I have a list in my wallet of phone sex numbers that I like to give to people that I meet for the first time. It’s not one of those giving the person the wrong number because you don’t like those things; it’s more like, if I like you I will give you the really good numbers. If you are an idiot in my mind, then you will get the phone sex numbers that deal with animals, enemas and other things like that.

Now, I am telling you this because I happened to meet a woman one night at a club with a bunch of my friends. We were all sitting around the table when she and her friends came in. Of course, my buddies were instantly drawn to them, as they had no men with them, and invited them to sit at our table. But once the drinks started to set in my friends got a bit out of hand.

One of them decided it was a good thing to tell these ladies all about my list of phone sex numbers that I keep with me. Of course, they all looked at me like I was some kind of roving pervert. All, I should say, except one. She looked at me and gave me a half buried smile. I was very intrigued so I asked her why she didn’t find that a bit disturbing. She said she wanted to see these phone numbers of mine.

So, I handed her the list and she went through them slowly, glancing up at me every time she saw one that was not something she would have expected to see from me. I explained to her why I have them and she laughed, thinking it was quite amusing. Then she asked if I had ever called any of these phone sex numbers myself. I told which one I used from time to time and that is when she leaned over and kissed my cheek. It turns out that she uses that service all the time and we found out that we had talked to each other a couple of times before.

Now, I have had phone sex and real sex before and it was all good, but having real sex with a woman that I have had phone sex with was probably the best sex I have ever had in my entire life.

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