Chatting and pics plus masterbaiting

I tried phone and cyber sex with my husband on from business trips. He didn't enjoy and felt the video clips were too short to get him off.

I bit my tongue because the night before a stranger from here had no problem with it.

Hubby lost out. Men of Lit, enjoy your win.
Agreed… there’s such a rush to all the right places.
 
It's been a while, but had a few long running online affairs that where just this (plus phone). This is great fun! I need to step up my clips game though. Throw in voice and I'm hooked!
 
I have chatted here, which lead to another platofrm which lead to phone and its amazing. Sharing pictures and videos gets me soo worked up. Hoping to find that again soon.
 
I'd love to get to chat with any female and pic/video trade I'm so hard and horny and would love to get a load of to you
 
I enjoy chatting and stroking. Being a sexless marriage you need different stimulation. Hand and cock get so used to each other you need something different
 
It's better if you wear a headset/mic and use a speech-to-text program: 'hands free'... ;)
 
We’ve enjoyed greatly. Whether we’ve been j business trips away from each other, or hone chatting with friends. Nothing like coming home to see your wife, naked, legs spread playing with herself as she chatting away with someone. I’ve watched her a few times, and she’s watched me. It’s something we definitely recommend trying
 
I live in close proximity to a school. Sometimes I hang around to jeer at the teachers arriving in the morning, or leaving after their final class in the afternoons:

"Look at you in your clown outfits!" I scream at them, "the mortar-boards, the long coats! You twots can't educate worth shit. Do you know what the square on the hypotenuse is equal to? I'll bet you fucking don't. The sum of the square on the other two sides, that's what. But only in a right-angled triangle, you mugs!"

Occasionally I bring a few friends along and we chat when there aren't any teachers around. But pics, no, we never use pics while masterbaiting. Never seen the need for baiting purposes, to tell you the truth. Me, sometimes I'm just there baiting on my own, though: yesterday there was this teacher came out, bint of bints she was, a plug-ugly flat-chested nerdess with mauve crimplene trousers, and - horrors - a vile check shirt, buttoned right up to the top, plus a light-blue beret - honestly, I have never seen such a first-class gag-and-retch get-up.

"Oi, doll!" I shouted. "Bet you can't spell for toffee. Spell "masturbates", go on, bet ya can't, ya stoopid prat!"

Guess what? She just blinked at me through those ruddy specs of hers, with glass an inch thick, and said "Of course I can spell that. M-A-S-T-E-R, B-A-T-E-S, Master Bates. Why would I NOT know, young lady? I work with Master Bates on a daily basis here. And who are YOU, anyway, if one might know?"

Laugh? Did I laugh? I'll say I laughed, thought my jeans would never dry during the walk home! But I told her who I was:

"Me," I told her flatly, "I'm Mistress S. Just you call me Mistress S, lover. Mistress S the Masterbaiter."
 
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