My [F] (31) video phone sex adventures with, for all intents and purposes, a stranger [M] (28)

Long-time lurker, first-time poster.

About a month ago, I received a DM on Reddit. I don’t typically respond to random messages, but this one said “hey! just wanted to message and say you seem super sweet haha.” I assumed he’d seen my comments on posts in this sub. We’ll call him… James. He asked if I’d like to voice chat sometime, enticing me with an “Aussie accent, if that helps.” I was VERY hesitant. People on the internet can be very shady. We exchanged a/s/l (if you’re old enough to remember AIM). And… we chatted for an hour or more. Played 20 questions, talked about politics, etc. He was very charming, witty, absolutely hilarious… and then he asked if I’d given voice chatting a second thought. And I had. So we exchanged Snapchats, and this is where the story gets interesting, naturally.

The very next morning as I got ready for work, James messaged and asked if I’d be able to voice chat. So, on my commute, we chatted. To my surprise, the conversation immediately turned sexual. I was a bit taken aback, but I am a very sexual person, so I allowed it.

He asked me about my favorite positions and my likes and dislikes. I have been sexually repressed for a long time, so I let him tell me about HIS sexual experiences first. That afternoon, he described a mind-blowing blowjob he’d received and why it was so good. He described his technique for “licking a girl out.” I still hear his voice in my head using that phrase. God, I wanted his head between my legs. Alas, we live in separate countries.

We texted throughout the next day, and that afternoon, he called me again. I told him that I’d been intrigued and aroused by the notion of being called a good girl. Apparently I have a praise kink. (Who knew?)

Never in my life have I experienced what I’m about to share with you next. And it has been a sexual awakening.

James suggested this: while on video chat, I should let him tell me how to play with myself. He asked me if I wanted to be his “good girl.” The afternoon of our first encounter, my heart was beating out of my chest. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this experience. So I video call him after work, and we chat on my commute (my eyes are on the road, don’t fret). He tries to titillate my senses, but I deflectdeflectdeflect.

Once I arrive home, I try to kill more time, and he recognizes this. I’m telling him where I am in my house, and once I get up to my bedroom, he becomes more serious. Not aggressive, but assertive. He asks if I have anything sheer I can wear, and so I change into a lace bralette with no liner. I prop my phone up on my bed with pillows, my lower half concealed as I stand beside the bed.

The conversation goes a little like this (his voice is so vivid in my head):

J: are you still wearing your panties?
M: yes
J: take them off
M: okay.. (and I do)
J: now… I want you to touch yourself
M: *giggling because I’m in disbelief* okay..
J: are you wet?
M: mmhm
J: let me see
M: *eyes widen* okay … (and I show him my finger, shiny and slick)
J: fuuuuck. Now.. put your finger in your mouth, and lick it clean

My eyes widen again, and I do.. and he groans again. I dip my middle and ring finger inside myself, and then lick and suck both of them clean – because I know he’s liking this image. His next instructions are to play with my nipples through the lace. He tells me that I must do this with my eyes closed until he tells me to stop. The series of praises I receive over the next few minutes have my entire body reacting.

J: good girl.. do you have your toys with you? (We’d discussed my small collection)
M: yes
J: get them out

I decided to take out my clitoral stimulator and my small dildo.

J: let me see them
I show him.

He requested permission to touch himself, which I granted. And the next 20 minutes are a blur of commands and requests from James, and my obedience. I’m a mess of pleasure. He asked me if I was going to be his “good girl,” to which I instinctively responded “yes, daddy.” That elicited one of the sexiest groans I’ve ever heard from James (or any man).

After a while, my hips became tired, and I requested to lift one leg onto the bed, to which he responded “of course, baby..” *swoon* He then groaned “fuckkk” long and low, at the sight of my bare hip and thigh. I imagine he wanted to be behind me very badly in that moment.

He told me to count down from 10-1 when I felt myself starting to climax. This was an edging technique he’d told me he’d used with other partners, but when I asked him why, he said he wanted to cum together. However, at this point, I was so unbelievably ready to cum, I only managed to get to 7 before I felt my entire body shudder as I found my release. The guttural moans that burst forth were a true testament to my pent up sexual frustration.

I apologized for cumming too soon, and all he said was “that’s all right. I can tell you really needed that.”

He told me how unbelievably sexy I was, and praised me again and again.

That day, and on a few other days, James was a gentleman, a scholar, a consent king, a dom, and a master of aftercare.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nwzib9/my_f_31_video_phone_sex_adventures_with_for_all