Slutty Phone Sex On The Floor
SET LIST · EXT 8006 · DON’T SIT ON THE BED
Slutty Phone Sex On The Floor
Slutty Phone Sex · Degradation · Rough Sex · Confession · Dominant · Cock Control · Edging · No Limits · Tease & Denial Phone Sex · Ass Worship · Blowjob Phone Sex
You’re on the rug because I told you the bed was too comfortable. Phone on speaker by your knee. Shirt off. Jeans open. I can hear the belt buckle when you shift. Don’t shift. I didn’t say you could get cute about it. I want you still enough that the only thing moving is your hand when I allow it, and your mouth when I ask what you’re looking at. You’re looking at nothing. The ceiling. Good. Stay there.
This is Slutty Phone Sex the way I actually do it. Not a cute moan track. I’m in a black slip, one strap off, sitting on the bathroom counter because the light in there is ugly and I like ugly light when I’m being mean. My hand is over my chest so I can feel my own heartbeat while I tell you what to do with yours. No pants. Cold tile under one foot. If you were here you’d be on that tile, not on a rug. Be grateful I let you have the rug.
Degradation first, so you know the tone. You’re not my boyfriend. You’re the hand I borrowed. Say it. Louder. I don’t care if you feel stupid. Stupid is useful. Rough Sex is the pace in my head, not the pace in your fist. If you grip hard and sprint I will hear it and I will stop you. Confession: I like the second stop better than the first. The first is manners. The second is when you realize I meant it.
Dominant is not a costume on me tonight. It’s the fact that your cock is out and you haven’t stroked yet. Cock Control is simple. Thumb on the underside. Slow. From the base to just under the head. Stop. Again. I want you leaking before I let you have a real stroke. Edging is the whole point. If you come in the next five minutes you can hang up and sit in it. No Limits means I will say the filthy part out loud. It does not mean you get to finish when your hips jerk.
Tease & Denial Phone Sex, since you need the name. I describe getting off the counter. Slip stuck to my thigh. I turn so you can hear the sink run, then I shut it off. I tell you I’m bending over the counter, hand still covering my tits, ass out, and you are not allowed to picture touching it yet. Ass Worship comes after you behave. You tell me what you’d do with your mouth if I let you kneel. You keep your hand still while you say it. If your voice shakes, good. Say it again, slower, like you mean the kneel and not just the orgasm.
Blowjob Phone Sex is me telling you how I’d take you, not you inventing a porno. Lips wet. No hands at first. You’d feel my tongue and then nothing, because I’d pull off and look up and wait until you asked. You’d ask nice. I’d go back down and take you deeper and you’d try not to thrust. You’d fail. I’d pinch your thigh. That’s the version. Now stroke once, only once, and tell me if you’re close. Don’t lie. I can hear a lie.
You’re close. Of course you are. Stop. Hand off. Flat on the rug. Breathe through your nose. I can hear you trying to be quiet and failing. That’s fine. I want the fail. Slutty Phone Sex is me getting wet while you suffer, not me performing a climax on cue. I’m touching myself now. Two fingers. Slow. You don’t get to match me. You get to listen. The slip is up around my waist. The counter is hard on my hip. I tell you that so you can feel the edge of it like you’re the one bent over it.
Put your hand back. Loose. I say three strokes. You do three. Not four. I can count. On the third you hold the head and you do not move. I talk you through what I’d do if I walked in. Boot on your chest. Slip still on, nothing under it. I’d stand over your face and make you look. I’d make you ask. Then I’d sit, not all the way, just enough that you could taste me and not enough that you could get greedy. Your hips would lift. I’d tell you to put them down. You would.
I let you stroke again, longer, still not a sprint. I describe the mess on my fingers. I describe wiping them on your mouth if you were here. You groan. I call you desperate because you are. It isn’t an insult if it’s accurate. You thank me. I didn’t ask for the thank you and I take it anyway. When I finally say you can go, you go messy, on your stomach, on the rug, phone still by your knee. You don’t get to aim. You don’t get a towel until I say so.
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Stay down after. I stay on. I tell you to taste your fingers and then tell me what you taste like. You do it. You sound wrecked. That’s the part I keep. If you call again, don’t start with a compliment. Get on the floor first. Text me when you’re there. Slutty Phone Sex with me starts before I pick up.
I’m still on the counter. Slip stuck to me. Light still ugly. You’re still on the rug with your hand a mess and your jeans around your thighs. Don’t clean up yet. Sit in it until the call drops. That’s Slutty Phone Sex when it’s me. I hang up while you’re still catching your breath.
hand off · then I’ll tell you
Get on the floor. I’ll decide if you get back up.
— Levi