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Well, I’m home for the holidays, visiting good old mom & dad, back in the bedroom I grew up in.

Now I understand what it’s like for you guys that call … trying to be heard on the other end of the phone, but trying not to let others in the house hear you.  My parents don’t know I do phone sex with dozens of guys.  Sure, they’re used to me spending my life on the phone - I used to back in high school, and even in junior high alot, but this is different.  I can’t let them hear what I’m saying, but at the same time I’m experiencing the thrill of being caught like I never had while talking on the phone at my condo.

I love that feeling … the “almost got caught” thrill when dad knocks on my bedroom door right after I got off a steamy phone chat, my pussy still throbbing from the rush I got.  Imagine the thrill if you were to sneak in here and we had sex with my parents in the next room!.

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I remember one time my photographer boyfriend was going to cover the grand opening of a new housing complex. There were five different designs, and he had to take interior pictures in the model units of all five designs. Since these were the models, he had to wait until after their office closed to make sure they were empty. He chose a night that would allow him most the night to shoot, and he listed me as his assistant so that I could accompany him.
The night of the shoot I was prepared - my bra & panties set, white stockings, black pumps, a pleated plaid skirt, and a white blouse to give me a schoolgirl look. The first house went down without a hitch and we started out way ahead of schedule. House #2 we decided to add a little flavor, and on top of the shots for the housing company, he did a set of shots for me. The third house we got a little more creative, and in the shots for me, I slowly stripped down to just my stockings and pumps. For an extra thrill, I ran from the third house to the fourth in just my stockings & heels, leaving my clothes behind.
After an extra long photo shoot (plus some other …. activities), we came out of the fourth house intending to go to the final one, only to find a half-dozen construction workers standing around grinning. As I tried covering up quickly, they started clapping and whistling. I sprinted back to the third house and got dressed as fast as I could. The clothes just didn’t seem to cover enough as I could feel their eyes all over me the whole way through the final shoot.

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I love phone sex … I think I’m addicted to it. It started out because my boyfrioend at the time was never home, always out somewhere around the world on a photo shoot. He’s a well-known photographer, and was always being called away on shoots for different magazines (usually under fake names so that his main employer didn’t know).
Anyway, once settled in on location, he would call me and describe his surroundings, and we’d go from there. Sometimes I was a geisha girl, or Harem slave, or cheerleader, or once even a Swiss lass.
Now that we went our seperate ways, he still calls me from time to time for the phone sex, but I found I like phone sex so much that his calls aren’t enough. I find myself lounging around the house waiting for the phone to ring, looking foreward to whatever fantasy I can fly into next. Give me a call, give me a fantasy. My phone number is 1-888-463-1258 . If you wish, you could go to my free webpage at http://1swingerphonesex.com/joanna.html to check out the xxx pics. There’s no ‘club’ to join and it’s spam-free.

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The other day I was walking the dog in a nearby parkwhen I noticed that my little toy poodle was acting like he was on the trail of something. I let him take the lead, and soon we were following a jack russel terrier and a doberman pup … both being walked by a young blonde woman in running shorts and a tee-shirt.
When we caught up with them I took the opportunity to open conversation, and we got along great … the dogs all seemed to enjoy each others’ company as well. Once it was time to head home, we said our good-bye’s and headed out of the park, only to find out that we lived in the same housing community. We laughed about it, and said our good-byes again when I reached my door … she lived a few houses further down.
That evening, I got a knock on my door, and there she was … the blonde from the park, with a dark-haired gentleman in tow. “This is the one I told you about, Jim” she said, and introductions were made all ’round. It seemed that Jim and Kayla were recently married, and enjoyed an “open lifestyle”, while I enjoyed Jim and Kayla. Things progressed from there, and next thing I knew Jim was licking on my breasts as he undid my blouse while I could feel Kayla’s fingernails and hot breath while she pulled down my slacks and panties. I started kissing and fondling her breasts while watching Jim undress in the corner of my eye. He had a tight, firm body, tanned skin, thick black hair on his head with a 5-o’clock shadow, but little hair elsewhere. His dick didn’t look very impressive, but the rest of him made my mouth water.
He came over and started fondling me from behind while Kayla broke away. She stood in front of me to undress while Jim was nibbling on my neck and running his hands all over me from behind. She had no bra under her tee-shirt (which I had already discovered a few minutes ago) and her boobs were nice and firm. She had long legs that were emphasized by the shorts, and seemed to go forever while she bent over pulling them off to reveal her panties … a white lacy thong. As her thong fell to the floor I gasped seeing her nicely trimmed bikini-cut blonde bush. She came back to join the two of us on the bed, and we were all over each other after that.
Looks like this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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I’ve had this thing for the longest time: I wanted to be a belly dancer. I imagined myself tucked away in some harem wearing nothing but a tiny loincloth, dancing for important people, my body on display as I seduce them with my sultry moves.
I finally got up the nerve to sign up for belly dancing lessons, but when I showed up at the studio, the instructor said he didn’t think I had what it takes. He took me into a back room where another guy was waiting and told me to strip down to my panties and dance. Well, it didn’t take long before I was getting fucked by one of them from behind while sucking on the other one’s massive cock.
No, I didn’t have what it took to be a belly dancer, but I found other ways my sultry moves could seduce.

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