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I love it when I have a call that is so much fun I literally can’t wipe the smile off of my face. (Okay, maybe the O-face drowns it out a little, but I contend that I can smile while cumming, dammit!) I especially love it when those calls remind me of a fantasy of my own that’s been on the back burner for a while, like strap on phone sex!

Pegging and strap on play is one of those things that I actually enjoy doing in my real life as well as my fantasy life. I have a beautiful glittery silicone strap-on that I’m infatuated with. I do confess to wearing it around the house sometimes when I’m alone because of how awesome and powerful it makes me feel (other people dance. Whatever.) I am the supreme penetrator of all that I see! No orifice is safe from my mighty dong of pleasure. I feel damn sexy, whatever it is. Maybe something about the way the harness holds my ass?

The appeal of strap on phone sex becomes even more apparent when you think about the reactions a somewhat reluctant yet hopelessly horny man would have to finding himself bound and at the mercy of some cruel little vixen like me. Lusty anticipation and a fair dose of fear would leave him breathless, jumping at every touch until he finally felt the one touch he’d been praying for and dreading all at the same time: the relentless pressure of my cock against the tight little bud of his ass. But see, I’m an evil bitch and I wouldn’t let him have it all that easy. Nope. No free lunches in this house buddy. I’d make him wiggle his ass and plead and beg for me to fuck him before I’d finally whisper “Earn it, bitch.” menacingly in his ear and watch a new frenzy take over his struggle.

And then I’d laugh and giggle and fuck the little whore until the cows came home and we both collapsed in a pile of sweat and cum and other nasties. It’d be awesome.

Cindy Jaye
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