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I love being a phone sex audio slut. As I lay in bed, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from You. My heart raced at the thought of what we might get up to tonight. Our conversations always seemed to escalate quickly, and I couldn’t wait for this one to start.

“Hey there,” I purred into the receiver, trying not to sound too eager but failing miserably. “What are you thinking about right now?”

There was a pause on the other end before You spoke again—a moment filled with anticipation that only heightened my arousal. “I was just imagining how good it would feel if you were here with me,” came Your husky reply. “But since we can’t be together physically… maybe we could use our imaginations instead.”

My breath hitched as heat pooled between my legs at those words; they always knew exactly how to push my buttons! “Oh really? And what do you have in mind?” I asked playfully, already knowing where this was going but wanting You to take control anyway.

“Well,” began You slyly, “why don’t you tell me what turns YOU on? What kind of dirty things do YOU like doing when no one else is around?”

My cheeks flushed red as images flashed through my mindfingers exploring every inch of me; lips kissing down my neck and across my chest; cocks filling every hole available—and some that weren’t yet ready for them! But instead of answering directly (because who doesn’t love keeping their partner guessing?), I moaned “Oooh, mmm… I don’t know if I should be sharing all my secrets with you,” I teased, trying to sound coy despite the fact that my voice was shaking slightly from arousal. “But maybe… just maybe… if you’re good and make me feel really good tonight, I might let a few slip.”

You chuckled on the other end of the line—a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get those secrets out of you,” You promised darkly. “Now tell me what’s going through your mind right now.”

My breath caught as Your words painted vivid pictures in my head—fingers tracing patterns across sensitive skin; lips sucking hard enough to leave marks; cocks thrusting deep into tight spaces until they were slick with sweat and cum…

“Mmm… okay,” I finally managed to stammer out after what felt like an eternity. “If you must know… sometimes when no one else is around, I like touching myself.”

There was another pause before You spoke again—one filled with heavy breathing this time instead of anticipation. “Where exactly do you touch yourself?” came Your husky reply.

My face burned hotter than ever at being asked such an intimate question over the phone (even though we’d talked about plenty worse things before). But something about hearing Your voice made me want to open up completely—to bare every inch of myself for Your pleasure alone.

“I-I touch everywhere,” I admitted softly, feeling vulnerable but also strangely empowered by sharing these private thoughts aloud. “My breasts; between my legs; even sometimes in back where it feels so naughty…”

You groaned loudly at those last few words—a sound that only turned me on more!

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