Jolenesbedroom Solo Girl Independent Operator Phonesex Blog

I really love interactive calls…. When there is a certain element of conversation connected to the orgasms that make every call a worthwhile endeavor…. I enjoy all my calls just some more than others… recently I had a call with a very fascinating man who was actually concerned about my orgasms… When I was talking to him he wanted me to cum and he made sure I did.

His voice so low and tender… I almost felt like he was lying next to me in my bed. It is calls that reach that level of consciousness inside me that make every nerve inside me tingle. I do so love calls that actually make me wet just thinking about them… This call touched part of me that I do rarely offer up. I love talking to someone that responds with such passion that I can feel it though and through… Into my very being…. When they make things tingle like my clit and my nipples and deep up inside my pussy… they really make the juices start flowing… Making me tingle full load orgasms that come and over and over cause my body to convulse in pure ecstasy.

I enjoy calls that actually touch me and cause me to touch myself… It is calls that make my nipples hard when I hear their voice that are truly fun and believe it or not, I get quite a few calls that hit these particular aspirations.

When their voice makes me melt into my bed and makes both my clit and nipples firm. I get all wet like I am right now, as I write these words. Orgasms play such a big portion of my life…. That does help with my career choice… You can imagine that typing this is hard because I keep trying to touch myself, right now, thinking about that call I had. It isn’t just one call but one I am writing about at the moment. His voice and what he said about how much he would like to have me in his bed to taste me and to smell my scent. All the while, he is looking at my pictures… I hope he reads this and knows it is him I am talking about, because I really want him to call me again and melt me again….WOW…. I think I might cum again now just thinking about his soft wanton words. MMmmmm….. now it is for calls like his that I do this… I get self-gratification when calls like that pop in on me! Nice one and I hope you know who you are and I hope this gets read by him!

I went out last night and had a couple drinks at the pub that is within walking distance of my front door. I was talking to the bartender because I was the only one in there except for a couple that was playing pool. He poured me a shot. He told me try it, that it was a new alcohol. He thought it tasted like honey but he wanted people’s opinions. I tried it. I thought it tasted like pears.

We were discussing the flavor of things and how things taste different to different people. A man walked in the door. We both looked over at the door when it had opened. He was pretty good looking. I looked back at the bartender, he looked disappointed. I think he wanted to take me home, I wasn’t sure. The man walked up to the bar and ordered the domestic beer that was on tap. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back, then, I looked at the bartender. I smiled at him and asked him for another rum and coke. I started looking in my purse for some more money. I heard the man at the end of the bar tell the bartender to take my drink out of his money. I looked up smiled at him and told him he didn’t have to do that. He grinned at me and said he knew he didn’t have he wouldn’t do it if he had to do it. He wanted to pay for it. I looked at the bartender and said in that case why not pour him one of those shots so we can see what it tastes like to him, then we can discuss it together. I’ll pay for that. The bartender shook his head and told me not to worry about. He poured him a shot. The man tasted it before he took a drink of his beer. I asked him what it tasted like to him. He said that it was quite sweet and that he wasn’t sure what it tasted like, exactly. He paused. He looked at the shot glass, then, at the bartender, then, he looked back over at me. I smiled and then asked, well? He smiled and said it resembled caramel apple to him.

The bartender laughed, suddenly. At the same time, he put the bottle up on the bar. In big bold letters, it said, Caramel Apple. He tipped the bottle toward my shot glass and then he poured a shot for the man who got the answer right. I asked the man his name. He walked down the bar and sat on the barstool next to me. He had very green eyes and sandy colored hair. He told me his name was Tom. The three of us talked about nearly everything under the sun. We didn’t even notice when the couple that was playing pool left. The bartender had been cleaning the whole time we talked. He looked at the clock and walked over to the door and flipped the lock. He turned the open sign off and pulled the shades. He walked into the room with the pool table, cleaned up with the couple left behind and turned off the light in that room.

He looked at me and asked me what I thought about blow jobs and then smiled. I glanced over at Tom, he seemed quite interested in my answer to that question. I couldn’t believe he asked me that for one thing. So I tried to answer as nonchalantly as I could, they’re fun. I can’t believe I said that either. This conversation is turning, I thought to myself. They both smiled at me and Tom asked me what it was about them that I thought made them fun. I looked over at the bartender and he wasn’t there. I then felt hands on the back of my shoulders. He whispered “show us”, in my ear. I turned to look at him. He curled his lips up into a big grin. I looked over at Tom and he grinned too. I was wondering when they cooked this up. I did go to the washroom, once, earlier. I was thinking to myself, how did they expect me to react when they made such a request? I wasn’t sure how I should react. If I said no, would they force me? If I ran, would they chance me? I thought I would test the situation, so I laughed and said yeah right. They looked at me quite serious and questioned why not. I didn’t know what to say, so I thought I would stand up and attempt to leave. I didn’t know what they would do but I soon found out.

The bartender gently pulled me back and told me that I should just show them. He also said that I told them I liked to suck cock, so prove it. I really do wonder where these men come from that just won’t take no for an answer. I looked at the door and he tightened his grip on my arm a little but smiled a nearly pleading smile. I wondered to myself, why do they always pair up when they think I will say no? He told me to unzip his pants without letting loose of my arm. I looked up at his face. He must have been a foot taller than me or more. His cock was thick, big and throbbing and he took my shoulders and slowly pushed me down to my knees in front of him. He then took me by the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto the swollen head of his cock and proceeded to fuck my face. He was either very horny or I was very good because it wasn’t long before I could feel his shaft swell and hear him groan, moments later he shot his hot load down my throat. His grip loosened on the back of my head. I went to turn away so I could stand up and then I felt a hand on my hair, pulling me back around and another cock got shoved down my throat. I really hoped that he was going to be as quick as the bartender was. He was pretty quick and not as forceful. He ran his other hand through my hair while I pumped his cock with my mouth. He started to groan as I curled my tongue around the head of his shaft. He leaned forward pushing his hips in toward my face and then he pulled back some and squirted cum in my mouth.

I looked up at him and he ran his hands through my hair. His lips moved but it took me a moment to register what he said. I wasn’t sure I heard him right, but then as he continued. The words fell into my head like a cold brick. I read that you liked that because you liked to taste it… I rolled it over in my head over and over but then he continued… I can’t believe I ran into you… This city is so big and I walk into a bar where… you… are sitting. He stared at me as I stood up… he told me how beautiful I was in person… I looked over at the bartender who was having a beer while he wiped down the bar. Tom leaned in and whispered one sentence into my ear, “Don’t worry I won’t tell.” He walked over to the door and left. I watched him through the window as he pulled out and drove away. I followed out the door shortly afterward. What a night out… I seem to bring out the sexual side of men where ever I go… It always gets interesting whenever I go out my front door…

I was a little surprised, okay, a lot surprised to even see anyone here. It looked quite abandoned and then I wondered how long he’d been watching me, the whole time? I didn’t hear any vehicles, so he must’ve been here a while. He saw the fear in my eyes as I stood before him naked. He loosened his grip on my arm realizing where was I going to go? I couldn’t possibly run. He looked me up and down and smiled. I made a futile attempt to cover-up, as if he didn’t already see everything. I told him I was sorry for trespassing, I didn’t know anyone was here I didn’t even know anyone lived here. He told me that he didn’t live here this is just where he went hunting and he was scoping it out for the fall when he spotted this sexy doe walking around his property.

He wasn’t bad looking himself. It kind of excited me knowing I was standing in front of him naked and he was fully dressed. That for some reason always turned me on, I really don’t know why but it does. You do know, he spoke nearly under his breath, I do punish trespassers. My heart started to pound, I had no idea what he had in store for me. He told me to turn around as he shut my door to my vehicle, so I did. I did what he said because I knew I was in the wrong for trespassing on his property. He told me to bend over and stick out that sexy ass. I could hear the jingle of his belt, little did he know that I enjoyed spankings. I wasn’t going to tell him that though, I’m sure he’d find that out soon enough.

I leaned forward just as he had asked. I suddenly felt the crack of his belt across my ass, over and over and over again and again until I was near tears. I was begging him to stop. He reached his hand up in between my legs and noticed that I was enjoying this ass whipping! He spread my ankles apart with his boots and unzipped his jeans. Oh, I knew what was coming, next, at least I knew he was going to enter somewhere. He pushed me over to the front of my car and stuffed his cock up inside my hot, wet, slippery hole, lifting me right off the ground. He hammered my pussy. He grabbed my tits and clamped down, hard on my nipples with his rough fingers. Fucking me hard! Lifting me off the ground with every thrust . When he was about to cum, he yanked his cock out of me and in one swift movement turning me, making me kneel down in front of him as he jammed his cock down my throat. I could taste my wettness and I could feel his sticky goo sliding down my throat. At that moment he ordered me to lick his balls off and clean him all up… trespassers get what I want to give out. He could have shot me if he wanted to. But instead he just shot his load down my throat. He zipped his pants back up but curiously did not put his belt back on. He told me to get down on my hands and knees so I did. He took his belt and began to whip my already pink ass until it was red and sore and I did have tears. I guess he wanted to make sure I didn’t enjoy it this time.

As I knelt on my hands and knees, sobbing, telling him I would never do it again, he suddenly, stopped. I heard footsteps walking away and then whistling. Hmmmmm… I thought to myself, how interesting. I got my walk in the woods, I got spanked, fucked and spanked again. I put my shirt on and my shorts left my bra and underwear off my nipples and ass were too sore. I slid into my car cringing at the pain of the seat sliding across my ass. I started my car and headed home, just as I turned onto the main road, I looked back and I saw him grinning at me as he finished buckling his belt, then he turned and walked away and I drove down the mountain highway.

That’s a little walk in the woods I won’t forget anytime soon. It won’t stop me, though, from taking walks in the woods naked. After all I love spankings and getting fucked even to tears. I sometimes wonder, about myself sometimes… Maybe I am just too kinky for my own good… Maybe!

So that was a good feeling? It’s supposed to be, was his answer, why did it hurt? I remember him asking me? No, it just felt kind of weird is all…. His reply just kept my interest because I guess I have been very inquisitive my whole life I suppose curiosity is how I lost the virginity. I wanted to know more. I have felt this before, I remembered, at that time and I just wanted to get to the bottom of this feeling whether it was good or not. I told him I had felt this before when I was washing myself in the bathtub. He looked at me again, and smiled and asked me, what did it feel like… then? Did it hurt? He asked further. No it didn’t, I remember telling him. He knelt down in front of me and spoke softly, if you really want know, we actually need to explore that, physically. You probably don’t want to, though, because it may make you feel weird again, so you’re going to have to decide how you want to go about it…. Whether you want to feel it or how can I show you. After he said that he stood up and began to walk away. Wait! I said loudly, louder than I thought I spoke it and I said to him I want to know… show me. Those fatal words I said to him before I ventured into a new world for me, so tender and young.

He turned, and smiled and asked me the last question he was going to ask before he would show me. “Do you really want to know how things work?” I nodded as I slowly slipped my clothing back off of my body. I stood before him, naked. His eyes open wide, almost in a surprised look but really what he had planned all along. That was for me to be a willing participant more willing than if he had just seduced me. He seduced me with information and knowledge and that’s what I was after, so by being intrigued, I please him. He walked back over to me. Placing his hands on my shoulders he bent down and looked me right in the eye and I can still hear those words he spoke. “You cannot ever share with anyone that I showed you this, thing, that you are asking me to show you. Is that clear? I cannot show you unless you agree to that.?” I nodded. “He squeezed my shoulders a little bit harder and told me to say it out loud, yes or no? I said the word that he wanted to hear, I did not know that at the time but that was the answer he was after the whole time. He basically chose that answer for me to speak out loud that day for him.

I smiled as if it were that, I thought of this. I actually believed that I wanted this answered, like this. I did like the attention, though, I guess it was just that no one ever really paid any attention to me, except him. The word spilled out of my mouth, “Yes. I want to know and I won’t tell anyone that I know anything about this.” I practically begged him. Looking back at exactly what he wanted, I played right into his hands and what happened next I will share with you, now, in the words I know today, as an adult.

He ran his strong hands down my arms and then lifted my arms a little and then ran his hands down my sides and then he motioned for me to lay down in the grass so I did. He took his hands and spread my legs apart and touched the lips between my thighs, that funny feeling came over me again. I moved little and he looked at my face, I smiled at him motioning him on. He spread my lips apart with his fingers and looked up at me and said that he thought his fingers would be too rough to touch the tender skin between the folds and he was going to touch me as to not hurt me. I nodded. He leaned forward, looking up at me, while he touched the inner folds of my vagina with his mouth sliding his tongue up into the folds and down. I grabbed the grass with my hands as I felt this feeling I’ve never felt before. I didn’t know how I should feel at that moment but I know it didn’t hurt. I had to let him show me everything now because I agreed, even though I wasn’t too sure now. He stopped and asked me if I liked that? I nodded because I didn’t know what to say. He continued, I could feel the roughness of his afternoon face. I could feel the softness of his tongue, unsure of the feeling that I actually had I knew I had one particular feeling and I told him that it felt like I had to pee. He told me to relax and let it go. I did what he told me to because he knew what to expect. I only guessed at the time.

I relaxed it felt like I had to pee, I let go it felt like I was peeing a very hard pee. I could hear him getting excited like he was happy with what I did. I do know it did feel good for some reason. The strangest feeling though. I wanted it to stop but I didn’t want him to stop, it didn’t hurt, it felt good but it did feel like I peed. He stopped for a moment, as if he was reading my thoughts, and said to me don’t worry you didn’t pee. You had an orgasm, would you like to have another? He asked me. I nodded. He leaned back down putting his mouth back on the lips of my tight, tiny, bare peach fuzz, pink, pussy and continued where he left off and he made me do it again and again and again. He stopped and told me that I was very wet down there not with pee but with juice that my body put out so he could put something in that spot. I remember telling him to just show me what he needed to show me I leaned my head up and watched him pull his pants down I saw what I now know, was his penis.

I asked him what it was and he told me and he told me that it might hurt for a second but that I was awfully wet so maybe not. That’s all he said before pushing his penis up inside me, slowly and very gently but it felt like someone pinched me inside of me. He stopped for a moment, maybe because he saw that it was hurting me or maybe he was feeling the same thing, I didn’t know. I do know that as he resumed his movement forward slowly the pinching stopped and another feeling that I have never felt before came over me at that moment. My whole body give up to him as he began to push and pull his what I thought at the time enormous thing, I kind of chuckled at it now, the thoughts I had at the time and then as if my whole body convulsed, I could feel heat rise up inside me and he pushed his penis as far as he could get it up inside me as the heat rose and he groaned I didn’t know, I thought I did something wrong, I thought I hurt him. I apologized to him, telling him that when my body convulsed like that out of my control, I hurt him. He seized the moment, to permanently imprint on my brain this action. Not knowing that he actually came himself, in orgasm, up inside me. He yanked his cock out of me and flipped me over and took off his belt and began to whip my ass with it. I cried out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He whipped me at least 20 times and told me that I would have to do this with him, as many times whatever he wanted, to show him that I can do it without hurting him and he would whip me until I got it right. I want spankings to this day.

I nodded smiled as he walked over to the hose and turned it on. Adjusted the sprayer and sprayed up in the air the cool water fell down on me. He then sprayed me and lifted the sprayer as I ran and played a laughed as he chased me with the hose, laughing with me.

He was quite a handsome man, he had shaggy blond hair, you know, not long but not short. He also had beautiful blue eyes and a slim but strong build. Looking back, I find it kind of strange because that particular look is what I am attracted to today. You would think that it would be the opposite but like I said I loved him he was like part of the family. I spent many summers there and we had fun and as you read you will realize that I guess, I loved him more than I thought. What we did together has always been, our secret. I knew later that if I told anyone our summers together wouldn’t happen anymore but at the time I didn’t know anything about what we did together.

He was spraying me with water and he noticed my teeth chattering even in the warmth of the sun. He said that he was going to get me a towel and he turned off the hose and went into the house. He was back right away with a towel in his hand. He opened it up and dried my hair with it first, then he slowly wiped the water off of my wet body, rubbing gently everywhere. He asked me to spread my legs a little so he could get the towel between them so he could dry me off. So I did. He brought up between my legs slowly patting me all the way up my legs. He rubbed the towel in my crotch area a little extra long time. It felt good but strange at the same time, I didn’t know what to think. That feeling scared me little so I stepped back some. He looked at me smiled.

He asked me what was wrong, And I told him that it felt funny. He said that it was okay, the feeling I had, he then asked me to describe funny. I really didn’t know what to say, I just told him funny. He kind of chuckled, then told me to dress. He hung the towel up on the doorknob of the back porch and then turned and started walking away. I quickly dressed and ran over to him and asked him why it made my stomach feel so tickly like a butterfly trapped in my belly? He stopped and looked down at me and smiled and said that it made his stomach feel tickly too. I asked him again, why did it make me feel so funny? Smiling, he squatted next to me, I remember his soft words. It’s okay to feel that way, Honey. You felt that way because it was new to you so don’t worry about it. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable I was just drying you off and I must’ve touched a nerve on you. He said that leaving me to wonder, so I began asking more questions.

What’s a nerve? I remember that is where it started. It’s a spot on your body where you can feel things, more than other spots. His answer seemed reasonable which then made me wonder some more. I asked him another question. Why is there a nerve there? Seems a strange place to have a spot that feels more than others down there? He smiled at me as I looked at him in wonderment. Well it’s just supposed to feel good, I guess. That was his answer. It made me wonder even more. I think, looking back on it, that’s what he wanted. His answers drove me into wanting more information. I asked him another question.

The story you are about to read is true, the only thing that has been changed is the name of the person who took my virginity.

This is a little hard to do but sharing how I lost my virginity helps me understand myself a little better. Sometimes, I even dream about it. I’ve only recently told anyone most of the story but to you now, my readers, I shall share the story.

Through my childhood my parents were very busy people so during the summers I would spend much of my summers at a friend of the family’s farm. He had a small farm so he could make money during the summer because he had a seasonal job. I would spend much of every summer with him helping him when he needed it. When I was there he would spend a lot of time with me. He spent a lot more time me than my parents ever did. We would actually play games.

I remember one summer when I was five years old I spent a few weeks there in the beginning of the summer and a few weeks here and there in the middle and then at the end of the summer I spent three weeks with him. His farm was at the end of a long driveway, down a country road, so you see there was no fear of being seen by passersby.

Though hot, it was a beautiful day in August. We played hide and seek the first day of that visit. He would always tickle me when he found me while playing that game, he said, it was because he liked to hear me laugh. While we played he said it was getting hot so he took his shirt off. He looked at me and said,

“You look awfully hot, too.” I looked at him shyly and he then said, “It’s okay. I won’t tell if you don’t tell. I’ll tell you what, I can turn on the hose and spray you while you run through it. I can take off your clothes so you they don’t get wet. Don’t worry, no one else will see you. Then we can play in the water. Would you like that?” I nodded slowly. A little unsure but he wouldn’t hurt me. He loved me and I loved him. He was like part of the family.

He smiled at me and told me what I was actually thinking that he loved me and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. He reached over and slowly pulled my shirt off. He had asked me if I was comfortable with that? I nodded. He then smiled and said, “Good, don’t worry, it’s okay. We’ll have fun.” I smiled, as I pulled my shorts and panties off. He took them and laid them on the step where he put my shirt. I wasn’t sure of how I felt standing naked in front of him but then he told me how beautiful I was, and that it was okay to be naked outside as long as no one else could see. Don’t worry I won’t tell as long as long as you don’t.