Phone sex is all about role play. Not only is it the safest method to have sex, it is also the one place where fantasies of all kinds can be explored. Fortunately, by and large we live in an era where what goes on in our bedroom is usually kept secret, but there are things that the law more than frowns upon and with some justification and some without. Two teenagers who have been boyfriend and girlfriend at school and have enjoyed intimate relationships with one another all of a sudden find themselves on the wrong side of the lay when one of them becomes eighteen year old before the other. This is where barely phone sex comes into play, the one area where expressions of desire and hidden secrets can be shared over a telephone line.

But even in the world of phone sex, there are rules. For example, we do not accept under age callers, period. If you are under the age of eighteen, they we will not talk to you. It’s the law and I happen to agree with it. But for all of you out there, past the age of 18, we will happily share with you your barely legal fantasies, such as the one I am about to recount, for your pleasure as much as mine. Remember, phone sex is all about role play!

Nature has been generous with me. I have the right curves in the right places, and as long as I can remember, I have been aware of the attraction men have over me. It’s presumptuous of me to be that blunt, I know, but it is the truth. In terms of beauty, mine has nothing to do with me so I take no responsibility over it. I guess I am lucky in that way.

When I was.. well barely legal (wink) I used to go to a country cabin that my parents owned in the mountains, famous for their blue ridges. This was a wooden cabin set right by a small stream coming down from higher up in the mountains and gathering pace as it passed right by us to eventually join a much bigger river somewhere down stream. Even in the middle of the summer, its water was icy cool, and only the very brave amongst us ever dared entering its bed. Other cabins shared the stream with us and amongst their occupants there was this man, older than eighteen, way older than eighteen who was the older brother to some of the kids that we hung around with. Every year I would see him, and with each passing year, becoming as I was a more complete woman, I suppose he begun to see me too!

The joke amongst us giggling girls was that he was “hung” like an elephant, judging by the size of his dick inside his tight swimming trunks on the days he showed us how brave he was by nonchalantly walking into the icy water. His cabin was across the river from ours and over time, he had developed a pattern, waiting for us girls to be together on my side of the river, before casually undressing and stepping into the water, as if he never knew we were there. He of course knew this, if only by the hackling of some of us, the bravest who would comment on the size of his dick riling him with lust and silly comments such as: “hey there, are you just happy to see us or is this thing inside your swimming trunks the leftovers of yesterday’s barbeque sausage!”

But jokes apart, we knew his dick was for real, and I had found myself beginning to think about it more and more. I had of course already tasted a teenage dick, not all teens are serious you know, but this one represented a taboo for me. Not only was its owner well over eighteen, his dick appeared to be humongous, the sort of dick a young girl’s little mouth would have difficulty wrapping around, let alone letting it slide inch by inch inside of her.

Call me for barely legal phone sex if you want to find out what happened next or just want to explore your barely legal, possibly underage role play fantasies with me!