A strange caller becomes my gentleman caller

[image-1]I was sitting in front of my laptop on Monday morning putting the finishing touches on Dirty Talk 301 when the number to my chat line rang. I picked up the phone and was greeted by the sexiest "Hello Sweetheart" I've every heard. I let out my most seductive "Hi there." He tells me he's been thinking of me and finally found my number so he gave me call. "That sounds really great Sweetie, but WHO are you?"  I didn't recognizing his voice. "It's Roberto." As I'm running through a lists of names in my head, I tell him how much I love names that end in "O". He asks why names in "O"? Because I get to make my "O" face when saying it. He's lost. Hasn't anyone else seen Office Space?


Now there aren't many phrases in the English Language that I hate to hear. The number #1 phrase being "What, you don't remember me?" I don't like being put on the spot like that. Probably because there are men that I really don't remember. Not everyone can leave an impression. He tells me we met one night at the gas station a few months ago. I was on my way out to have drinks. I must have started early because the more we talk the more I don't remember him, but he's telling me things about me. We start flirting, getting each other excited so we exchange pictures.   He tells me I‘m exactly who he thought I was. I'm still drawing a blank but he is super fine and sexy. We make plans for Tuesday morning. I love morning sex. I'm horny, energetic and ready to fuck. Some mornings the throbbing in my clit, aching to be touched is what wakes me up. 6:45 my phone starts ringing. He's up and wants to know if I'm ready for him. As long as your up, so am I. Ten minutes later he's at my front door. Five minutes later we're naked in my bed, running our mouths and hands all over each other. I can feel my pussy getting wet and his dick growing harder and harder from my touch. An hour later, he's my new fuck buddy. A fuck buddy who bends me like a pretzel, flips me around and fucks me so well that the sheets are soaking wet from our sex.


My friends don't understand how I can do this. Get a random phone call and turn him into my new fuck buddy the very next day. They think I've lost my mind. I just think I have the ability to embrace my sexuality and enjoy [image-2]


Sometimes in my world it really is "Raining Men" The first time it happened, was 7 years ago. Instead of it being a random phone call, it was a knock at my door. 9 AM and I'm wondering who's banging my door down this early. I open the door in nothing but my T-shirt and panties, to an Adonis. He'd seen me in the neighborhood and wanted to come and meet me. Meet me he did, we dated, got engaged and broke each others hearts.


All this just from a random knock on my door. I don't know if either of these were really random events or fate stepping in. What I do know is that I'm glad I answered my door that day and glad I answered my phone on Monday.


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What I am about to share with you are actual events. These event say a lot about the type of sexual adventures I'm up for and just how easy it is for me to meet men, which I'm thankful for. My friends think I'm crazy.  I just think I'm a adventurous, confident woman,  ready to try new things and meet new people when ever the opportunity arises.

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