Saved By Phone Sex

I think many a relationship could be saved by phone sex. When you can’t see your lover because you’re traveling for business or because some impediment like wildfires and consequent road closures keeps you physically from climbing naked into her bed, the phone often is the only saving grace.

My lover lives 60 miles away. I cannot see her as often as I would like. So we supplement our amazing live sex with phone sex. And she is only a phone call away, even if she herself cannot come to the phone. Her outgoing voicemail, played only to my phone number, has her panting in the middle of full-on vocal orgasm. She is my dream girl.

The key to success is a lover who understands your needs. And she understands mine with an eerie precognition that means she knows when it’s time to call. When I answer the phone, her voice takes on the deeper, huskier tone of a sex kitten up to absolutely no good. She always asks where I am before proceeding. If I’m home she launches into her naughty monologue. But before she even starts, I can already feel her touching herself through the phone. It’s a race to throw myself on the bed and participate before she comes. But the thing about my girl is that there’s always more from where that came from.

She’s the hottest lover I’ve ever had because she speaks my language. Not everyone can articulate sex over the phone in a way that’s as exciting as in person. But my lover has mastered the breathy monosyllables of long-distance love. And when we come together, talking each other through the final strokes on the phone, it’s as if she were right there with me, moving against me in perfect harmony.