You’d intrigued me in so many ways for so many months. You’d think if I’d waited that long, I could have waited just a bit longer until our first date. Perhaps it was knowing you were buzzed. Perhaps it was knowing you’d been out with someone else earlier. Perhaps it was a desire to set the tone for our first dinner. But most likely it was you texting me that you had just crawled into bed with your Hitachi, vibrator, and teddy bear. The teddy bear you grind against to cum harder than anything or anyone can make you. The teddy bear who has been your most special companion since childhood and who you discovered at age 16 was more than just something to cuddle. The teddy bear that, ever since that sweet, sweet 16, has been the toy that never needs an external power source to turn you on. Yes, it was Teddy that ensured I would call and talk you through my descriptive mind as you ground your pussy against its plush fur.
And so we begin the phone role play, first as daddy, watching you from the doorway as you molest your stuffie between your thighs. Approaching mid-climax to run my finger through your slit and simultaneously press you down harder onto its muzzle. Allowing your next release only as I shove my cock in your throat to pacify your screams of ecstasy such that mommy cannot hear. Then shifting you to daddy’s lap, for needed discipline on your bare bottom for touching your private places. Now grinding against daddy’s head, rather than teddy’s. Your next gush so enveloping my cock you must clean it before I return the favor of lapping you into a drinkable squirt, to which I have no choice but to refill you with fluid from my cock pumped deep within you.
Hearing how hard you cum from my descriptive oratory increases my own masturbation. Sensing your vulnerability at cumming for me before we even meet, I tell you how I too learned to masturbate by grinding; and still masturbate like that to this day. As I go on to describe my own journey of self-discovery from the age of 16, and nightly play since then, your comfort with me becomes real. Your breath changes, your moans deepen, your gasps intensify, and suddenly it’s as if you were with me in more than a telephonic connection. I intuit your drift to subspace. I feel your need for tenderness. I know the words you crave. I empathize the longing emotion you outwardly reflect for protection. You listen as I say: