Gracie\'s Playground

The Aural and The Exhibitionist
Tuesday July 29th 2014, 5:21 pm
Filed under: Grace,Masturbation,Mindfuck
Photo by Rick Legal

Photo by Rick Legal

He has wanted me to write about him for some time. I am not one to just write upon request as it’s in my nature to immediately refuse because I am difficult that way.

We met online, as I have met most. We were friends at first, like some. He thought I was someone else so he never really put a line on me.

When details were figured out and everyone was comfortable, we decided that we wanted to talk. I don’t mean friendly banter; we wanted to get off with each other.

My phone rang. I answered softly and always with a smile. I’m was naked in bed because I didn’t want to fuss with clothes when one hand was already occupied with keeping the headphone mic by my mouth and not muffled in a nest of black hair. He greeted in return. His voice was of a teacher’s voice. I never had a crush on a teacher before since I always seemed to get the crotchety old teachers that were difficult and uninterested in life. He spoke his words very clearly and with precision. I found this amusing with him. It’s as if I had to break the guy down to his lowest animal form to get him to snarl and spit.

Naturally my hand found its way between my legs. This was a very normal act when I knew spoken words were meant to get me off. I closed my eyes and listened. At times I would reply to a question, ask a question or even hiss a sentence at him. After I came very loudly for him, I snapped into place. I wanted him to come. I wanted to hear him come just for me. I spoke filth and the more depraved it was the better. His voice broke away from “Teacher” and he was more of a man driven to feed his basic desire…come. He did come with huge lung filled breaths. I could hear him piece himself back together.

We hung up. I took a shower and he wanted to do it all over again. And we did.

Over the months we have found ourselves to be uninhibited with each other and even venture in realms I have not shared with anyone else. “The filthier, the better” seems to be our motto. There were times when I would just watch him come and hang up. There were plenty of times when he would show me what I did to his rather large cock with thoughts of me or words I have said or typed out.

I’ve gotten him off plenty of times just IMing filth to him and even while I was driving.

I like to hear and watch.

I like people that excite me.

I like connections.

I hope this is what you had in mind, Mr. Teacher. We should make a date soon.

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3 Comments so far
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I miss your moans and the sounds of your vibrator; and always wanted to watch, but miss our Saturdays in the park on the phone hearing you get off. The images still do me well.

Comment by woodinhand 02.10.15 @ 7:50 pm

Woodinhand, it has been so many years since those Saturdays. 🙂 It was a very fun time in my life. I do miss those days. So much has changed since then! You should email me when you have a free moment. Take care.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 04.30.15 @ 4:58 pm

Who is the teacher here?

Comment by X 05.19.15 @ 9:59 pm


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