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Dear Phone Sex Diary…Meredith’s Secret Life

seducing phone sexI am a lucky woman because I am blessed with guys who not only want me to please them–they fucking go over the top to please me.  I had to share these phone sex diary entries that ended up producing one of the single most satisfying phone calls of my career.  You want to take me over the top–replicate something like you see below–I am all about a long set up–mmmmmm!  

Dear Diary,
I am a prick tease. I go around saying I am not, but I really am. There is nothing that compares to the thrill of the chase, but once caught I am like a cat–I play with my food and then leave it for the vultures.
My latest target is actually my boss–the publisher of the newspaper. He’s married to a woman who won’t screw him. Not a bad looking guy–total A type personality. But he wears that sexual frustration in his movements, his mode of dress, the way he eats. I have reasons for putting him on my radar. You see, I was passed over for a promotion in favor of another stiff dick from the city. Second time it has happened. I suspect Mr. Gets None is afraid to get too close to me, but that is something I swiftly intend to rectify. Needing leverage I decide to conquest my first married man. Too bad for him though–his dick will never feel the soft walls of the inside of this pussy.
As a matter of fact, no man has because even though I am in my thirties, I am a virgin.
It’s not that I couldn’t fuck, I could fuck all I want to with the way I dress and carry myself. It’s just that fucking to me seems like the end of the road. The journey is much more fun.
And so with this in mind I set out to seduce and ruin this poor married soul (not a bit sorry). He had invited me to lunch because he knew I was upset about being passed over for the Ad Directorship. He was Don Juaning his best too. Schmoozing me and trying to convince me that the chair was better in the hands of someone with more grit than what I had. He has no idea what grit is. I am thinking of all the delicious ways I intend to tease him as I eat my piece of coconut cream pie.
Specifically I was dressed in a red satin demi blouse that came to points at my hip bones and was tailor fit to my curves. I’d chosen that and an obscenely short black business skirt with French stockings. I accented this nearly pornographic ensemble with 4” black stilletto knee high boots. I looked more like a stripper than an advertising maven.
He removed his glasses and looked at me as I suckled on the end of my fork. I intentionally let my red fuck me lipstick cake the tines a little and was tonguing the white meringue when he asked me if I was feeling ok.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” I said.
“You look, I don’t know…”
“I look what?”
“You know you’re dressed a little provocatively for the work environment.” He said. He couldn’t even look at me because I knew (he didn’t know I knew) his boner was nearly jabbing the underside of the table.
Upon checking my email back at the office, I had received an email from my lunch date. He said I look smoking hot.
Several days later:
Dear Diary,
I’m having a private meeting with the publisher tomorrow evening after hours. We’ve been engaging in inappropriate sexually explicit email conversations for the past several days. He called me to his office today to discuss an important matter and during which he made me clean his office (the prick). I just smiled because I surely plan to have the last laugh here. Anyway, after asking me about my sexual history (vetting me for STD’s I guess) he then asked if I was on birth control. I said yes, but really I wasn’t. I have never needed birth control. I am a virgin!
Anyway, I have the perfect outfit assembled for this meeting. It’s a cobalt blue mini suit–again a little provocative in its tailored fit and peek-a-boo cleavage. That is nothing compared though to what will lie beneath that suit. I cannot wait for him to see me in it. Contrasting to my cobalt blue suit–I have on a striking white corset with push up bodice and a lace up back. There are small beads sewn into teh fabric throughout–I bought it in the newlywed section. I plan to go without panties but wear my extended garters and bright white thigh high tights. We’ll see who has the last laugh when I ruin his dick. At least he’s not get any anyway so it won’t be a huge loss.
Let me be your Thanksgiving Temptress and let’s share some sticky gravy before our families descend upon us all:  Mention Turkey Temptress for 5 min free now through Thanksgiving.
 
I will not be available on Thanksgiving Day–Wishing you and yours a very safe and happy Thanksgiving and to all of you who keep me well buttered–Thank you–I am grateful to have such a great group of men in my life!