When I say that I want you to call me for fantasy phone sex, I mean it. I don’t want to know about your vanilla turn-ons. I want to know what you think about when you are by yourself, and you know that your fantasies are safe in your head. I don’t want you to keep them to yourself anymore. I want you to get wild and tell me everything you would do if you knew that it would be accepted and even celebrated by your lover. I want you to accept how nasty you are and go for it.
I know that almost all men daydream about fucking a nasty young thing like me. I bet there is a young girl in your family that you want to fuck so badly. Do you wonder what her bald little cunt would look like with your big fat cock stretching it out? Maybe your fantasy is something like fucking your priest in the ass because he just gets on your last nerve every Sunday. He’ll be screaming for the lord to help him by the time you’re done with him, right? Just tell me what you desire, close your eyes, and let it happen.