Erotic Phone Sex - Custom Erotic Audio Recording Phone Sex

I've thought about making custom erotic audio recordings for my blogs! Reading a few paragraphs out loud for your ears and cocks to enjoy. You could even request a few lines from me if you email or comment on what you would like me to say! I'll attach an example to this blog at the end.

Why Do You Need Erotic Audio?

A sensual audio from me lets you relive your most hidden fantasies, fetishes, and favorite voices over and over again--without ever picking up the phone. Maybe you're driving alone on your daily commute and your favorite radio station isn't cutting it.

Do you wish you had some company to make getting caught in traffic more enjoyable? Imagine rolling up the windows and listening to your very personal xxx sexy audio, created only for you. Keep in mind my audio's will be attached at the end of my blogs for this account, they will all be either 30 seconds to 2 minutes of my sexy voice reading you my hot stories, just enough to get you going and ever so curious about this hot college girl named Venus.

Perhaps you need some light teasing when jogging in the morning or working out at the gym. Consider secretly listening to a sissy affirmation audio on your earphones, generated from your adult sex audio script. How about a hot cuckold audio based on your kinkiest fantasies?

That could be just what you need to get through that workout! With me speaking in your ear, you may always indulge in your naughtiest fantasies and desires.

Are you interested in the more creative side of kink? I still have you covered! Simply comment or send me a blog idea of your preferences! I'd love to do a giantess audio adventure, sexy balloon popping audio, or erotic tickling audio, for starters. Tell me what you have in mind!

My audio here! (SAFE, this link leads to a Google Drive download of my audio recording)

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Cheating Phone Sex With Venus - Making My Gardener Cheat On His Wife (AI inspired Story)

Venus had become cautious of heartbreak and the disappointments of dating. For her, relationships were a series of upsetting letdowns, where each time she dared to hope that she had found the one, a harsh truth shattered her dreams. Sometimes he'd secretly have a girlfriend, or worse, a wife, or perhaps he lived a busy life, hiding his true intentions, which were usually just short term fun. It always felt like an impending doom, like a meteor crashing into her perfect world, leaving chaos in its wake. So accustomed to love's bruises, she had become numb to the recent end of yet another failed relationship.

Maybe it was time to embrace her freedom and reject men entirely. Yet, she recognized this was easier said than done. Life had its constant cycles, and she felt tethered to this particular one. In relationships, true power seemed fleeting; eventually, the other person could slip away at any moment. How she longed for total control—to ensure her own heart remained unharmed. Then the realization struck her that being single was the path to happiness.

Still, that sense of complete freedom felt elusive. Life didn't let her escape the yearning for a boyfriend, which she couldn't ignore. A part of her would always crave the closeness of a man.

For a couple of years, Juan had been employed as Venus's gardener. Their relationship was friendly; he often shared stories about his kids and marveled at how his wife balanced their hectic family life. In return, Venus opened up to him about her own failed romances.

Of all her employees, Juan was her favorite. His patience and kindness stood out. She also couldn't help noticing his good looks—the sun-tanned skin complemented by a short, dark beard and wavy black hair. His sculpted arms, a testament to his physical work, were often on display. While occasionally she entertained flirtatious thoughts about him, she would typically push them aside.

However, as time passed, those thoughts became increasingly difficult to dismiss. Seeing Juan regularly and choosing to step back from romantic engagements heightened her desires, leaving them teetering on the edge. Even though Juan was devoted to his marriage, she sensed his attraction toward her. She started sunbathing by her pool while Juan worked, aware that his gaze lingered on her, stirring a thrill within her.

Juan admired Venus's beauty, yet he could never entertain the idea of being unfaithful. Attraction was a natural instinct, but he recognized the importance of commitment and loyalty to his family. It was entirely human to appreciate Venus's slender figure and the way her skin glistened under the sun.

While Juan found solace in his fantasies, Venus craved more—an irresistible, tantalizing idea began to form in her mind. For once, she saw a chance to seize all the power for herself.

The morning Juan arrived for work, she stood in the yard, engrossed in a book.

"Good morning," he greeted her.

"Morning, Juan," she replied, smiling but keeping her eyes glued to her book.

Concerned by her demeanor, Juan asked, "Is everything okay?"

"You need this job, right Juan? Losing it would be tough, wouldn't it?"

Startled, Juan replied, "Of course not! Have I done something to upset you?"

"I just have a favor to ask," she said, avoiding eye contact to mask her nerves. "If you do it, you can keep your job."

"Anything," he answered.

"I want you to sleep with me," she stated boldly.

Juan felt time freeze—he must have misheard her.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he stammered.

"I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me," she commanded, emphasizing each word.

"You...you can't be serious," he responded, stunned. "I have a family!"

"Nothing will happen to them, except perhaps you losing your job. It might be hard to find another one given your record. They'll want a reference from me," she asserted, attempting to project confidence even as her hands trembled inside.

Juan fell silent, contemplating, though it felt like forever. "Okay," he sighed, resigned.

A smirk played on Venus's lips as she took his hand and guided him inside. She sat down in a chair, slowly unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down to reveal herself.

Juan knelt and felt temptation consume him, tracing the tip of his tongue across her inviting form as she encouraged him further with her hands in his hair. He savored her, the taste of her becoming intoxicating, taking her teasing soft moans as signals of her pleasure.

He slipped a finger inside her, layering her physical delight with tenderness, while his tongue continued its dance. The heat between them modernized once improperly pondered but now ignited with pure, visceral energy.

She found herself guiding him away to reveal her back, wanting him close, craving physical fulfillment. "Bring me to the edge now," she commanded.

Venus pushed him on, a heady mix of power and yearning, as his wants clashed and bodies moved. In the short-lived haze of their meeting, vows were made useless and loyalty was forgotten. Both of them came out of it out of breath, struggling with how complicated joy is, lost somewhere between being satisfied and feeling guilty. "Congratulations," Venus offered Juan a satisfied smile, her words tinged with casual dominance. "You get to keep your job." Soon after, Juan stepped outside, a silent resignation looming over him.

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Pregnancy Phone Sex With Venus - Hormonal And Horny!

Have you ever had hot sex while pregnant? As a kinky impregnation slut, I have a nasty story to tell you! My hormones were all over the place, and my sex urge was on overdrive, making the pregnancy tough. At 32 weeks pregnant, I was enormous. My large tummy protruded, making me feel heavy and unsightly. However, my boyfriend appeared to think I was more attractive than ever. He couldn't take his hands off me.

"You're glowing," he would remark, showering me with attention. I would simply chuckle and roll my eyes. pregnant had made me an emotional mess, yet he appeared to be having fun, with or without steamy pregnant sex.

One evening, as we lay in bed watching TV, I nestled into his side. His hand carelessly rested on my tummy, his fingers drawing patterns on my tummy. He stared at me questioningly, and I nodded in return. His hand moved down till it was between my legs. My panties were already slick from anticipation, and his touch made me gasp.

"Someone's eager," he taunted as his fingers probed my folds.

"Mmm…just horny," I acknowledged with a flush. "Horny for pregnancy sex."

His fingers continued to explore, eventually reaching my sensitive clit. As he circled the bundle of nerves, I felt a rush of ecstasy. As he continued to delight me, his other hand rested on my tummy. His fingers did their magic, pushing me closer to the point of ecstasy.

"Oh God," I murmured loudly, my body shivering with hunger.

It didn't take long for the increasing pleasure to push me over the verge of orgasm. My back arched, and a stream of words flowed from my lips as euphoria poured over me like a tidal wave. The sight of my hugely pregnant body writhing in delight was nearly too much for him to bear. Nonetheless, he managed to keep himself together.

"Up for some fun?" I muttered as I watched him unbutton his pants.

I watched him undress while I fingered myself, ready to feel his weight on me. However, I had grown to the point that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to penetrate me. But I knew his cock would finally make its way beyond my massive tummy and partake in our pregnant phone sex fetish. His hands stretched for my massive boobs and gripped them tightly. And I couldn't help but visualize him sucking on my tits when they were full of milk. Finally, I felt the tip of his cock penetrate my swollen pussy, and he climbed on top, pushing within me despite my massively bloated tummy. It did not take long for me to burst again.

Are you a fan of pregnancy phone sex? Well, don't be afraid to give sexy Venus a call!

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Fantasy Phone Sex - A Game Of Thrones Wet Dream?

 My tight cunt? My dreams may be rather vivid, I must admit. It was the same last night. I dozed out after reading a book from the Game of Thrones series, my mind swirling with images of dragons and medieval settings. I had no idea, though, that my subconscious had different ideas.

I was taken to the world of Westeros as I fell asleep, and I was given the pink princess pussy, the Mother of Dragons, and transformed into Daenerys Targaryen. I had long silver hair that flowed down my back like a river of moonlight, and I was a breathtaking beauty in this dream. The emerald green of my eyes was penetrating. My skin was glowing golden brown, as though the sun had kissed it.

But it was my body that truly drew my attention. My ass was juicy, my waist was little, and my breasts were large. And as the Breaker of Chains, I had a certain—let's call it "confidence"—that came with my role as Daenerys. I rode my horse and strode across the arid sands, flaunting my pink pussy.

As the dream went on, I was confronted by Khal Drogo, the tall, dark, and attractive warlord extraordinaire. Our passion became stronger by the moment as we looked into each other's eyes. There was a noticeable tension between us until we were unable to resist any longer. Our bodies entwined like two untamed animals devouring one another, totally overcome by instinctual desires. Almost anxious eagerness ran through Daenerys Targaryen's veins as she prepared to make love to Khaldrogo for the first time. She wondered how this tough, battle-hardened warrior would handle my delicate cunt.

As I reached out to touch his wide chest and felt warmth radiate from beneath his leathers, my hands trembled just a little. He pushes me onto his large, meaty cock in a cruel yet affectionate manner. thrusting repeatedly and pushing it deep within my pussy. He is destroying my insides, and I can feel it. It was simultaneously amazing and terrifying. He filled me with his seed while I was on my hands and knees because he was so large and powerful. It dripped down my leg and had a terrific volume. He collapses into the bed, exhausted and utterly content. In the greatest way conceivable, I felt like my cunt stole everything from him.

The love-making session ultimately left both of them weary and out of breath. yet still wanting more in some way. Such a meeting just stoked flames that became more intense and brighter until only smoldering embers remained, threatening to devour everything in their path. The memory of the intense moment between two beings joined in the most intimate way possible, uniting souls in a fleeting moment of perfect joy inside of my cunt, makes me blush even now as I write these lines. I was soaked when I woke up.

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Barely Legal Phone Sex with Venus - A Virgin's Fantasy

Venus, an 18-year-old virgin, was always known for her gentle and innocent personality. She had only recently progressed from being her father's sweetheart to a barely legal prostitute. With her beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and perky, fit form, she embodied youthful lust. Her lengthy legs and bald, waxed pussy piqued many men's interest. Meanwhile, all she wanted was one man: Mr. Hermie, her father's best friend. He stood tall and attractive, with a sculpted face and piercing green eyes that demanded attention wherever he went. Furthermore, Venus's crush on him got stronger with each babysitting session at his house, and her thoughts frequently wandered to forbidden fantasies when she was alone in his home.

Furthermore, Venus' dreams about Mr. Hermie occupied her mind. The barely legal girl imagined herself on her knees, staring up at him with her large blue eyes as she sucked his thick cock deep into her throat. The thought of tasting his cum and having it trickle down her chin filled her pussy with yearning. Furthermore, she would frequently use his hairbrush to satisfy herself, putting the handle deep into her tight pussy and losing herself in the dream of being fucked by him.

Venus made a fatal decision one day to pursue her passions. While babysitting, she went into Mr. Hermie's bedroom, grabbed his hairbrush, and ran her fingers over the soft bristles. She perched on the edge of the bed, her pulse pumping with anticipation, and carefully slipped the handle into her hot pussy. “Oh, Mr. Hermie,” she sighed gently, her eyes closed as she pictured him over her. She heard a noise at the door. Her eyes sprang open, and there he was, his eyes wide with surprise and longing. Venus froze, the hairbrush still buried deep into her. "Venus, what are you doing?" he said, his voice strained with yearning.

Venus, embarrassed yet aroused, revealed her fantasies to Mr. Hermie. "I was thinking of you," she said, barely above a whisper. "I was imagining it was your cock inside me." Consequently, Mr. Hermie's eyes clouded with need. He entered into the room and closed the door behind him. "Show me," he demanded. Venus dropped down on her knees and sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth. Venus sucked him deeply, sliding her tongue around his head, tasting his pre-cum. Mr. Hermie moaned, driving his hips forward while fucking her mouth. She glanced up at him, her eyes bright with joy as she drew him deeper, her throat softening to accommodate his thick shaft. She gulped each drop.

Venus swallowed harder as Mr. Hermie's body stiffened and his cock swelled. Her cheeks hollowed. "Fuck, Venus," he murmured, his body trembling as he entered, flooding her lips with his hot, thick cum. She swallowed every drop, kissing her lips with pleasure. Mr. Hermie gazed down at her, his eyes overflowing with passion and admiration. "You're a barely legal slut," he added quietly. Venus smiled, and her heart was full with delight. She had finally fulfilled her dreams, and it was much better than she had anticipated. They collapsed on the bed, their bodies entangled, exploring each other's needs. This marks the start of their clandestine love affair.

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Pantyhose Slut Venus! Who Doesn't Love A Pantyhose slut?

Something about a skintight red dress and a nice silky pair of thigh highs gets my pussy wet. Recently, I found that some of my pantyhose have gone missing. I didn't think too much about it. One day, I arrived home early and discovered my closest friend's fiancé. Jerking his cock. As I peer through the crack in the door, I notice he has my pantyhose wrapped around him. Jake is clearly the one who has been taking my pantyhose. Of course, I was shocked. Undoubtedly, this is why my pantyhose were missing. I carefully slide my hand to my pussy, watching him. Jerk his cock while I play with my pussy. He must have heard me, turned around, and noticed me standing there. I stepped in and asked him, "Are those my pantyhose?" He lowers his head in shame. He responds to me with a quiet yes. I thrust my pussy into his mouth and ordered him to eat it.

I felt his tongue go deeper within me and saw his cock harden inside my pantyhose. I placed my hand on his cock and began jerking it. I'm watching his big cock through my pantyhose. As he flips me around, I feel his tongue enter my asshole. His two fingers are massaging my clit, and I am getting wetter and wetter. Following a burst of cum drip in his mouth.

Feeling him push more and deeper into my pussy and stretch me out. He grabs me and pushes me against the wall, holding me up by my thighs and telling me how much he's always wanted to fuck me because he enjoys the scent of my pussy in my pantyhose. I feel his enormous cock in my pussy, and he is fucking me like I haven't been fucked in a long time. He is peering into my eyes. However, Jake has no idea what is ahead for him. Despite the fact that Jake's massive cock feels fantastic. I realize we shouldn't be doing this. Aside from him, he is cheating on his fiancé, who is also my best friend.

Meanwhile, Jake lets out a loud grunt, and I feel his entire load release into my pussy as it pours down my pantyhose. I get off his cock, stare at him, throw the pair of pantyhose I was wearing at him, and tell him to clean his cock and smell it. He begins to sniff my pantyhose and licks them up and down. I know who's been taking my pantyhose. My only regret is that it took me so long to realize he was the reason my pantyhose went stolen. I forced him to get dressed and informed him that we were heading to the supermarket. Certainly, there will be consequences for taking my pantyhose.

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