Call me, call me any, anytime!

[buckingham]

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.

Comments

[verunandesu]

That sounds like him. You are too good at this, whoever you are.

[Sypha hesitates, enjoying the word-painting a bit too much. She does enjoy it when Trevor is shirtless. The thought of him pleading with her - she likes that word, maybe a bit too much - is satisfying a small, vicious part of her soul that she didn't know she had. So she types the next bit out a little hurriedly, trying not to think of repercussions as she presses the button to send it.]

I think I would, yes. He always will give in to me eventually.

ahh sorry for erratic tags 0':

[encollar]

[ she has some intel on those humans who'd and defeated dracula because, come on, vampire hunters of that caliber attract the attention of bloodsuckers like her. she's a diplomat, but she also likes to collect info.

that, and she's a pervert. ] Always, huh? So you're the one in charge in the relationship?
I bet you love to boss around a big strong musclehead like him.
Imagine having him at your mercy, from the moment he wakes in confusion tied up in bed, as he struggles and discovers exactly what kind of entanglement he's trapped in, struggling but loath to say please and not only lose the game, but also end it.
Say, just out of curiosity. Does Belmont sleep shirtless and pantless? I bet he would.

np!

[verunandesu]

[Oh. Oh. Oh. Sypha tries to stop herself imagining Trevor like that since it is impairing her ability to think critically about exactly who is on the other end of this text chain.]

Of course I am the one in charge.

But we do not
...
I have never

It depends upon the weather. He is a very warm man.

[Wait ... 'Belmont'? She did accidentally give whoever-this-is Trevor's name at the beginning, but 'Belmont' makes her think of Alucard. In his tones.]

Who is this?

[encollar]

Aw, is my identity really that important?
Or, could it be, are you more interested in tying me up than your... warm man?

[verunandesu]

[There is a long silence. Sypha tries frantically to think of who this mystery texter might be, but she is failing fairly spectacularly. Her only lead - a guess, really - of Alucard is not viable since she has his number saved in her phone. And she does not really know anyone else with ... such imagination.]

It is. I prefer warm bodies.

[encollar]

[ funnily enough, so does she. ] Is that so. Or have you never had an encounter with a cold lover?

[verunandesu]

[A small voice in the back of Sypha's brain is telling her to just quit texting already, but she needs to have the last word. This person has made her extremely uncomfortable.]

I could not love someone cold.