Straight Male / 75+
Want To Masturbate With Joanne
In 2001 there was a telephone masturbating service where we self-pleasure-loving folks could call to leave messages for other needing-to-masturbate callers to listen to and then leave a responding message. We couldn’t talk directly with the callers who responded, but we could leave messages there, all recorded and safe for us to call our private sound-bank to listen to the messages that had been left for us. We could then record them on to our own phone recorders to listen back to whenever we felt the need – the want.
The cost was about 48 cents a minute as I recall – but billed directly to our telephone account. Then one day it was gone. I wish they still offered such a thing, if anybody knows of one, please let me know. I’d love to share my masturbatory stories vocally.
There was one female heavy-breathing friend whose name was Joanne; I am leaving this message here specifically for her in the hopes she by the rarest of chances reads this and will email me. Joanne, I will know it’s you because you will leave on the message my name and the name of the town you lived in and the name of the town I lived in. If anybody else calls, I will know you are not Joanne but maybe you’re a female wanting to masturbate. No male callers please.
Joanne is still masturbating I’m sure, aren’t you, Joanne! I still listen to the messages you left me back in 2001 and would love to let others hear it, but that would invade Joanne’s privacy; however, I will confess to you all: here the word-for-word message Joanne left while bringing herself to an intense orgasm.
This is it:
“I’m standing up with one of my legs on top of the – bathtub. My legs spread really wide. I’m just jiggling my clit, oh yeah, I like that. And my big titties are jiggling along with it. I wish you were standing behind me and I could feel your hot, hard, erect penis right at the tip of my buttocks. That would really excite me, and you could reach around underneath, and you could start to play with my pussy like I’m doing now. Oh, yeah, my legs are spread really wide. Ahh, it feels so good. I haven’t done it in a while and it feels good and I wanted to share it with you, because I know you love to mas-tur-bate. I know you love the word. I know you love that you can’t stop playing with yourself. Oh, my pussy is so wet. It (unintelligible) to cum. I wish that, uh, your mouth was just cuddling my pussy, and I could cum right in your mouth. Whenever you talk about me manipulating my clit, do you know what that does to me? Make me lie really still when you pull down my panties and work my pussy and my clit. Oh, yeah, I’m masturbating really fast now – can you hear it in my voice? Can you hear the rhythm? Oh, yeah, my legs are spread really wide and now I have my legs down and I’m just like squatting. Oh, my c**t is so hot, I’m gonna cum just for you… oh, yeah, oh, yeah. I didn’t want to masturbate again but I had to. Oh, oh, ah, oh, ahhhh, ohhh……”
Joanne, please call me again. Please masturbate for me again and email me your phone number, so we can cum together again. I have missed your heavy breathing and word-for-word description of what your fingers do so well.
The cost was about 48 cents a minute as I recall – but billed directly to our telephone account. Then one day it was gone. I wish they still offered such a thing, if anybody knows of one, please let me know. I’d love to share my masturbatory stories vocally.
There was one female heavy-breathing friend whose name was Joanne; I am leaving this message here specifically for her in the hopes she by the rarest of chances reads this and will email me. Joanne, I will know it’s you because you will leave on the message my name and the name of the town you lived in and the name of the town I lived in. If anybody else calls, I will know you are not Joanne but maybe you’re a female wanting to masturbate. No male callers please.
Joanne is still masturbating I’m sure, aren’t you, Joanne! I still listen to the messages you left me back in 2001 and would love to let others hear it, but that would invade Joanne’s privacy; however, I will confess to you all: here the word-for-word message Joanne left while bringing herself to an intense orgasm.
This is it:
“I’m standing up with one of my legs on top of the – bathtub. My legs spread really wide. I’m just jiggling my clit, oh yeah, I like that. And my big titties are jiggling along with it. I wish you were standing behind me and I could feel your hot, hard, erect penis right at the tip of my buttocks. That would really excite me, and you could reach around underneath, and you could start to play with my pussy like I’m doing now. Oh, yeah, my legs are spread really wide. Ahh, it feels so good. I haven’t done it in a while and it feels good and I wanted to share it with you, because I know you love to mas-tur-bate. I know you love the word. I know you love that you can’t stop playing with yourself. Oh, my pussy is so wet. It (unintelligible) to cum. I wish that, uh, your mouth was just cuddling my pussy, and I could cum right in your mouth. Whenever you talk about me manipulating my clit, do you know what that does to me? Make me lie really still when you pull down my panties and work my pussy and my clit. Oh, yeah, I’m masturbating really fast now – can you hear it in my voice? Can you hear the rhythm? Oh, yeah, my legs are spread really wide and now I have my legs down and I’m just like squatting. Oh, my c**t is so hot, I’m gonna cum just for you… oh, yeah, oh, yeah. I didn’t want to masturbate again but I had to. Oh, oh, ah, oh, ahhhh, ohhh……”
Joanne, please call me again. Please masturbate for me again and email me your phone number, so we can cum together again. I have missed your heavy breathing and word-for-word description of what your fingers do so well.
