Phone sex & Sexting

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the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[choukin]

[ The orders come easily, too. Just part of his personality, to speak with authority, to tell her exactly what he wants without even blinking. Is it just because of their relationship as boss and secretary, or something deeper? Who can say?

Ah, but if only he were the one undressing her. He can imagine it, as he hears the rustling of her clothes. How soft her skin is, how full her breasts. How sensitive she is to his touch. And yet he's stuck here, at least for now. ]

I suppose you had better, since I can't see it for myself, yet.

[ Not that he hasn't seen a few of her sets already. Enough to imagine, how the soft and lacy cups of her bra might cradle her, or how the crotch of her panties might already look darkened and damp in one of her lighter, softer pairs. ]

Just don't rush. I'll decide how much pleasure you feel.

[bitterambrosia]

[Working with authority figures comes naturally to Ambrosia, complete with a polite smile and carefully crafted words that are essentially part and parcel of her role. Except behind her hardworking mask lies a woman who feels something bitter. Overworked. Empty.

Kento Nanami is the only boss she's ever had who makes her feel alive.

She shivers at the sensation of her own smooth skin, of her splayed fingers sliding down her neck and tracing the contours of her breasts. If only it were his hands.]

It's white, with a tiny bow in the middle.

[Sure enough, the bra's cups mold her generous chest like a second skin. His voice manipulates her body through sheer depth and huskiness alone, and the effects are swift — hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her bra, a damp spot on her panties, her own breathing turning erratic, sweat drops on her flushed face.]

The clasp is at the front.

[choukin]

[ If nothing else, she can always rely on Nanami to make sure that she's well rested after a long day, in one way or another.

Like now. He can hear the heat in her voice. The urgency. She's getting worked up so quickly, and he's barely pushed it that far. His eyes close over for a moment, picturing her heavenly breasts, her nipples straining against the material. Begging to be pinched, sucked, nibbled.

Perfection. ]

Open it. Play with your nipples for me, just lightly. Tease them.

[ And then, not long after: ] Now pinch. Firmly. Like I would.

[bitterambrosia]

[Karma must've been generous for once; it made sure she found her ideal man in Nanami. Intelligent, resourceful, strong, warm, earnest.

And absurdly sexy with little effort.

Oh, how she longs to have his face buried between her breasts, his hot breath warming her skin. Just the image whets her appetite and heats up her core. The sound of an undone clasp is soon followed by a breathy moan. A soft yelp, and then...]

M-Mister... Nanami...!

[Urgent cries leave her lips unrestrained. Ambrosia is at her most debauched — breasts bared to the chilled air, covered by her trembling fingers that dimple warm flesh with each firm grope. Her nipples turn red and swollen between her index fingers and thumbs, and there's a pretty cry out of her mouth. Not even the dark rings of flesh surrounding her nipples are spared by persistent hands, the flats of her fingertips tracing them with such urgency.

She lets out a frustrated groan. The textures are off. Fingers aren't calloused or thick enough. Her nipples are covered by sweat, not his saliva. She can't feel his mouth or teeth.]

[choukin]

[ And she knows, doesn't she, that he'd love to be there? To feel her breasts full and soft in his palms. To squeeze her, claim her. To kiss over her smooth skin, to taste her sweetness, to tease her nipples with mouth and teeth and anything else. To make her squirm and moan and beg for more.

It's going to be hard for him to focus like this, isn't it? ]

Giving in already? You're too sensitive for your own good. I haven't even told you to reach between your legs, yet.

[ Though he's sure that she's aching, tingling, dripping in her panties. And he can't wait to see that for himself, too. ]

Is that what you want? Permission for more?

[bitterambrosia]

[She knows what she wants: him. To comb her fingers through his hair, his teeth leaving behind marks on her neck and chest. To entrap him between her legs, his cock pulsing inside her. To capture his lips in a passionate kiss, his hands squeezing her soft breasts in a possessive grip.

It's not fair that he can leave her breathless and wanting in bed, writhing against the cool bedsheets, toes curling, back arching... not fair!

She calls out, strained against the heat inside her body but just as determined.]

No! I won't give up! [She sees herself as stronger than this. She can't let him down. Her voice lowers, a gentle plea with uneven breaths.] Please... give me more. I want...

[Her thighs rub together, a damp spot on her panties growing a little bigger. It's like she's stuck in a sauna with her skin turning extra flush, sweaty palms covering her breasts.]