“ I didn’t see that coming. Why did you ask me that? That’s pretty intimate.”

He was asking me questions that made me uneasy. I normally dominate conversations but he was in control of this one. Part of me wanted to hang up. The other part was too intrigued by his straightforwardness to allow our 5th phone conversation to end. He wasn’t abrasive. What he was asking was just unexpected. He doubled down on his line of questioning.

“ I guess I just want to make sure I can satisfy you. You told me no topic was off limits. I want to know how you like to be pleased. Sex with me isn’t just sex. It’s an experience. So can you please tell me how I can make it an unforgettable moment for you?

“Ok! fine! I’ll tell you what I like”

Sex was something I just did. The men I slept with in the past were well versed in cultivating orgasms from me. Well, at least most of them were. Come to think of it, maybe 30% were. There were plenty of times I faked it. There were countless times the guy got off before I could even get on.

I didn’t think I was comfortable enough to divulge this information with him. He was attractive but we’d only known each for a few weeks. I definitely didn’t trust him just yet. But he was insinuating he would fulfill my needs. Lately I’d been sexually frustrated. I’ve gathered a substantial toy collection being single. But it’s been over a year now and I desperately craved satisfaction from a man. So if he wants to know what I desire, I will tell him.

“ Well first you need to know I have a name for my womanhood. I call her Miss Kitty. Miss Kitty loves to be licked. She loves to be sucked on. I want to ram your head into Miss Kitty and smother you in her juices. She’s also a squirter.“

I channeled my inner Betty Boop/Marilyn Monroe voice for sex appeal. He laughingly let me know he could and would accommodate this demand.

“ Hmmm I look forward to meeting Miss Kitty. She’s one of my favorite delicacies. I can guarantee that she’ll squirt and she’ll purr!”

Oh shit! I’m leaking. It was something about the way he said he’ll make her squirt. I believed him. The thought of it happening soaked my panties. I caressed Miss Kitty while I continued.

“I like it a little rough. I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I want my clothes ripped off like I’m a treat you crave. Rip my wrapper up baby. I want to be spanked. Leave your hand print on my ass. Ooooh yeah, I want my hair pulled. I want you to talk dirty to me. Call me your whore. Call me your dirty little slut. I want to be choked like I need to be taught a lesson. When you’re in me, when you’re pumping hard, I want you to bite my neck ferociously. I want you to damn near draw blood. Be my sensual vampire. And when it’s time for you to unload, I want you to shower me all over my body. I want you to rub your cream all over my face and body like lotion. Hmmm that shit feels so good to me”

I could hear him unbuckle his belt and he unzipped his pants. I was getting him aroused. I was horny and I couldn’t conceal it nor did I want to fight it. I wanted to continue this in person.

“You should come over”

I couldn’t believe I said it but there was no backing down now. I could hear through the phone he was zipping his pants back up.

“I’m on my way” and he hung up…….