If You Were in My Bedroom Phone Sex

If you were actually in my bedroom… I wouldn’t start with anything filthy. I’d start with closeness. The warmth of you standing near my bed, unsure what to do with your hands, eyes flicking over my body while you pretend not to stare.

I’d walk up slowly, brushing your arm, letting my chest graze yours like an accident. Then I’d look up at you with that soft, dangerous smile I save for moments like this. “Sit,” I’d tell you. And you would.

The moment the real world turns dirty

I’d crawl onto your lap like I’m just getting comfortable… then shift my hips just enough for you to feel exactly what you’re doing to me. My fingers would trail your jaw. My breath warm against your neck. My voice low as I guide you through JOI, kink teasing, soft dominance, whispering exactly how I want you to touch yourself…

but not enough to finish. If you were actually here… I’d make you fall apart slowly. Right in my hands.