It's also the best way to avoid lackluster phone conversations, and I learned that after the first three phone convos we had. All Brad wanted to do was have phone sex, but I told him no, mainly because I'm never home alone and secondly, he doesn't know this but, I just don't believe in phone sex. It's a little out there for me. Something about moaning and sexually pleasuring myself to an open phone line just doesn't cut it.
I can't wait to slide your big hard cock inside me, feeling you thrust deep and hard until you're ready to explode inside me.
He texted back about how badly he wanted to be inside me, about how much he wanted to eat me out and play with my clit and all that fun stuff. How dirty and sexy at the same time, I thought. He's 56, I'm 28. It's so bad its good. And it's been going on for some time now, despite the fact that I told him I was married and the fact that I read about his new high-profile singer girlfriend, Tara McCann in the gossip blogs and saw them both interviewed about their new relationship on Entertainment Tonight.
"So, when will I see you again?" I asked. He called me up one night as I was going for a quick jog.
"Well, Tarah's putting on a concert in three weeks in your neighbourhood. I'll be town. Maybe we can meet up then?"
Sounds good, I told him. We exchanged a few more dirty words and hung up, feeling even more horny than ever.