No Limits Phone Sex Blog

Taste the spring air?  It has sprung here and along with it an urge to don my favorite short shorts and mid driff t’s.  I love walking by G’s house.  Especially since he is so proud of his car.  He washes it whenever the sun shines.  Today I think he took the day off.  I skipped school and am skipping along the lonely street–no limits phone sex street–that’s where I live.

The slenderness of thigh and narrowness of hips is very attractive to G and always has been.  Of course when he was 16 being attracted to my young teen body wasn’t illegal–now it would land his prick in jail.  He always thinks about it though.  He thinks especially about how soft it would feel and how fresh it would taste.

And so on this spring afternoon as I skipped by clearly breaking the rules G decided that his cock wanted him to try to break some rules too.  He motioned me over with the hose and he got me all wet.  Then he offered to dry me off–all I had to do was step inside for a moment.  He had a robe I could borrow.  You know all the classic things someone who wants more would say without directly expressing his no limits phone sex desires.

I wasn’t dumb.  I knew what G was up to.  He awkwardly asked for a hug while I sat on his sofa in my underwear wearing his robe.  It smelled faintly of almonds (lol).  Anyway, I gave him a hug.  As he pulled back I started to tell him the story I saw on the news about the guy who thought a girl’s hug gave him consent to molest.

For a split second G’s no limits phone sex plan seemed foiled.  Until I opened the robe to show the buds of my tits.  Yeah, hugs are consent G–hugs are consent to pluck young fruit from flat chests.  Go ahead and call me directly for some no limits phone sex fun–the nastier the better.