Phone sex confessions always start so innocently, don’t they? Sometimes late at night, when the house is quiet and the only light is the soft glow of your phone screen. Or maybe a midday afternoon delight, stealing away some time to be naughty when you should be getting things done. When you call, I answer with that shy little smile in my voice, my tone low and warm like melted honey. Curling up under the covers in my silky panties, feeling the fabric brush against my skin. I tell you how I’ve been thinking about you all day and how your voice makes my pulse quicken. We talk softly at first, just teasing. I describe running my fingers slowly down my neck, imagining it’s your hand. My breath catches as I describe to you the ways that I’m touching myself lightly, tracing circles over my breasts, feeling my nipples tighten under my fingertips.
