I like games that look easy at first. This one starts with a dare—don’t touch yourself—and the way your breath changes when you realize how hard that’s going to be. I don’t rush it. I never do. I want you wired into my voice, leaning closer, wondering how long you can last while I sound perfectly calm on the other end of the line. “Hands off,” I say sweetly. “Just listen.”

That’s the fun of edging phone sex—not the finish, but the way your body reacts when you’re told to wait. I talk about ordinary things in a tone that isn’t ordinary at all. The way I cross my legs. The way I lean back in my chair. Little details that feel real because they are. You start imagining me without trying, and suddenly not touching feels impossible. I tease you like a girlfriend who knows exactly what she’s doing. Soft dirty talk. A playful laugh. A quiet “good” when you behave. I let you earn permission instead of giving it away. Every rule makes you want to break it more.

Sometimes I let you get close—just close enough to feel that ache in your chest—and then I pull you back with a single word. That’s the challenge. That’s the dare. Seeing how long you can stay still while I keep talking. If you lose? I smile.

Because the real game isn’t whether you touch yourself or not. It’s how good it feels when you finally do it for me, exactly the way I tell you to.

If you want to play this for real—if you want a teasing girlfriend voice in your ear, edging you with playful dirty talk and just enough control to make you melt—call me. I dare you too