her between her legs.  It is a fast and swift entry, her legs are spread.  His hands are open, palms out as they fuck–he’s trembling.  He’s trembling because his void has been filled another way.

And that leaves her.  She is his breathless victim.  As he concentrates on his pumping she is on him now and holds the knife to his throat.  “Is this what you like to do?”  She taunts him as her hips grind on his erection.  Her perfect ass cups his balls as they climax.

And they collapse.  Both are victims are they not?  Victims of a basic human instinct–the drive to fuck.  We are also victims of the same instinct.  Our beings possess the same void that cries for fulfillment.  We spend copious amounts of time stalking our prey, but we find ourselves completely and utterly consumed with filling this emptiness over and over again.  For me, your desire to consume me–to put me on that table and make me your victim for yet a moment in time–that’s what my mutual masturbation phone sex desire is at the moment.

What fills the emptiness inside you?  Notice that I have made an assumption–that you have an emptiness and it needs to be filled.  I am guessing that if you are reading this masturbation phone sex  blog then I am correct about you.  I am also carrying an image of you in that green apron holding your fleshy knife in your hand and making me believe that there is nothing I can do to stop you from plunging it deep in my cunt.

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