One Man’s Perspective: Phone Sex

And Can We Get Vocal, Already?

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An in-depth look at the mind of a man at the fun and exciting games we play with phone sex.


Note: I wanted to put out a series of short essays that follow a similar theme, to provide women with a personal view into the mind of a man on a series of topics. The aim is to allow you — as the female reader — insight into the mind of a man who articulates these thoughts so that you can understand what is going through our heads.

The idea for a sequence of essays — is that you can come along for the ride, to see what goes through our minds on several topics, like phone sex, sexiness, or even acts of foreplay and during sex. This particular piece was written per request from female readers who wanted me to cover this topic.

This is part of the series titled One Man’s Perspective.


Ring ring.

Kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy

I think you get the point.

When I was young and stupid, I used to think that phone sex was for only pathetic old dipshits who called those old 900 numbers or maybe a soldier who couldn’t see his woman, but technology brought him past the days of the pen pal status, so he rubbed one out with his stateside lady, a crusty Polaroid, or some shit like that.

As I said — young and stupid.

But old and wise now, my perspective has changed, and I do see the very valuable part of developing a bond through this means — even if you live in the same house. My opinion is that if you don’t play with your significant other in this way, especially with today’s technology, I’m afraid to tell you that you are missing out.

It doesn’t matter if you are just playing with a stranger, starting dating, or even working on your 25 year marriage anniversary — this should be part of your connection. It’s just too hot of an opportunity to miss out on.

Phone sex just fucking rocks.

To know, that your woman is cumming as she touches her pussy thinking of you, getting wetter and wetter, to the sound of your deep voice — there is no way around it — it’s just hot as fuck.

Now bear with me as I bounce back and forth between the first, second, and third person narratives here — I feel it’s just hotter to hear the dialogue take place as if it is spoken, from the lips of good ole TRD’s memory bank.

So indulge me just a bit, Miss.


My mindset is this: Goddamn I love hearing that buzz in the background as you beg me to cum, but I say, “I’m not quite there yet, Kitten, so you are going to wait, be patient, and edge yourself like a good girl, while I keep telling you all the things I’m going to do to you when I see you next.”

”But don’t stop, Kitten. Don’t you dare stop! You keep touching that Kitty of mine and I want you to keep that same pace going too. No slowing down — No Cumming. Sounds like a hard thing to do, but trust me — you will thank me when it’s all over.”

”Nice and steady wins this race, baby. Keep that clit going and just right when you are about to cum, ease up, back off a bit, then resume, fast again, but when you do, I want you to think of me holding my nice hard thick beautiful cock that I am is dying to put inside you.”

“Because guess what? I am. In fact, here is a picture of him. Can you see the precum? You love the taste of that on me, don’t you?”

Yes, Daddy. Fuck I want you to fuck me! Fuck I need you. I want your cock so bad.

“Kitten, I fucking want you too. I am dying inside to not be holding you by the neck as my cock pounds into you. It’s killing me. Think of that when you touch, Kitten. And think of me, stroking myself.”

“Think of that cock you know all too well.”

“What, do you doubt that I am holding it? That it is hard? Check your text messages for the picture I am sending you, Kitten.”

Just then she receives a notification with a close up picture of me stroking my hardness, as I think of her and only her. I am imagining in my mind the way she looks when I am holding her down on the bed by the neck, fingers shoved up inside her. I see that scared much submissive happy face — a total paradox that somehow is feeding me.

She looks at her text and incoherently responds with an “Oh Fuck. Oh, Fuck! Fuck. Fuck, Daddy. Fuck!

To which I respond “You like that, don’t you? Do you remember what he feels like inside you? In every hole? You remember the physical ache I caused in your for days? Walking around feeling me afterward? Stay with that idea as you rub your pussy for me. As your toy edges you.”

Then comes the next pic to her.

“Can you see the precum baby girl? You’d never let that go to waste, would you?”

To which I hear, “Oh Fuck fuck fuck. No Daddy I would never. I’d lick it up and look you right in the eyes while I did. Oh, Fuck!

It’s tearing her apart inside and I’m loving every moment. It’s tearing me apart inside too.

I tell her, “taste yourself for me and let me hear it. Tell me, how you taste. Tell me. I want your flavor. I miss, your taste.”

I’m starting to climax now and my own noises begin to become outside of my own control. I start feeling I’m going to cum and I become much more vocal in my moans and noises. Louder. Panting. Breathing is heavy now and I am about to cum and I have that thought, “oh yeah, she is still edging. She is dying for me to grant her permission.”

This makes her lose her mind on a whole different level — hearing my voice and knowing I am going to release her soon/

Now I’m beginning to burst. “It’s coming baby,” I say.

”Get ready,” I say, which means to her, “bring yourself back to the edge.”

A few more moments and then she begs “Can I Pleeeeeease Cum now? Please!!!”

To which I respond, “Cum for me now. Now, Kitten. Now!”

I simultaneously cum with her. Panting moans and silence follows as I maintain myself the best I can post-orgasm and she does the same. We regain some semblance of sanity again, and tell her, in my own Dom words:

”You are such a Good Girl,” I say.

”I am proud of you.”


The truth about phone sex is that it is not just two people getting off, though I guess it can be. It’s two people, getting closer. If you are both invested in the idea of “getting closer”, the reality is that you get there, just a little bit more and it’s a sexy as fuck way to do it.

So, that is my take on Phone Sex; hope you enjoyed.

~ TRD