May 1, 2003

There is a recurrent theme in my phone sex explorations, one which I have fantasized about since I was big enough for Mr. Dick himself, my ultimate tormentor to raise its ugly thick head! (well not so ugly really but hey, that's a different story!)

The fantasy involves 3 people. Me and two women, and the women don't necessarily have to be knock outs really, just good looking, pretty women with bodies to die for! (Kidding..)

In the fantasy, I am lying in bed, in between the two above who are busy chatting about anything, as long as that "anything" is not even remotely connected to sex.

I am naked of course, or at the very least, I have let Mr. Dick take some fresh air, as all decent males need to do from time to time and as the babes around me are busy chatting to each other, neither of them is really paying me any attention other then..

... nonchalantly playing with Mr. Dick.

The action is a very "matter of fact" type of action, just as one would brush one's hair whilst talking on the phone for example, as long as it is not seen as an intended sexual overture.

So the two babes exchange gossips, and as they do so, they both play with Mr. Dick who of course never looses a beep and is soon standing to attention.

The women talk and chat and talk more, and even get up from bed from time to time, to make coffee, go to the toilet, make a phone call, whatever.. but always returning back to the bed, on either side of me, and of course, resuming Mr. Dick's wanking.

They might comment about Mr. Dick from time to time and depending on my mood when I make the phone call, they might either praise its size, its strength, etc.. or simply be critical about it lack of "substance".

"... I made pasta for supper last night. It was really nice.. Look how big his dick is today.. I don't really know what I'll make for supper today though.."

On another call, it might go like:

"... Remember that dress I bought last month which I loved? Well I took it to the dry cleaning shop the other day and when they gave it back to me, it was not the same color! .... Look at this pathetic little sausage down there! I mean how can a man be so unlucky to have received such a little dick!... " and the other babe might respond.. "A different color! Shit! What are you going to do? Yep sure is tiny. <laughter> I am not even sure I would even know it was inside of me if ever I let him fuck me!.. I need to get myself a dress for next week.."

And so the chat might go on, for up to 30 minutes at the end of which the babes always bring me to orgasm and Mr. Dick, of course, always does its thing..

"... there it goes! Here pass me that towel over there.. Why do men have to be ... so sticky! What are you doing this afternoon?.."

Mr. Phone Sex