I had him stroking so slow it almost hurt. My voice stayed soft and sweet while I told him exactly how to move his hand — up, twist, pause, down again — until his brain started to go fuzzy. That quiet, heavy place where nothing exists except the sound of me and the ache in his cock. That is where gooning phone sex lives, and I love putting boys there.

I described my strawberry hair falling over one eye, the way I was biting my lip while I watched him in my mind. “Keep going for me,” I whispered. “Don’t speed up. Just stay in it.” Every time he got close I made him stop completely, counting the seconds out loud while he throbbed and whimpered. The denial made the next stroke feel ten times better. I could hear how ruined he already was and we were only getting started.

Stay nice and dumb for me.

I turned it into a long, sticky JOI session mixed with pure gooning. I told him to edge himself while I talked about how pretty he looked all desperate and focused only on my voice. I made him thank me every time I let him touch again. I made him tell me how good it felt to be this mindless. The more he slipped into that heavy, hypnotic rhythm, the softer and meaner I got at the same time — praising him for being such a good boy while I kept stealing his orgasm right out from under him.

We stayed there for a long time. I layered sensation on top of sensation — the imaginary feel of my soft thighs, the thought of my breath on his ear, the slow drip of pre-cum he wasn’t allowed to wipe away. I had him stroke in time with my breathing. I had him hold still while I described exactly how I would sit on his face and make him earn the next touch. Every time his voice got higher and needier I smiled and pulled him back from the edge again. Gooning isn’t about finishing. It’s about melting.

When I finally decided he could cum, I made him do it the way I wanted — slow at first, then faster only when I said so, eyes closed, moaning my name like it was the only word he remembered. He came hard. I stayed on the line afterward, soft and affectionate, telling him how proud I was and how we were going to go even deeper next time. That floaty, empty-headed feeling after a long gooning session is my favorite gift to give.

I love being the strawberry-haired cutie who can turn a grown man into a drooling, stroking mess with nothing but my voice. If you want to get lost in that addictive headspace, come find me at kinks-n-teasephonesex.com/delaney and let me take my time with you.