One Saturday night after my high school graduation, I had some of my classmates over for a sleepover. My girlfriends were splayed out on the floor of our den as they covered their eyes and laughed nervously as the serial killer on the television screen hid himself in the heroine’s closet. I saw my dad as he glanced over to ensure that my mom was just as absorbed in the movie. Sensing a chance for fun, he pulled me closer to him.

I laid my head on his shoulder, and I felt him slide his large hand over my thin pajama top to fondle my firm breast. I let out a soft gasp, and whispered in his ear…

“What if they see us?” I asked.

He put his other finger to his lips to shush me and began to squeeze my breast, feeling my nipple harden beneath his thumb. I squirmed as if to move away, but he pinched me just hard enough to get my attention. I stifled a moan before grabbing the blanket at my feet and settling back against him.

He took the blanket from me and spread it over the two of us. He put one hand on my thigh, and I could feel his cock begin to stir. Now that I was covered from view, he pushed his hand up my pajama top and cupped my bare tit. He leaned his head down and nuzzled against my neck, nipping at my ear lobe lightly with his teeth.

“You shouldn’t have brought them home with you,” he whispered. “I need you, and I’m going to have you.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I replied. “I thought you had to go out of town this weekend, or I wouldn’t have brought them. I need you, too.”

He pinched and teased my nipple some more, then slowly traced his fingers over my tight belly. My PJ bottoms were a bit snug on my shapely hips, but his hand still swiftly found its way under the waistband. It had been weeks since he had touched me, and I could tell that he was pleased that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Daddy always got a thrill seeing my voluptuous body in such an innocent little getup with all those red kissy lips adorning my form. He loved the way my tops were always a size too small, barely containing my luscious tits. What really turned him on the most, however, was how clingy and sheer my bottoms were, the way they hugged my tempting flesh. I knew he craved seeing me saunter around in next to nothing, and pleasing him made me a very happy girl.

Sometimes I would sneak into his bedroom while my mom was showering or downstairs cooking breakfast wearing my tightest PJs and straddle him. I would grind up against his cock, teasing him until he just had to feed my tight pussy his leaking cock! Invariably, we ended up with me bent over the edge of the bed, pants around my ankles, as he emptied himself into me from behind.

There was no chance of that tonight, but he wasn’t easily dissuaded. He ran his fingers up and down my hip before slipping lower and cupping my fleshy ass. He squeezed and rubbed and lightly dug his nails into my cheek. When he slid a finger into my crack, I let out a barely audible sigh before removing my hand from his thigh and clamping it over my mouth.

He moved lower, until the pad of his finger found my rosebud and flicked at it. He felt my hand back on his thigh, and then I reached up under his loose gym shorts to grasp his throbbing cock. I fondled him slowly as he continued to explore my nether regions under the blanket.

He could feel the heat radiating from my pussy as his fingers moved closer. I was already moist as his middle finger made contact with my slit, and I shifted slightly to give him better access. I stroked his cock a little more insistently as he pushed the tip of his finger inside my dewy lips. We continued our furtive touching until a particularly loud and frantic scene in the movie began. My Mom was getting too scared and went off to bed, and my friends were thoroughly enthralled in the events unfolding on the TV screen to even notice us.

“Get on my lap,” he hissed and began pulling me over. We remained covered by the blanket as I sat backwards on his lap facing the television, grasped his big cock, and positioned it at the entrance of my dripping wet pussy. I slowly lowered myself onto his rigid pole until he was fully inside me. We each took a moment to adjust before he settled his hands on my hips and began to guide me slowly up and down.

We found a nice rhythm and increased our tempo. Each time I lifted my hips about half way off of his cock, He’d thrust up and pull me back. I could feel my juices running down his shaft, and his gym shorts were definitely going to have a noticeable wet spot when he stood up. He reached his arms around to bring his hands to my glorious twin globes, squeezing both mounds and pulling at my nipples under my flimsy top.

I started to moan, and he pressed a hand over my mouth before we could be discovered. I bit down on his palm, and he growled low in my ear as he pinched my nipple tightly. I leaned back firmly against him, and he dropped both of his hands back to my hips and started fucking me hard and fast, but silently.

I lifted my arms back over my head to grasp his. He buried his face in my shoulder and kissed my neck. I could feel his cock tingling as I felt his cum rising.

“I’m going to fill you, baby,” he grunted in my ear. “I’m going to cum in that hot pussy.”

“Yes!” I squealed, struggling to contain myself. “Please cum inside me, Daddy, cum with me.”

His body began to shake as my orgasm was in flight, and he slammed as far into me as he could go before his own euphoric spasms started. His balls pumped one, two, three times as he poured hot cum into his daughter’s welcoming pussy.

Our breathing slowly returned to normal as he slipped out of me. I moved off of his lap and back onto my side. He helped tug my jammies back up before slipping a hand back to my pussy and scooping two fingers of cum from my warm honey-hole. He brought his hand to my mouth and I licked and sucked his fingers greedily. I dipped my own fingers inside and offered him the same treat, which he eagerly accepted.

I flipped onto my back, my head in his lap. My deep, dark eyes twinkled with delight as I smiled and looked up at him. He mouthed the words: “You’re such a good girl, Ash”.

“Thank you, Daddy; I guess I’m just a natural born pleaser.”

Conclusion…

I wondered how I could go about getting a phone sex job working on a hot line like the one I had seen on TV. A quick internet search turned up numerous phone sex sites. All of them featured tons of women dripping in sex, each one claiming to be better than the rest. The sites were brightly colored and had flashing lights like a virtual version of Vegas! I was a bit overwhelmed, to say the least.

After a little more contemplation, I decided to call and inquire about a job. A woman answered the phone at the first company I called. She asked me a few questions, told me she loved my voice and hired me on the spot! All that was required of me was that I work at least 15 hours a week and procure a dedicated landline with a separate phone number installed to which my calls would be routed.

As soon as I got my new line up and running, I created a profile to introduce myself and my assets to the phone sex seekers of the internet world. I described myself as being a unique blend of a nurturing nymphomaniac who is both sultry and sweet. I closed out my self-depiction by boldly declaring myself “too hot not to call” (even at 18, I wasn’t afraid to speak the truth wink*). And just like that, I was officially established as a sexual force to be reckoned with!

I soon found out though, that my “phone sex profile” didn’t just attract salaciously horny men. My first call was quite memorable. The gentleman who called me was quite forlorn and was not really seeking sex at all. This took me aback, and I had to think fast on my feet as I had no official training as a PSO much less as a compassion therapist (yet!).

My new profession in the phone sex industry had me interacting with a variety of different men right out of the gate. Being a top-notch provider of “any service” (in my case, phone sex) meant a lot more to me than muddling through something to earn a quick buck. I’ve always been an “all or nothing” kind of girl. I derived an immense amount of pleasure becoming Your Only Desire, and it still colors my world in the same way, today!

I was disappointed to discover that the company I was working for was recording every single call.  The direct violation of your privacy as well as mine outraged me. Privacy is paramount to me, and I felt that I needed to resign at once.

I decided to start providing phone sex my way (the right way)!  I created my own website, started growing my own reputation and executing my own, distinct brand of phone sex.

I was doing pretty well after my first solo year, so much so that I almost considered quitting school and just making this my permanent career. On the other hand, I had always wanted to be a teacher, and I thought that continuing to take calls was something I could always fall back on if times got tough, or if I wanted to save up for something special. (In reality, the connections we had cultivated were just too special to give up).

My folks never guessed why I spent so much time down in my room, and I let them assume that I studied like a studious little scholar (batting my lashes). My parents were Southern bred and exemplified the kind of work ethic and values that others could only hope to learn. I would sneak extra cash into my dad’s wallet or my mom’s purse, since they refused to take any money from me for room and board.

Following graduation, I started my job search again, and was hired to replace a teacher who was moving over the Christmas Holidays. After six years of advanced learning, I was finally doing what I had wanted to do since I was young (Although, I do love “doing” you too, my darling)!!!

I love being able to enhance your life in some small way, while you definitely enhance mine in the ahem…“biggest” way possible. I’m not planning on ever side-lining my calls with you. I’m going to continue to fly solo and dish up the infinite possibilities that cum when we are spending time together!

Now that you know how I became Your Only Desire, it’s time to call so that I can reiterate why: No Man Calls Only Once.

It all started when I could not find a full time teaching position. Well, that’s not entirely true; it started long before that when my boyfriend graduated from college and took a job nine hundred miles away while I still had a year of school left.

Transferring really wasn’t an option as I was attending a private school on a scholarship while still living at home. Not to mention, my parents would never accept my moving in with a guy before marriage. I was very attracted to him and we had a lot of great sex, so I was really going to miss him.

After he moved, we talked on the phone all the time and occasionally our conversation segued into sexy talk. One day, I heard him breathing heavier than normal and realized he was probably masturbating. When I stopped talking, it was quiet for a minute.

“Come on baby, keep talking to me. I’m almost there.”

“Well, now I’m a little embarrassed, Dan. I don’t know what to say. I mean we were just talking.”

“I love the sound of your voice, baby. It is so sexy and it makes me feel like you’re right here with me, touching my hard dick. So please, keep talking.”

“Mmm… I do like to see your pants bulge when you get hard. I think about the day when I can feel that erection inside me again.”

“Oh yeah, baby!”

“Feel it sliding in and out…”

“That’s it, baby; just a little more, I’m so close!”

“I want to feel it pulse when you shoot your hot load deep inside my pussy.”

“Ohhh, yeah!!”

I heard him grunt and moan, then just the sound of him breathing.

“Thanks, baby. That was incredible!”

After that first time, we started having phone sex more often. It began with just Dan masturbating, but he kept encouraging me to pleasure myself as well. I started touching my slick pussy and rubbing my erect clit while he would be talking dirty to me. Knowing that his hard cock was in his hand the entire time fueled my inner sex-goddess! I even discovered that in many ways phone sex was more fulfilling than in person sex.

Soon, we were having phone sex dates nearly every night. Dan just kept saying how good I had gotten at it and his orgasms were louder and more intense when I started climaxing along with him. He told me that I could easily make a living at it. I just giggled and kind of blew that comment off at the time.

Not long after that, I broke up with him to focus more on school. After graduating with my teaching degree in the spring, I began sending my resume out to school districts looking for a position. In the meantime, I went to work full time at the department store I had worked at since sophomore year of high school.

Only one school district, a full 40 minute drive on a good day, replied with an affirmative answer, and that was just to be added to their list of substitute teachers. Although I continued sending out resumes to closer school districts, no definitive job offers followed.

After a year of looking with no luck, I decided to go back to school for my Masters, but would not be able to get a scholarship for it. In order to pay for my continuing education, I remained at home my parents, but also needed part-time work. It would still be very tight, but I was determined.

One night while I had the TV on, there was an ad for a sex hotline. It got me thinking about all of the hot phone sex I had with Dan and how hard he always said I got him off. This sent my mind reeling with the possibilities to cum!

To be continued…

As soon as you awaken this morning you read my new blog on your phone while you were still in bed with your wife asleep next to you. You whisper to her that you are horny and need sex (thanks to yours truly), but she’s having none of it. She immediately falls back asleep, leaving the erection that I gave you unattended to.

You were about to head to another room to jerk it when she suddenly let’s out an ugly, unladylike snore. At this point, you could honestly care less if she wakes up to find you jacking off. You close your eyes, think of me, (of course) and within a couple of minutes you spray cum all over the bed, including on your wife! You get up to start your day, feeling no need to clean up what we drenched her with.

Over breakfast you email me what you had just done, and vote for me on my site (thank you; it always means a lot). You checked your phone 7-8 times over the rest of the morning to see if I had replied. At 11:15 a.m. I write back that I was pleased, but ask why you hadn’t just called me. We trade a few more emails over the course of the day, ending with me reassuring you that had you gone to another room, I would’ve easily gotten you off without you having to do anything but whisper a few harmless words upon calling. I fully appreciate the need to be careful and know how to manage the entire call when necessary. You now realize how simple it is to be with me and make up your mind to jerk off with me as soon as possible.

Dinner was quiet, the conversation as bland as the food. Evening becomes night, and eventually your wife declares herself ready for bed. You know that if you tell her you want to stay up a bit longer she’ll linger. Instead you accompany her through the bedtime routine of teeth brushing and changing into sleep clothes. You suggest she take some ZzzQuil to help her sleep and, you take some yourself, to coax her along.

Your balls are full from spending all afternoon paging through my site, spending quality time with my Photo Gallery page most of all. You can feel the sleepiness hitting your eyes from the ZzzQuil, which only intensifies your raging hard-on because you know that she must be minutes away from unconsciousness. Her hideous snoring begins, sounding like a chainsaw. It takes patience to move slowly out of the bed because you want so much to spring into action, but you want me too much to screw this up. Finally, you’re out of the room with the door closed. You are free. You are mine.

To the basement you go, phone in hand. You dial me, feeling exhilarated when my sweet, sensual voice picks up. “You’re a very good boy for doing this, babe. You and I both know that you only wanted to fuck her in the first place because you were thinking about me.

You lie down and, in a low tone of voice tell me what fantasy you had in mind for us tonight. “I got this, babe. Now just relax and let me take over.” Hearing me say “take over” instills an incredible sense of calm desire in you. I talk dirty to you, describing your fantasy in intricate detail. I can sense your breathing picking up as I paint the visual of my tight pussy tightening around your rigid cock (my cock) as I straddle my long silky legs around your waist and begin riding you.

As I glide back and forth, my ass cheeks gently rest on top of your heavy balls. My hips sway slowly, then pick up speed as I grind harder and deeper. You can’t take it anymore and let out a groan as your cock shoots out a rope of cum that had been building since the morning. You are breathless with pleasure. “Have a good night, baby. Thank you for doing this.”

“No problem, love.”

When you need to remain silent…

Let me orchestrate your orgasm with a Whisper Call!

I’d like to share some of my thoughts on isolation and connection with you in this entry. Isolation and connection do not, on the surface, seem to have a direct correlation with one another. However, being isolated does lend itself to magnificent sex with yours truly. And phone sex with me is certainly the most authentic connection you will ever experience.

Social isolation is definitely getting old for all of us, but there are various risks we have to balance. I was thinking about isolation today in a bigger picture sense. In my opinion, social isolation has been evolving for many years. With television, video games, the internet, social media and streaming – technology has absolutely led to an entertainment structure that has made it a rather tempting and cozy proposition for us to just stay at home.

Add to the mix how much of our lifeline and retail therapy have also become available online and it just becomes a no-brainer to enjoy the comforts of home. After a grueling day at the office, who wouldn’t want to just come home and take it easy? I’m all in favor of you seizing every opportunity that you can to relax. I can see it in my head now – you lounging comfortably in your home, stretched out on your bed or reclined in your soft leather chair in front of your computer screen looking at my photo gallery I’m telling you how to stroke your raging hard-on for me. Ahem…I am not about to bite the hand (or the cock) that feeds me!

Of course there are times I do miss going out and I’ll be thrilled when it’s safe to go see a movie, indulge in Taco Tuesday, or drape my towel out on the sand at the beach again. Admittedly, all things I never dreamt of not being able to do on a whim. However, I still have my relationship with you, and you have yours with me, and that’s never going to change (even under worldwide duress).

Perhaps this dreadful virus will usher in a new era of human connection. But you and me, we have already mastered that connection, and that is invaluable to me. We mesh in such a powerful way that it surpasses mere sexual gratification. Our phone sex is phenomenal and I love being the woman who makes you cum. But I also love being the woman you can lean on.

Enduring hardship has a way of stripping away illusions and helping us see more clearly what really matters. People count on you to do so much and you matter. Allowing me to give you the dose of female attention you deserve and need makes everything in your life better and easier to cope with.

It’s also far more pleasurable than jerking your cock all by your lonesome in the guest bedroom (whilst your significant other is asleep). Even though you are presently isolating, you and I can still connect. We have an amazing connection. No worldly madness can penetrate that. We are as solid as your cock is right now!

Call me, babe…

Let me relieve your isolation blues.