Daily Loaf

During phone sex, most men are interested in their fantasies, what they want women like me to do to them. Over the phone I’ve done it all, from getting down on my knees and making them rock hard, to riding them so hard their balls need to be iced down. For me, these fantasies are old and boring, so I’m going to share one of my own.

When I see him, my mind slips into fantasy.  This bay area rapper’s voice makes my my body tingle. Seeing him, my mind repeats, “I want to lick the rapper.”  This is no grimy rapper like Lil’ Wayne. He’s so fucking sexy that he makes me want to hoist my freak flag and fulfill my fantasies on him (and fulfill a few of his own in the process). What heterosexual male hasn’t fantasized about having sex with a phone sex operator?

I’d invite him over to my place.  I feel comfortable here.  My bedroom is set up for sex.  Restraints are tied to each corner of the four post bed.  My cat-of-nine-tails hangs from a hook beside my bed.  My night stand is loaded with toys:  glasscocks, vibrators,  nipple clams, cock rings, hot body oils, benwah balls and of course condoms–everything I could want or need to have hours of fucking fun.

I’d meet him at my door in matching red and black bra and panties.  Lace with nipple holes cut out of the bra.  The panties are split for easy access.  The look on his face makes me smile. I know he’s already hard. I don’t like to waste time.

As he walks through the door I’ll be on him, ripping his clothes off.  I’m imagining the feel of his skin on mine, igniting a fire between our bodies.  I want to feel his hand wrap around my hair while he kisses me deeply, taking control of my mouth with his lips and tongue.  He runs his other hand down my neck, across my chest to my nipples, ripe for the pinching.  His mouth follows the same path.  He takes my nipple in his mouth and works it so well, I nearly cum on his stroking fingers.  I’m so wet it drips down my thighs; he has my clit hard and throbbing.  The need to feel him inside me has me panting and moaning.  I turn around and press my ass on him.  I want him to bend me over and slide into me from behind.   The feel of his cock stroking me,  sliding in and out slowly, getting my clit harder and my pussy wetter with each inch.  He’d stroke me, smack my ass and pull my hair. I’d moan and ask him to fuck me harder. Give me all his dick, deep, harder, faster. Finally so complete that I cum all on him.  Then I want to lick the rapper.

Should I lick the rapper?  Check him out and let me know, Yes or No?

http://www.myspace.com/phantomtherapper

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