"I would so love to slap your balls. We need to try to do a call where we slap the cum right out of them. I really really would love to try that."
Although the email was very straightforward – 33 words – its unmistakably enthusiastic tone blew my mind.
It was about midnight as I read the email, and I was having a hard time sleeping. I hadn't come for about three weeks, and I'd also had a really hard workout at the gym that evening, so I guess my blood was pumping in more areas than one. The email was from my phonesex buddy, Cristina.
We'd been talking periodically for a couple of years, almost every time ending our calls with me high and dry. She loved orgasm denial, absolutely loved it. I know it sounds contradictory, but after talking to her the first time, I lusted for her denial. We did roleplays, just like "regular" phonesex, except for the ending. She always found a way to end the call with an excuse, a reason, a rationale, for not wanting me to come. Frankly, the controlling factor holding me back from just jacking off by that point was that the call had been so intimate, had pressed so many of my buttons, that I just did not want to come alone. I wanted to share my load with Cris more than I wanted to simply let it fly. If she didn't want me to come, there didn't seem any logical alternative but to zip up and say thank you.
I said our calls ended without me not coming "almost" every time. Once, very early in our unusual relationship, I had called her about 4 days in a row, and on day 4, I softly stroked just under the head of my straining pole as she cast her spell. Suddenly, I realized I'd gone too far, and sort of grunted, and pulled my hand away. The orgasm was not satisfying, but it was an orgasm. I immediately said, "Cris, I'm sorry. I just came. I'm sorry." As I was new to this denial thing, she was very compassionate and forgiving, but I could sense she was disappointed that what seemed like some good potential had been wasted. I was determined to do better.
Several months after that, I suggested a pretty intense scenario that she seemed to think would be fine. The roleplay – where we both were play-acting, of course - would have her teasing my "character" into proposing marriage, and also promising to make her pregnant. She let me blow my wad this time, and wow was it a doozy. Having her extract from me the promise of marriage, the gift of a wedding ring, and the promise of a child together was sheer bliss. Then, as she sweetly described spreading her legs for me, and whispered, "Make me pregnant Pete, shoot your load into me", I pumped out a long, grunting, pulsing, thrusting draining load; she moaned in satisfaction.
