1. How I became a whore. Foreword
  2. How I became a whore. Part 1
  3. How I became a whore. Part 2
  4. How I became a whore. Part 3
  5. How I became a whore. Part 3. Continuation
  6. How I became a whore. Part 4
  7. How I became a whore. Part 5
  8. How I became a whore. Part 5. Continuation
  9. How I became a whore. Part 6
  10. How I became a whore. Part 8
  11. How I became a whore. Part 9: Gadget

Matter of chance.

May 2009. I sat at home on the couch in a silk robe and just toiled for idleness. I took the phone. I do not know what I found at that moment, but I got into dating for flirting. After a short registration, joined the chat obsessed with one goal. Literally immediately showered with messages from the guys with unambiguous sentences. Many asked for a phone number to talk "live". When I wrote my number in response, my stomach tickled pleasantly. The adventure excited me. I felt that the bottom locks. Calls started, chatting with guys. I immediately told everyone that it was not a prude and I can communicate on any delicate topics. I really felt free to communicate, because I realized that I would never meet with these people in real life. And at the same time, such frank communication with people completely unfamiliar to me very much excited me. I involuntarily began to stroke between my legs. From me just flowed on the sofa. I had to get up and lay a towel. I've never had phone sex before. It was so unusual and cool. The whole body was shaking from orgasms!

Speaking, in my opinion, already with the sixth interlocutor, I almost fainted from orgasms. By this time I was lying on the floor, because of the strong discharge, in the pool of my death. When the conversation ended, I got up, my legs trembled, the labia swollen and reddened, the silk robe on my back was all raw. Finally came the realization of what happened. I felt uneasy. I went to the bathroom. (Especially for eroticspace.infosexitails.org) After washing, I myself wiped the floor of the room. There were so many excretions that a decent puddle remained on the floor, even if one considers that part of them was absorbed in a robe and a towel on the sofa. Again played the phone. I picked up the phone, an unfamiliar number. I called one of the guys with whom I already talked. His name was Paul.

“I can’t live without your voice,” he said. I laughed. It was fun.

“I never would have thought that I could captivate a guy who did not see me so much. Only in a voice, ”I replied.

"You're just a miracle! That was incredible. Have you really finished? ”Pasha asked with admiration.

“Of course, really. I do not know how to pretend ”- I answered as much as possible by making my voice sexy and insinuating.

“Can we get to know you better?” I laughed again.

“Do you want to come to me?” I cooed. “Let's talk later. I'm just powerless now. ”

“Good,” answered Pavel. I turned off the phone and saved the number. Cool boy - I thought - although he was only about nothing for years. Tiny. I grinned. If I knew how events will unfold ...

3 comments
  • curious (a guest)
    April 25, 2013 20:24

    That way you, dear young lady, with full contact, you can flood, and drown in your ends, and yourself and your partner.

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  • Another curious (a guest)
    July 18, 2013 16:43

    You can also flood the neighbors below))

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  • LonelyXT (a guest)
    July 20, 2013 19:23

    and with a certain skill and neighbors above!

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