First off, I'd just like everyone to applaud the fact that I knew it was Friday! (Woo hoo!) Second, I have to admit, the name of today's fetish totally thrills me: Telephonicophilia, which, as you might imagine, means "Talking dirty on the phone or being talked to lewdly."
How do I like phone sex? Let me count the ways... I was thinking this morning about my first Princess phone, which I had way back in the day. And I remembered how cool I felt when voicemail first arrived. You could turn off your ringer at night, and in the morning, lift the handset and listen for the BEEP BEEP BEEP to tell you that someone loved you. I mean that someone wanted to fuck you. I mean that you had a message.
Several phone sex stories are floating around in my brain right now—but because I am not on my computer, I don't have access to the files. There's a fabulous Mike Kimera piece. And a divine telemarketer one by Xavier Acton called "This Action May Be Monitored," or "Quality Control." I know I wrote about the time Sam was in Tblisi and it cost us $12 a minute to fuck on the phone. (Talk about pressure.) I think that was in my story: "You Can't Always Get What You Want." Oh, and Elspeth Potter (an alter-ego of the talented Ms. Victoria Janssen) penned a sultry phone sex tale for Frenzy called "Unlimited Minutes." That one's a flasher, so I'm just going to type it in:Unlimited Minutes
Elspeth Potter
Ella called Julie on her cell phone. "I'm on the train," Julie said. "I've been carrying the phone in my front pocket, like you told me to."
"Put it back now," Ella commanded. "Don't answer it."
Julie blew gently into the receiver. "I'm going to need a new battery again," she said, and hung up.
Ella pressed redial. The phone rang for a long time. Could Julie's seatmate hear the phone's rumble? Was her pocket vibrating? Would the plastic smell of arousal?
Then Julie answered. "I almost screamed that time," she murmured. "Call me again before I get to Boston."
It's absolutely killing me that I can't get my computer up and running — and that I'm having a difficult time bringing my back-ups onto Sam's drive. So help me out if you will. Send me a snippet of one of your phone sex stories to post here — or post a bit in the comments — or send me a link to a story on your blog or website. Or tell me about a phone sex encounter that you had—or that time you fucked in a phone booth, or any phone-related phenomenon that you feel is worth sharing!
Oh, I'm thinking of this Pink Floyd song. You know, as the background music to this blog:
(Phone Ringing)
[Man:] "Hello?"
[Operator:] "Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.
Will you accept the charges from the United States"
(Phone is Hung Up)
XXX,
Alison
P.S. This bracelet, which I coveted, has sold out. But 19 Moons has many many beautiful items for sale!
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One of my favorite phone-sex stories is Catherine Lundoff's "Phone, Sex, Chocolate," as seen in Sex and Candy.
As for me, I have dabbled ...
It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who—only a couple of Saturdays ago—had phoned me from a toilet seat in Nordstrom’s ladies’ room to tell me she was having the best piss of her life, and that she wanted me to listen. “Wish you were here,” she’d giggled, like a kinky postcard.
["Any Day of the Week"]
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"Do you recall when you had to call me at home on my day off last week?" Cordelia continued. "To ask where those files were? I was actually touching myself, listening to you. I didn't even notice I was doing it while we were talking. But then I hung up the phone with my left hand and wondered what had become of the right one. It was in my panties, Henry."
It gave me a peculiar feeling to hear my name used in such proximity to her panties. "I'm glad you found it," I managed.
["Cordelia's Significance"]
Oh!!
God I love phone sex...and talking dirty...and phone sex...and...
umm..what was the question?
Oh,got it. Sorry...sidetracked.
I actually have a story where all of it is told via phonecalls...but it's not really erotic, more romantic.
I do have lots of memories of phone sex though ;)
Mr. Greyson and I met online. Yup, we're one of those rare internet success couples! But, in addition to meeting that way, we also had the obstacles of the entire states of Tennessee and Kenntucky between us.
So, we talked on the phone. A lot. I didn't get much sleep. He didn't either. Our shortest conversation was an hour(cut short because he had class) our longest was seven hours(from 11p-6a).
We still warm up over the phone. I love calling him to let him know I'm on the way home and hear that tone of voice, that one that says I'm going to get it before I even get my shoes off. Mmmm.
SEVEN HOURS.
I hope you were on speaker, my god, the hot-ear. I hate that brain tumoury feeling :)
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