My American Phone Mistress

Even though I live in the UK, I have an amazing American Phone Mistress whom I adore. I serve her on a regular basis and love every minute of it. How, you ask?

There is something to be said for the vast amount of technology we have at our disposal these days. It has made our world incredibly small and very large in numerous ways, though I must admit the very best thing it has done in my opinion is make it so I was able to meet my American phone mistress. Oh not in person mind you, though it�s a bit hard to recall that particular fact as I seem to know her so well. No, it allowed me to find her and speak to her at all. If it weren�t for the internet, there would have been no way a man living here in London would have had the opportunity to meet a beautiful blonde California Mistress.

Yes yes, I know, phones were invented long ago, but my vain and visual manly side would not have allowed me to dial a number all the way across the pond and hope I got someone to my liking. No, it was the internet that let me see her photos and listen to her voice before ever dialing that brought myself and my American phone mistress together.

American Phone Mistress versus a Brit

That is most likely what you are wondering. Why and American phone Mistress? My mates ask me all the time, when I speak about her, why not take a nice Brit instead. A Mistress is a mistress right, especially on the telephone, but that is just not true. My American phone mistress is very different from every British or otherwise European Mistress or woman in general that I have ever had the opportunity to date.

When I decided the first time to ring her up, I was nervous, women do not normally make me nervous. I am not a bad looking man and to be honest, do not normally have any problems meeting women. I have a girlfriend now who is quite beautiful but compared to my American phone mistress, she is just another woman in a sea of similar fish.

American women just have something about them that excites me. There is the lilt in their voice, a sound of constant optimism that turns me to jelly. Honestly, it took less than a moment for my American phone mistress to have me wrapped around her finger. She could tell too, I know she could. Her soft giggle told me that she was completely aware of my pathetic plight and planned to use it to her advantage at every opportunity, which she has done.

Just a word from her has me begging and this sort of thing never happens with a British woman. They just speak differently, more proper, more predictable. Perhaps that is it! I love the random wildness of the American phone mistress. She might say anything at any time and I have no way of preparing myself for it at all.

She talks with me about anything and everything and just when I’m certain I know which path she is going down with either our conversation or sexual instruction, she veers off into uncharted territory. I am quite taken by this personality trait that I find rarely in women who live here in the uk.

I Am Always Excited By Her

My American phone mistress keeps me constantly excited. We begin always by getting me into a state of arousal that allows her to have me do and try all sorts of new things that I might have balked at in a more relaxed frame of mind. We have discussed me slipping into her panties and even taking one on my knees with another bloke.

She has strap ons and toys and knows all about what to do with them and what I should try. I can tell her every dirty thought I have, kinks that I barely acknowledged to myself I was aching for, she has discussed with me at length. A favorite of hers and admittedly mine as well as my American phone mistress playing the part of my darling girlfriend and cuckolding me with many men, while being a bit humiliating and having me stroke to entertain them.

I would never have brought this fantasy up to my actual girlfriend, though she is rather open minded and might embrace the idea, because she just seems far too withdrawn. But the open, excited sexuality of an American phone mistress allows me to let down all my guards and welcome her inside the walls of my desires and needs.