Serena’s Thoughts

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Serena’s Thoughts

I know it turns you on to be on your motorcycle. And when we ride together? You can barely stand it! The vibrations waking the nerves between our legs. My arms wrapped tightly around your waist – just the way you like it. A quick ride around the block is all I needed to drip and slip in my panties. Please don’t make me wait any longer! I want to feel you between my legs.


Lights strobe to the electric beat. Your hands on my hips while we sway back and forth. My panties are showing my excitement as your hands slide across my body. My clit throbs to the beat. Play me. Use your mouth. Use your hands. Use your mind power over me.


I hang on the words that drip from your lips like sparkling sapphire crystals hanging from an ivory chandelier. My lips are the suction holding tight between your legs. My tongue dives and caresses around your most sensitive places. My labia flutter as my clit swells and throbs. My panties will be drenched before you come… maybe you’ll find them under the comforter later.


The seats vibrate underneath. Square by patchwork square we travel over the country. States passing beneath us, our hands clasped together. Normally I would be shy about your hand sliding up my dress but today I like the idea of living a little dangerously. Maybe we will get caught! Yes, we could easily sneak into the small bathroom, work ourselves into curious positions and climax each other… But isn’t it more fun to edge in the open?


I cant stop thinking about your perfectly freckled body, the beautiful curve of your lips (Oscar Wilde would be proud), or your wonder filled eyes. How much I would love to look down, see those eyes gazing up at me while your lips gently kiss my soft inner thigh, teeth lightly sinking in, and your tongue dancing. Your lips find their way to my throbbing panties. As you begin to slowly caress the soft satin, my legs wrap around you – entangling your arms, holding you close. Close. Closer. The magic you work with your perfect tongue and musical fingers causes my hips to thrust toward the ceiling, taking you up with them. You hold tight as I tremble and quivver, breathe…


The morning light beaming through the ceiling high window of the 1790’s English dining room dances across your soft, milky skin. Before you, delicate crepes overflow with berries and fresh cream. I could watch you watching the blue jays bathe and squirrels play in the garden for hours. I close my eyes and inhale the sweet rose scent of your soft hair and bury my face in the brown silken strands. You turn towards me and our lips meet, strands of hair pressed between my pillowy lips and the swelling protuberant tubercle of your soft pink lips. Our tongues slide between each other’s lips and twist against one another. I walk around your chair, our lips still pressed together – breath still flowing between our parted lips, and slide you away from the table. You pull me onto you, legs straddling you. I can feel the warmth radiating from between your legs and I know you can feel the warmth coming from between mine.


Every time I walk down the hallway to my bedroom I cant help but pause by the coat closet. I’m reminded of the night you pulled me into the closet with you. You pressed your lips against mine and kissed me so deeply. I can still hear the sound of your breath, can still feel the warmth as you press yourself against me. Hovering in nirvana between the cool wall and your warm body.


Your eyes are fixed on my small fingers. They delicately work their way around a plump, juicy orange. Peeling my way around the bumpy orange flesh… what else can my nimble magic fingers do, you ask? Call me and find out!


Your fingers electrify my skin. Your breath- warm like cinnamon. Your hand slides up my skirt as mine dives down your pants. Our fingers sliding back and forth. Throbbing. Dripping. Diving deep inside of each other.


I love that you share your secrets with me. I want to know every one of them. The thoughts that flow into your mind? Tell me all of them. What’s that? You’re feeling shy? Wrapping my arms around you, holding you close while your body adjusts to my slow, rhythmic breaths is just what you need. As our breathing begins to sync I feel your thoughts. They are racing so fast. My warm breath tingles your skin as my voice whispers into your ear, “Just breathe. Feel my body around you. Breathe.” Long, deep inhales. Intentional exhales.
Your thoughts calm. You are able to acknowledge them as they pass, breathing them through your mind. As we inhale another deep breath my right hand slides down your torso and slips into the front of your jeans. Over your panties I can feel your warmth. My fingers tremble over your swelling clit. Your knees weaken. My left arm holds you tightly against me, whispering into your ear I remind you to breathe. I won’t let you fall.


In the dimly lit dungeon the walls drip, paint peels and your heart races. You can’t remember how you got here or who brought you. The shackle around your ankle is a reminder that you are trapped, held prisoner. Who is your captor? What do they want?
Before your mind can contemplate the answers to the questions swirling around your head a heavy metal door creaks open above you. Light creeps down the stairs then vanishes as the door slams shut. You hear foot steps and a shadow darts around corners. Your heart races, your pulse throbs, sweat drips down your temples.
Fear isn’t the only thing you are feeling. The throbbing in your pants makes you question your reality. A whip cracks just above your head and you are snapped back to the present just as a leather mask is pulled over your eyes. Without the use of sight you must rely solely on what you can hear – breathing but not yours, dripping – both the sweat from your chin and the leaks in the pipes above your head. “CRACK” The whip, again, snaps you back. Back to feeling, feeling your skin peak and tingle, the sensation of nervous electricity. Feeling a whip snap against your bare flesh, your chest lurches forward in an orgasmic gyration and suddenly you crave more.


The sound of the waves crashing along the cobbled coast, the salt in the air when you breathe so deeply, the same salt makes the grains of sand stick to the tops of your toes. Your senses are tantalized, you tingle for more. More like my hands running over your body, feeling your electricity pulse as I pulse. Warm breath brushes against your skin – the electricity is enormous. Pulling you closer with each inhale, until our lips press so firmly – tongues searching, exploring, drinking it all in.


The warm scent of cinnamon and vanilla hits your nostrils when you open the door. You unbutton your shirt. As you walk down the hallway you notice the beautiful fresh dahlias in their mason jar home. You remove your shoes and step into the bedroom. The red light bulb in the nightlight signals you to grab the paddle. A pair of my stockings lay on the bed. Your pants hit the floor. You grab the stockings and make your way to the basement. Clothed in just your socks, underwear and unbuttoned shirt you make your way down the stairs. You hear my sexy voice but cannot find me in the darkness, “It’s not nice to keep your mistress waiting…”


You’re craving my sexy voice. It’s been too long since you’ve submitted to me. It’s time to surrender yourself to your Goddess. My voice will be your beacon, guiding you through the darkness. No need for fear – let me take the reins and drive you closer and closer to the desires that reside so deep in your heart that even you are unaware of them. But I know what they are. I know you need to be humiliated, tortured and mindfucked into submission before you will accept your fate as my slave. Get on your knees and pray to your queen. Pick up your phone and call me. I need to know you are committed.


You thought I’d be out for a while with my friends, the gorgeously chiseled men that the Greeks would have modeled statues after. You thought you’d have time to sneak into my lingerie drawer before I came home. You didn’t think I was going to lead those men right into my bedroom to catch you in my pink panties. You didn’t think we would make you watch, unworthy of participation. You most certainly were not expecting to be instructed to clean up the cum from inside me with your tongue. I knew you would love it and I was right!


You deserve somebody who is going to listen and engage with you. Stop chasing women that waste your precious time and cum to me instead. I understand that your time is valuable and appreciate every second we get to spend together. I love how relaxed you are at the end of our talks, whether we are connecting after a long week or having fun talking dirty in each other’s ear.


You’re right. I’ve been naughty and deserve the punishment you’re going to give me. Laying over your knee, my ass in your face, your hand up in the air. I feel you inhale. As you exhale your hand comes down hard on my left cheek. It stings at first, concentrated in a single impact point, then gets warm and begins to spread. The warmth taking over, “Thank you, Daddy!” I gasp. You wonder out loud if I know what I’ve done to deserve such strict punishment. “Yes, sir. It was my mouth, daddy, and the dirty things that come out of it.”


You finally got your dream car! Leather seats, moon roof and awesome Bose speakers… we’ve been having phone sex for months, chatting about all the things we would do once you got the keys. It’s time to make your sweetest dreams cum true!


You look like you could really use some special attention! Let your favorite sexy phone girl take care of you.

Kick off your shoes and sit back on your bed. Let’s leave this place and go somewhere else. How does Italy sound? It’s beautiful this time of year! We can spend the morning wandering down the cobble stone streets, breezing into sexy lingerie little shops, and sipping cappuccino. I absolutely LOVE the little negligees you picked out for me…


You look like you could really use some special attention! Sit back on your bed with your headset on and both hands free. Let my sexy voice take you on a XXX adventure! I know just what you like and how to take you there. Close your eyes and picture me straddling your legs in my little blue dress….


You’ve lived your life as a closet submissive – unhappily stuck in a vanilla life. But you crave flavor, CHOCOLATE to be specific. You’ve been searching for the Goddess who will show you the way. I’ll guide you all the way down that 12″ chocolate cock until your nose is buried in the thick hair covering his balls. Yes, there are tears running down your flushed cheeks but you are not sad… you’ve never taken a cock that big in your pretty little mouth. I’m so proud of you, slut!


You look so sexy tonight, relaxing in bed while talking dirty with your favorite phone girl. Your cock swells as you begin to stroke it. As you relax your legs fall open, exposing the little secret you’ve got hiding. You’ve been stretching for me, I see. Well, daddy, I’ve been stretching for you too. As I bend forward to pull my little gym shorts off my cheeks spread and you can see the base of my purple butt plug hiding between them. I’m glad we’re on the same sexy page tonight!


Oh darling! You look so sexy in your black lingerie and heels! Those lips are painted the perfect shade of cock sucking red… they really stand out against your blonde wig. You’re going to drive the men crazy at the bar tonight! No small cocks for you, only the biggest will do. Let your nose guide you to the most dominant man you can find – you’ll know when you inhale his masculinity. Will he follow you to the bathroom and use his body to push you inside? When he tells you to “get on your knees and suck [his] cock” will you listen like a good little slut? You better obey your daddy… he knows best.


How would you react if I told you that I have the good fortune of sexy phone girls are housemates? Between lingerie parties, sexy conversations, and play time there is never a dull moment! Wouldn’t you just love to be a fly on our wall? Our days start with coffee and cannabis (what is it about that plant that gets our panties dripping?). Now that the weather is warming up we have been taking advantage – sipping and smoking on the deck in little lace negligees or silk tap shorts and little camisole tops. The boys living in the house across the street always seem to be out when we are… I can’t say I blame them. Maybe soon they’ll be brave enough to say hi! If you lived across the street would you cum over? If you were brave enough to knock what would you say when the door opens? Would you be able to speak or would you be rendered speechless by the vision of three lingerie clad goddesses?


It’s so much fun having sexy phone time with you! Hearing your voice when I answer makes my pussy swell in anticipation. It’s hard to concentrate as you give me your information because all I can think about is your cock, growing as you try to focus on answering my questions. My voice is driving you wild, will you be able to hold on until I come back? It’s going to be tough for me too… As soon as I click back to your voice I gush, soaking my little panties. I can hear the excitement in your voice as we start to play… where will our fantasies take us today?


“Do or do not, there is no try.” Star Wars day is fast approaching… Anybody else as excited about it as I am? I’m going to cosplay Leia this year but I need a Luke. Give me a call, let’s act out a sexy Star Wars fantasy together. My “cinnamon bun” covered ears are waiting…


It’s been in the 70’s all week! I’m so excited to spend the afternoons tending my garden in bikinis and sun dresses. The sun warms my olive skin while the cool breeze ensures my nipples stay firm, a nice reminder that it’s spring. The flora and fauna are reproducing – all of the new life gives me energy and gets my panties tingling. Are you tingling too?


It’s finally April! You know what that means? One of my favorite days is around the corner! I love to start and end the day with a little cannabis – it opens my mind and gets my panties so WET! Let’s get stoned and do some sexy chatting! Who knows, we could discover some new fun or just expand on those kinks we already have. Either way – it’s bound to be a chronically good time ;)


Your body is a canvas, my tongue the brush,
each soft stroke painting you with my desires.
Warmth from my cinnamon breath grazes your cheek,
you inhale.
My lips wrap around your earlobe
as a sigh slips past your lips.
Softly,
teeth and release.

My mouth is talented beyond giving GREAT phone sex. Don’t you want to find out all the ways my soft, pink mouth will bring YOU pleasure?


Imagine that you are at your desk. Cock tingling against your leg. Nobody is around so you decide to rub it a little through your pants. It feels fucking so good, doesn’t it? You start thinking about how good it would feel to finally cum and releave those aching balls. Just as your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head you hear the unmistakable sound of high heeled steps… two sets of heels, two sets of steps. Slow, methodical. Coming for you.


Any comic fans out there with a mind as dirty as this sexxxy phone girl? Anybody who watches super hero/anti-hero movies and can’t stop thinking about all the dirty things they want to see happen between the characters? I LOVE how sexually fluid and flirtatious Deadpool is, even in the midst of a mercenary mission where bullets are penetrating his mutated body. Oh the things I want to see penetrate that body… He will be perfect to play little subbie bitch to a big, strong, sexy man… His constant banter and lack of filter would ensure his Dom will have plenty of opportunities to discipline. And who is this no-nonsense Dominant who will show Deadpool how to be a perfect subbie bitch? Bane. (I know, I know, they live in different universes… but their worlds are about to collide!) Give me a call, lets plan this together and see where it goes! Between my phone sex expertise and your kinks and fantasies we will write a masterpiece.


Do you enjoy blowjobs as much as I do? Do you like the way my sexy phone girl tongue slides over your head and down your shaft until my lips meet your pelvis? How about if I sink my pearly teeth, ever so gently (at first), into the base of your hard cock and graze your shaft with them on my way back up? Leaving a trail of saliva mixed with your sweet pre-cum all the way up your shaft. I know you like it when my velvety soft tongue reaches your corona, swirls around that swollen cock head before I swallow you whole. My mouth has many talents: phone sex and blow jobs are my favorite!


I’ve been thinking about anal a LOT lately. I love the idea of a big hard cock stretching my little tight asshole… burning as it glides deeper and deeper between my cheeks. I gasp as I feel your pelvis come in contact with my ass and I know you are all the way in. It’s so fucking good to have you this deep inside of me. Thrust and pump, use my little ass for your pleasure. The pain is just a reminder to relax and breathe… so I breathe and you thrust. And right when I think I can’t take it anymore you whisper in my ear, “Here I cum.” I feel your cock thrust deeper into my little fuck hole and I squeeze… every last drop of your cum belongs inside of me.


This romantic season really has me feeling extra sexy… I love all the red, lace lingerie in the store windows. I just can’t resist – I keep buying sexy little negligees and panties! I bet you’d love to see them, hold them, smell them and maybe even taste me on them. It’s your lucky day! You can… email me to find out how.


American Sign Language and Phone SEX are two of my passions. I would love to bridge the gap between the two and do a hot sex call with an ASL interpreter and their non-hearing client. The thought of the interpreter’s hands coming together to sign as I beg for “more” while your hands are working overtime on your cock gets my panties SO wet… rub your chest to say, “please” and I’ll sell them to you to prove it!