Phone Sex

Hello sinners,

I’m a bit sad today…

I recently sat on Rebel’s lap while she scrolled through their extensive archives of photos. I saw a couple of photos of myself passing by on the screen, some of which you have already had the privilege to lay your eyes upon. Then Rebel stopped at one photo and I cringed. No! I thought, I don’t want you to do anything with that. It’s lame!

My thoughts on this instantly changed when Rebel started to tell a story on phone sex. A personal story, that is. Apparently there was a time when she belonged to a singles club and the first way in which she had contact with male members of the club, was on the telephone. Some of them only wanted to engage in phone sex and were not really interested in meeting. Rebel hated this. She never wanted to engage in phone sex, as this was just not her thing. Why not? Because she couldn’t think of anything to say. She drew a total blank. All she managed to do was to get the guys dick soft again, instead of talking him to an orgasm.

I pondered on this for a while? How could Rebel not be able to talk about sex, but she can write about it? She loves to tell stories or make a short story long when something has happened, but she can’t think about sexy things to say over the telephone to get a guy off? And then I remembered, Rebel doesn’t talk during sex either. Oh no wait, that’s wrong. She does talk during sex, but only once she has crossed a certain line. Then she talks and tells her Master T what she wants. Oh not in full sentences, but in enough words to make clear that she is horny and wants it hard or wants it deeper. My body shivers when I listen to her and my imaginary boner grows to immense proportions. Sometimes I bang on the inside of my coffin for her to let me out, because I want to fuck her, but then I realize… I can’t. Whoever was so cruel not to at least give me a boner?

Then I wondered. I at least still have my mouth. I looked at the photo again. Maybe I could pretend to be Rebel and engage in some phone sex. I might not be able to get a boner, but at least I can get the rest of my bones rattling with excitement! I already felt the adrenaline rushing through what’s left of me and started rehearsing some lines in my mind.
“Hi sexy, want me to touch myself?”
“Oh I can’t wait to feel you deep in me.”
“I want to feel your hands all over me.”
“Ahhh ohhhh mmmm yes, I’m so close.”
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming!!”

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Skelly was about to try some phone sex…
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Oh I had many other lines in mind, but then I started doubting whether it would even sound sexy? I haven’t heard my own voice for many years.
“Hello sexy,” I said, but hear nothing.
My mouth moved, but there was no sound. I tried again.
“Hello sexy.”
Silence, except for my teeth clattering together.
What? I frowned. I had no idea what the hell was going on.

And then I knew.

My tongue.

No tongue. No sound. No speaking. No phone sex.

It sucks to be a skeleton!

It just fucking sucks!

I’m going to crawl back in my coffin and will be back when I feel better. In the meantime, just… uh… just… uh… well… just do whatever you should be doing.

Until next time…

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© Rebel’s Notes

3 thoughts on “Phone Sex

  1. Must be something in the air, Skelly, I feel sad too, although maybe crawling into a coffin(whilst seeming on the surface to be a great idea) won’t work for me so much.

    *sigh*

    Flip xx

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