Losing My Phone Sex Virginity

Last night, Mr. Curls called me after the boys were asleep.

"Hey sweetie," he said. "What have you been up to?"

I paused for a minute before I answered, because there was one thing in particular that I'd been up to not long before he called. "Oh a little of this, a little of that," I said. "Um, you know how you told me earlier that you wished I was there this morning?"

(During an earlier phone call, Mr. Curls had left the apartment for a couple of minutes to tell me he'd woken up with a bit of morning wood which had made him think about me, which hadn't helped the situation. Since the boys were already up and about, he hadn't felt right about taking matters into his own hands, even behind his locked bedroom door.)

"Uh huh," he said.

"Well, a little while ago, I was thinking about that, and I was in the kind of mood where it would have been really nice if you'd been here and naked. But, as it was, I had to take matters into my own hands."

"Oh really?" From the sound of his voice, I could tell he was smiling. "Why don't you tell me about that?"

From there, the conversation led to an interest I'd expressed in watching Mr. Curls jerk himself off. It's something I'd like to see, but something he's been too bashful so far to try. I decided he might feel less weird about it if he knew why I wanted to see it, and I told him there were a couple of parts to it. One: seeing him pleasure himself might show me a new thing to try the next time I was the one touching him. Two: there's a bit of a voyeuristic appeal there and since I don't have a penis, most of the ejaculations I've been around tend to happen inside me, so I can't really see what's going on. So, there's a definite curiosity motivation there.

After a while, as we continued to talk about sex, he said, "I really wish you were here right now. This conversation has gotten me in a certain frame of mind..."

"Are you in your room?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you on your bed?"

"Yeah."

"Are you hard?"

"Yeah."

"Mmm..." Since we had recently been talking about my interest in him masturbating, I mentioned there was a way to try it out a bit, maybe get him comfortable with the idea.

"Hmm..." he said. "I've never done that before."

"Neither have I." I was nervous about it. I wasn't sure what to say, or what to do. All I knew is that it seemed like the phone call was headed in that direction, and who am I to say "no" to a little experimentation?

"Am I going to be on my own here?" Mr. Curls asked. "Because, I think it'd be more fun if you were touching yourself too."

"I already am."

"Good."

It was an interesting experience to fly solo without exactly being solo. I got to practice being descriptive and using my imagination. Having his voice in my ear while I masturbated was pretty hot. I remained just a bit self conscious throughout, but in the good way that added a little bit of a thrill to it. There's something about phone sex that's just a little taboo to me, I'm not sure why, so it made me feel a little naughty.

This morning, I can't hardly even look at my phone without blushing.

Summer With the Boys

Last Tuesday Mr. Curls' first ex called. The original plan was that Mr. Curls would take the boys Friday for them to spend the summer with him (save for alternating weekends when they'd be back with their mom). Instead, she asked him if he'd like to get them early, like, in an hour and a half.

Mr. Curls agreed, did a mad dash to get ready, and his ex brought the boys up early. It was a bit of a wrinkle in his plans, and since he'd just gotten a water bed that hadn't been... tried out yet, it was a bit of a wrinkle in mine. However, Mr. Curls doesn't get to spend as much time with the boys as he'd like to, and I like them, too, so no complaints.

This past week I've been playing games with the boys and I even found a set of poker chips on clearance for them, they're big fans of Texas Hold 'em. Also, we managed to try out the water bed after all by practicing covert, post-boys-asleep, shenanigans. Dunno how much I like the water bed for certain things, though the novelty is certainly fun.