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TMI Thursday: Phone Sex Phail

July 15, 2010

I'm not sure how much of an honor it will be, but I would like to dedicate today's post to Bev, because it's her birthday. Can you go wish her many happy returns on the day? I'll be busy taking my clothes off and baking myself in a cake and then mailing it all to New Hampshire. Thanks.

Even though Lilu has taken the constraining leashes off which day TMIs should be told, I've decided to follow through with my somewhat traditionalist predilections and keep it up on Thursdays. I mean, Jesus, I went to Notre Dame--clinging tenaciously to tradition is what we do!

Anyway, we're going to have another story today about the Ex-. You might remember that we were doing some long-distance shit for a while, so we would be forced to have a lot of phone sex and net sex while we were apart.

And if you haven't read those previous entries I've highlighted and linked, then perhaps I would do well to tell you that a lot of our phone sex adventures took place at the bookstore where I worked between college and grad school. The book store had a toll free number that you could call from anywhere in the country, and so she would dial me up after the store closed and we would chat while I was counting down the drawers. If all the other employees had gone and if neither the owner nor his wife were in the store, the conversations would get spicy. Fast.

Here's a slight sampling of a seamless segue between normal, how-was-your-day conversation to phone-sex lead in.

Me: Ah, excellent. All the money's accounted for and only a dime off. Well done, I says. Well done, indeed.

The Ex-: Good, because I've had my fingers in my cunt for the past five minutes.

We were just that awesome. And, yes, that was her favored euphemism for vagina.

[As an aside, I've used the word 'vagina' in a blogpost again; I wonder how many followers I'll lose today!]

This particular night was much the same; work was done, drawers were counted, genitalia were being rubbed.

We were going through our normal routine: me telling her how badly I wanted to be inside her whilst furiously pounding away at myself, she fingering herself and moaning into the phone that she wanted more, more, more. It was the midnight hour, after all.

Finally, I heard her gasping and moaning and a few strokes later I was exploding all over my hand and pants. Phone sex was most excellently accomplished once more. And, as with most sexual encounters late at night, we felt good and relaxed. Yawning soon commenced.

But that night, once was not enough for me. And so we chatted some more for about fifteen minutes when I started in with her again. And she was playing along, too. So, there I am, sitting at my desk, furiously massaging myself while telling her that I wanted to bend her over the side of the bed and come at her from behind. She's moaning and sighing and everything else, as well, telling me how badly she wants it, but she's a lot more quiet than the first time.

I don't care. I'm polishing my wood at my seat until, finally, with a raw, triumphant, carnal roar I ejaculate once more. Panting, breathless, I fall back into the seat, my eyes closed, a warm glow washing over me. I decide to tell her how great that was, how much I loved her, how badly I wished it had been her rather than my hand.

Me: Oh, wow, honey. That was...that was...phenomenal. *heavy breathing*

Ex-: *silence*

Me: Yeah...*panting*...I'm breathless, too.

Ex-: *more silence*

Me: Oh, God, I wish I could go for a third, but my cock feels pretty empty.

Ex-: *not a fucking word*

Me: *suspicious* Ex-? Honey? Darling?

Ex-: *gives me the Bob treatment*

Me: Ex-? Are you there? Hello? EX-!

But my words, like silent raindrops, fell and echoed in the wells of silence.

Confused, a bit hurt, I hung up the phone. I went over to the safe, spun the knob randomly (I did this every night as a "safety precaution"), cleaned myself up and turned out the lights. I made sure everything was locked and out the door I went. I sped home. At that point, I was more awake than asleep and so I ended up staying up playing around on the computer. As I was the youngest manager on the totem pole, I got stuck working every weekend, so I had the next day off. I think it was a Thursday.

I stayed up late with AIM on, hoping that my wonderful and sexalicious fiancee would be on the other end of the chat program. Unfortunately, she wasn't. So, I dicked around, and finally crumbled into bed. I woke up the next morning, ate my lunch, and hopped on the computer.

She was on.

So I sent her a message.

Me: Hey, what happened last night?

Ex-: I'm so embarrassed. I was so tired after the first couple of orgasms that I just sort of...fell asleep.

*sigh*

Nothing kicks you in the ego like your girlfriend admitting that she fell asleep during sex with you...even if it was just the phone sex.

10 comments:

Raine said...

I would think vagina would be the least vulgar word you use :)

BigSis said...

I agree with Raine - vagina is an anatomically correct word. The C word however, that might get people :)

Nej said...

(giggle)

Wasn't it the show Mad About You....where, after sex....Paul says "you have taken all of my chi...now I must sleep for ten thousand years"...in a cheesy Asian accent?

The stupid stuff that sticks in my brain...some days it scares me. :-)

Heather said...

I like the word vagina. I also have fallen asleep during phone sex. I blamed it on alcohol...

michaelkhensley said...

Not sure where the "phail" comes in. Sounds like you done good. I am reminded of the Richard Pryor set where he touts the benefits of being able to put your partner to sleep with good sex. The phrase "I put your a$$ to sleep and now I'm macho man!" keeps running through my head. Doing it over the phone would mean your powers are strong indeed.

That Guy said...

I had a housemate who was having a good time with his girlfriend, and she was moaning like usual, then she suddenly started to laugh. I asked her the next morning what happened, and she indicated that he fell asleep wile giving her oral sex. His excuse: "I worked 12 hours yesterday, and it was warm down there!"

Bev said...

Awwww! I'm honored and humbled! Thanks for the birthday shout-out, Jenksy.

Sorry 'bout the falling asleep bit. Happens to the best of us...

words...words...words... said...

I was sure that the silence meant you had gotten a crossed phone line and were furiously phone boning an elderly man. I'm happy for you but sad for me that it did not.

Eric said...

All this leads me to wonder if people have ever had an intercom orgy?

Amber Tidd Murphy said...

BAH. I needed that hearty laugh at 7:00 in the morning -- a week after you wrote said phone phail post.

Oops. (Still catching up on my reader. Damn vacation!)

Srlsy, you inspire me to write about the time I was a phone sex cock tease. Perhaps some Thursday...