Menage à... call?
I awoke at the still dark out hour of 5AM yesterday morning, hungover. (Surprise!) Yet another early morning that God causes me to live through the consequences of an evening of overindulgence.
It was too early to do my routine of calling everyone that I went out with, texted and drunk dialed to ensure they still loved the OCG, so I planted myself on the couch after getting my needed morning coffee and watched early morning chick flicks on TBS.
Sitting there I realized that my arms were sore and my middle finger on my right hand was swollen and sore to the touch… so I, of course, continued to press on it. Having not a clue if I had taken a spill causing these injuries, I sat baffled until LaLo called me hours later at 9AM.
LaLo said she had no recollection of me harming myself, but didn’t know what may have happened when I returned to my apartment the night before. Contemplating and discussing the sitch with Beach Chic a bit later, she told me that I have turned into such a masturbation fiend that I probably caused the damage by coming home and drunk masturbating. Talk about getting into it….
Beach Chic then said that she kinda felt like masturbating herself. I told her I had gotten pretty good at phone sex and could offer my services. She asked how I even started this phone sex thing with TM, but agreed that he has the hottest voice that has ever existed and she might have done the same thing with him, had I not first.
I told her that there was just nothing hotter than him telling me to “spank my pussy”.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“Spank your pussy? You just kinda slap it.”
The next thing I hear?
“Ouch that kinda hurts… oh… and feels good.”
We continued to discuss the topic… umm… at hand, and Beach Chic said that some night we totally need to get wasted and have phone sex. Agreeing that I would completely do that, I expressed my concern, “But I know how to tell a guy to put his hard cock in my wet pussy, but what do I say to you? Rub your wet pussy on my wet pussy? It just doesn’t sound that hot.”
We got off… the phone and I thought about this endeavor for awhile. I mean I always love to try something I haven’t previously done, but I assume a sex convo with Beach Chic while masturbating might turn into more laughing than anything else.
I then had a brilliant idea and immediately called and left her a message. I told her it would be easier if we had a guy there, and came… to the conclusion that we should have three-way phone sex! I told her that I was sure that EB would absolutely be down with it.
I talked with EB, who agreed that would be something fun(ny) to try.
Beach Chic called me last night from her neighborhood bar, and said that she could not wait to try a 3 way phone sex call. And then said, “You’ll never guess what I have in my purse right now… a vibrator!”
“Dear Lord, Beach Chic… only you…”
She then reiterated how fun she thinks this ‘phone call’ will be, but said she thinks that we should practice first.
Practice phone sex… hmmm…
It was too early to do my routine of calling everyone that I went out with, texted and drunk dialed to ensure they still loved the OCG, so I planted myself on the couch after getting my needed morning coffee and watched early morning chick flicks on TBS.
Sitting there I realized that my arms were sore and my middle finger on my right hand was swollen and sore to the touch… so I, of course, continued to press on it. Having not a clue if I had taken a spill causing these injuries, I sat baffled until LaLo called me hours later at 9AM.
LaLo said she had no recollection of me harming myself, but didn’t know what may have happened when I returned to my apartment the night before. Contemplating and discussing the sitch with Beach Chic a bit later, she told me that I have turned into such a masturbation fiend that I probably caused the damage by coming home and drunk masturbating. Talk about getting into it….
Beach Chic then said that she kinda felt like masturbating herself. I told her I had gotten pretty good at phone sex and could offer my services. She asked how I even started this phone sex thing with TM, but agreed that he has the hottest voice that has ever existed and she might have done the same thing with him, had I not first.
I told her that there was just nothing hotter than him telling me to “spank my pussy”.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“Spank your pussy? You just kinda slap it.”
The next thing I hear?
“Ouch that kinda hurts… oh… and feels good.”
We continued to discuss the topic… umm… at hand, and Beach Chic said that some night we totally need to get wasted and have phone sex. Agreeing that I would completely do that, I expressed my concern, “But I know how to tell a guy to put his hard cock in my wet pussy, but what do I say to you? Rub your wet pussy on my wet pussy? It just doesn’t sound that hot.”
We got off… the phone and I thought about this endeavor for awhile. I mean I always love to try something I haven’t previously done, but I assume a sex convo with Beach Chic while masturbating might turn into more laughing than anything else.
I then had a brilliant idea and immediately called and left her a message. I told her it would be easier if we had a guy there, and came… to the conclusion that we should have three-way phone sex! I told her that I was sure that EB would absolutely be down with it.
I talked with EB, who agreed that would be something fun(ny) to try.
Beach Chic called me last night from her neighborhood bar, and said that she could not wait to try a 3 way phone sex call. And then said, “You’ll never guess what I have in my purse right now… a vibrator!”
“Dear Lord, Beach Chic… only you…”
She then reiterated how fun she thinks this ‘phone call’ will be, but said she thinks that we should practice first.
Practice phone sex… hmmm…
posted by hannahhas @ Monday, September 19, 2005
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