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Hi, I'm Genevieve. I work at a phone sex chatline. I monitor for "quality" and kick off people who are too dirty. Because there is a line. I enforce it.

Dirty people call in. Some aren't as dirty as others. These are their stories...




2002:January:10
happening:

But it meant nothing. Nothing more than lust.

"I couldn't resist you."

I am fool because I wished it meant more. I am a fool because I let him do it even though I knew. I knew what it meant.

ok so....i go to sleep last night wondering to myself as I do every night if I should lock my door. I, as every other night, decided to leave it unlocked. I hope he will come in this night. I hope he will crawl into my bed and kiss me.

I awoke around 2 am to a knock at my door ( my bedroom door) it was him and he was standing in his pajamas. I was half asleep and told him I was dreaming about motorcycles. He laughed and hugged me.
"i love you" he said in the way that sounds like he has just realized this amazing fact.

Then after we hug for a bit he leads me over to my bed and puts the cat out, closes the door and snuggles in beside me. He kisses me. Then we are making love. Sweet and slow. He said "let's go slow, my love, let's enjoy each other"

I did not have an orgasm but thoroughly enjoyed the sex regardless. we held each other for a long time then went and slept in his bed. we fell asleep spooning. we told each other we loved each other.

I woke up disoriented because I couldn't find the scratching post where I keep my phone. Then I realized I was in his bed. It felt a bit weird but sweet. he snuggled closer to me.

Then I got up, rubbed his back, kissed him, told him I loved him and he reciprocated--then I said I 'd see him later.

and I came here to listen to phone sex and agonize about what all this means.


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