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Ever since I was a little girl, I've always loved romances. My favorite part of a love affair is being chased and seduced by my Romeo. I believe the perfect instrument for seduction in modern times is still the telephone. I always keep my cell phone with me, and one of my naughtiest pleasures is when a lover calls me unexpectedly while I'm exposed in a public place as he begins whispering endearments that get me so hot that I can hardly hide my arousal from all the strangers surrounding me. As I encourage him with ambiguous praise to disguise from eavesdroppers the true topic of our discussion, his pillow talk becomes more sensuous, stiffening my nipples and making my panties damp. * Blush! * Oh, my GOD! Now his images are so pornographic, his verbal intercourse has reached a passionate climax, and I'm orgasming right here in front of the whole world. Sinking to the ground, I moan weakly into my phone, "Lover, let's meet and do it tonight..."
You have a torridly talented tongue and are as skillful at after play as you are at foreplay. Unlike selfish guys who vanish the instant they've finished masturbating, you're aware that when we've scaled the first heights of ecstasy together, your multi orgasmic girlfriend needs lots of verbal kissing and caressing until we've gathered energies to turn the next page in our personal Kamasutra. You have a brilliant erotic imagination and are proud to prove it to me in the love letter you'll write me along with your phone number and the best time to reach you instead of your answering machine on which you will never find a message from me. I have to talk to you intimately several times before entrusting you with my number. Sorry, but I've learned this the very hard way. Please don't be too disappointed if I never phone you. Many feel they should be chosen, but few are called! I simply don't have time to talk to all the talented eroticists who proposition me. I know that you're my lover by your wanton wit and sensual sensitivity to how love life looks from my side of our bed. As for guys who tell me something like, "I can't write or talk on the phone, but I'm great at fucking!" You're molesting the wrong maiden. I bestow my fleshly favors only after a passionate courtship beginning with a love letter leading to a series of phone calls occasionally climaxing in a carnal encounter.