Luckily for me, time apart can also mean time”together”, if you know what I mean.

Here, I wrote about it in my Dirty Diary…

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Dear Diary,

It was a rainy Thursday night and I’ve been traveling on business for the last month and a half.  Another day, another hotel room…all by myself.

I check in to the Hilton where my travel agency had set me up for the next few days.  It’s a nice place with a great restaurant and one of those pools that seem to wrap around the entire place.

Ya, whatever.  Its still not home.

Its hard to keep at this so often…especially with my wife back at home all by herself.  I love her to death and hate the fact that every time I go out on these long ventures I can’t be with her.

Even more I hate how horny I get all by myself.  I’m a faithful guy, but when you don’t get laid for a while your mind starts racing…all of a sudden the stewardess starts looking hotter then usual and I have to snap out of it.

She’s nothing compared to my wife…but a man’s sexual needs can be overwhelming at times.  And it really doesn’t hurt to look.

Anyways, I check into my room, strip off my suit and toss it across the tacky chair next to the “welcome” brochure the maid left this morning.  My t-shirt and socks to follow.

In nothing but my boxer briefs and a watch on, I lay down on the kingsized fluffy bed with some sort of Italian satin sheets tightly tucked across.  A long sigh of relief comes rushing out of my lungs to greet the evening of mundane relaxation and uneventful bordem.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly my phone rings.  Its my wife calling from her cell phone.

Weird…its like 2 AM at home and she should usually be sleeping by now.

“Hello?“  I answer with a slight bit of surprise in my voice.

“Hey baby, Its me”

Interesting.  She sounded a bit different.  Her voice spoke with a lower tone then usual…hinting with a bit of raspy smoothness.

“Hey babe…I’m surprised you’re calling me this late.  Isn’t it like2 AM over there?”

“Yeah…but I’m not really tired right now.  I’ve just been thinking a lot tonight….”

A sly smile beamed across my face as I realized that she was obviously in the mood for something…other then her usual “book reading before bed” routine that I’ve gotten used to over time.

“Yeah?  What have you been thinking about?”

She didn’t answer my question.  Instead, she asked her own.

“What are you doing right now?”

Ahhh…I see where this is going.  My hand gently glided down from my chest to the growing bulge in my boxer briefs.  As I shifted into a

more “comfortable” position, I began to reply.

“Oh nothing…just lying here on my bed…all by myself”

There was a growing tension on the phone line that seemed to thicken slowly as the vibe began to build.

“Mmmm…Me too.  I’ve been thinking about you all night…just lying here in that pink nighty you bought me on valentines day”

Oh damn.  How could I forget that one?  Instantly, I pictured her wearing the sexy silk lingerie I hand picked for her on my trip to France last year.  Just remembering what she did to me the last time she wore that sent an electric sensation shooting down my legs and back up through my thighs.

“Oh hell yeah…I bet you look hot as fuck wearing that thing.  I wish I could see it right now”

“Mmmm I wish you could too baby.  Especially with my freshly shaven pussy underneath it.  But since your not here, I’ll have to touch it for you”

My jaw hit the floor as I almost dropped the phone out of my hand. At this point, I couldn’t help but to start stroking the throbbing, rock-hard cock that was literally poking a hole through my boxers.

“Fuck ya…I guess I’ll have to do the same”

“Yeah baby…god I’m so wet right now thinking about your hard cock inside of me”

Jesus fucking Christ.  Where did this come from?

In a zombie like trance I began to stroke my throbbing cock up and down, unable to control myself.  5 minutes ago I was ready to watch TV until I passed out from boredom, but now I find myself fully captivated by an animalistic passion I never knew could exist over the phone.

“Yeah baby my cock is so hard for you right now…I’m jerking it for you baby I want it so bad”

I had no idea what came over me.  I hardly ever talk like this, but she made it feel so natural for me that I couldn’t hold back.

“Ohhhh yeah fuck baby my pussy needs your cock right now.  I want you to bend me over the counter and ravage me like an animal.  I

want it baby!! Give it to me!”

Her voice began to get louder as her breathing became heavier.  All I could think about was the image of her rubbing her swollen little clit and finger her pussy on our bed.  I began to jerk my cockharder and harder.

For the next few minutes all we did was moan into the phone, getting off on each others sounds.  A combination of heavy breathing, primal groaning, and the occasional “yeah” muttered in a whispering tone consumed my being as I felt my orgasm begin to build.

Her escalating screams of passion blossomed as she began to climax.

“I’m coming for you baby!  I’m coooommmmiiiinnnngggggg…..”

We came together exchanging sexual groans that probably woke the neighbors.  I blew my load all over my stomach…not thinking twice about “making a mess” or acting “inappropriate” for a second.

All I cared about was the eruption of passion I was experiencing, sucked into the moment with my wife who I never expected would bring me to such an intense state…especially so many miles away.

My mind was completely blank for the first time in weeks. The only thing I could bring my awe-struck self to say was…

“Wow”

“Did you have fun baby?” she asked with a post-sex glowing charm.

“Yeah…defiantly.  Where did you learn to do that?”

“Oh…I have my secrets” she replied, clearly keeping a mysterious overtone to the whole situation…which was all I needed to hear.

We chatted a bit, mostly babbling about nonsense and enjoying the hottest phone sex either one of us have ever had in our lives.  At some point I fell asleep on the phone with her, wanting to savor every moment I could and bask in our sexual glory.

The next morning I woke up to my cell phone laying on the pillow next to me…causing an ear-to-ear grin across my face.  One hell

of a way to start the day.

Needless to say, I’m not having that “problem” I had before.

Flight attendants are just flight attendants once again, and there’s absolutely no temptation coming from any angle.

I mean, even if there was I would probably not be able to see it.

All I could think about was the ultra-passionate night of lusty phone sex and what I was going to do to my wife when I got home.

But then again,  I wouldn’t be surprised if she decided to give me another “late night call” while I’m still on the road.

Lord only knows I’ll be waiting for it.

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Well there you have it.  This particular edition was centered around phone sex (obviously lol) and there are defiantly some very important key points to consider (and learn) from this edition.

Let me know if you can’t find them!

Leave a comment below while you’re still here.   I want to hear everything about you and how I can help you learn this skill set.

(The more you tell me, the more I can help give you the answers you are looking for!)

Well that about does it for me today, its been a long and “eventful” trip ;-P

Stay Dirty,

Devian Day

8:10 pm

Sunny Los Angeles, CA

Howdy,

You know, I’ve heard my fair share of CRAZY hot sex stories in my time.  Most people have, especially living in a day where you can literally watch any porno of any people doing ANY thing sexually possible, and you can conjur up any sort of fantasy just by clicking a few buttons.

And I thought I had seen and hear it all before.  Boy, was I ever wrong.

Some stories you just can’t make up…especially since they come from a place that no Hollywood porn producer could ever imagine and scream with loud intentions that most people could never understand.

I’m talking about almost surreal levels of devotion, brutal self-honesty, and the willingness to go beyond the norm out of necessity, rather than simply trying to “spice things up” a bit.

And that’s EXACTLY what you’re about to read.

Introducing Cupcake…a devoted Dirty Dialogue follower and over-all one hellova gal.  I’ve gotten to know her over the past few months and she’s in a situation where Dirty Dialogue (i.e. talking dirty to her man in creating mutual sexual enlightenment) is her ONLY means of sexual contact.  Her fiance is incarcerated and she can only see him under strict prison surveillance.

All I can really say is, wow…this girl is on her GAME.

Anyways, she’s written a story about what happened the last time she visited her man, and with her permission, she’s allowed me to print it her for your enjoyment.

So, without further ado, here is the story of Cupcake and her incarcerated man:

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Keeping your sex life alive without any physical contact!  Impossible!

Or so I thought.

When I first decided to remain with my fiancé while he “did time” in prison, I was positive I would be saying “Good-Bye” to my sex life, but I could not have been more wrong.  Surprisingly, abstinence in a faithful relationship can keep a sexual connection extremely STRONG!

The prison where my fiancé is incarcerated allows “contact” visitations; therefore, every permitting weekend and holiday, I am fortunate to be able to spend quality time with him.    While we are both grateful for our “contact” visitations, the prison definition for “contact” is the ability to share a quick hug and kiss at the beginning and end of our time together.  Trust me, we’ve tested our limits, and have seen other couples test theirs, on how long the embrace can be, but it’s never long before the officer’s shout to wrap it up.  If only they understood how sexually frustrated we are, but I suppose that without limits we would jump on each other and have sex in front of everyone without a care.  (Yes, if allowed, we really would).

Based on the simple fact, that as human beings we all want what we can’t have, just knowing that we are unable to be physically intimate, significantly increases our sexual desire for each other. Imagine sitting across from your lover (whom you haven’t been physically intimate with in over 8 months), with only a two foot tiny table between the two of you, and being forbidden to touch for six hours.  Talk about sexual tension.  Ahh!  It never ceases to amaze me, the crazy ideas my fiancé and I come up with when the intense sexual tension leads to desperation.

It’s these moments of desperation that we learn to get over being shy and modest and give into our inner dirtiness.  I would like to share an example of how giving in and talking dirty can really be.

At one visitation, we stared into each others eyes and described the dirty things we wanted to do to each other.  (It was just like phone sex, but no phone and no masturbating).

The sexual tension was intense; I could feel myself dripping wet and could see his hard cock pushing up against his pants.  It quickly came to the point where I couldn’t stand it any longer and told him, “No More.”

He said, he would agree to stop seducing me if I did him one quick favor, “Go to the bathroom and wipe all your ‘juices’ on a paper towel and bring it back in here to me.”  So off I went to the bathroom, wiped all my wet ‘juices’ that had been already dripping out of me, onto a paper towel.  Then I folded up the paper towel, stuffed it into my pocket, brought it back to the table, and secretly passed it to him.

It was quite the turn on, to watch him enjoy licking off my wetness and breathing in my sex smell.  He loved it and held onto that paper towel for about 3 hours, constantly holding it up to his nose to breathe it in and examining every inch to find more to lick, until we finally had to throw it away and say our good-byes.

His idea got my mind rolling and the next weekend when the dirty talk got really steamy, I cleaned out one of our empty mayonnaise packets on the table, held it up, and told him, “You know what I want!”

Quickly, he placed the empty mayo packet into his shirt pocket and signaled one of the officers to ask permission to use the inmate restroom.  Once given permission, he took off to the restroom, where he jacked off and filled the mayo packet with all his cum.  He then brought it back to the table, slyly took it out of his pocket and passed to me saying, “Is this what you wanted?”

I couldn’t resist smiling and asked him, “Who’s your dirty lil whore!”  Then I squeezed half of the packet directly into my mouth and let his warm cum flow down my throat, like it did when I would give him a blow job.  With the rest, I squeezed it onto my chocolate cupcake like frosting, and enjoyed!   Just tasting his salty cum again, stimulated all the sexual memories!

Let’s just say my panties and jeans were a lil damp.

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…wow.

Are you with me here?

I can honestly say that I’ve never seen a woman more devoted to her man in my life.  Given such INTENSE restrictions, dealing with prison and all, she was able to use her Dirty Dialogue (and obviously opened mind) to make even the most non-ideal situation work to her benefit!

And being a student of Dirty Dialogue…proud isn’t even the word ;-P

What do YOU think about Cupcake’s story?

Leave your feedback on the comment section below.  I know she’ll appreciate your support!

Stay tuned for more writing from Cupcake and other world-class Dirty Divas to come

Stay Dirty,

Devian Day

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Dear Diary,

Words cannot express how I feel right now.

Speechless, I suppose…but there’s way more to it then that. I still feel jolts of energy surging through my body as if i stepped on a broken electrical chord…especially since my mind has been playing the erotic thriller of what we did last night over, and over again on repeat, all day long.

And for good reason.

I’ve never experienced this kind of raw animalistic sexual chemistry before in my entire life

At least not at the hands of a woman’s mercy. It was like she reached deep inside of me and grasped the very core of my sex drive and yanked it right out of me.

Something raw and animalistic. Its like there was a part of me that was begging to come out, but for some reason, never made it to the surface.

I guess it was waiting for her the entire time.

Last night was our usual “date night” which typically consisted of a nice dress-up dinner and what you would consider a long-term couple’s attempt at putting the “spark” back into our relationship. We decided to start doing this about a month and a half ago.

And the whole time, I thought it was going “well.”

As usual, I go out to meet her as I would have any other night.  I’m a man, and I’m used to leading…taking full and utter control of everything. Especially with women.

But tonight was not the same. As she walks up to my car, I already notice something was different. Maybe it was the way she walked…swaggering her hips back and forth as her heels clicked and clanked on the sidewalk below.

Or maybe it was the way she flipped her hair back as she adjusted her short black dress from riding up her long, smooth legs.

She was ready for something. What that was exactly, I wasn’t sure at the time. The overwhelming feeling that I was “in” for something came over my body along with a tingling sensation that shot up the back of my spine.

I had never seen such confidence in her demeanor before. I look down at my freshly pressed slacks and notice my already rock hard cock was pulsing as it pushed up against my zipper. I still had no idea why.

She gets into my car, opening the door in a firm but smooth motion and sits down in the passangers seat. A warm gust of air followed as the door flew shut, carrying the soft but seductive scent of her perfume. She turns to me with a seductive stare and whispers to me “Hello lover” with a hint of naughty rasp in her voice.

Who was this woman? This was NOT the girl I’ve been with this whole time. I was almost in shock, but the throbbing in my pants reminded me that I was still there…and feeling more alive then ever before.

In an almost quivering voice, I say to her “Hey baby. Wow, you look…”

“Shhhh…..just drive” she says as she puts a finger over my lips as my hands uncontrollably stroke across the inside of my leg… gliding over the rock solid rod lpressed up against it.

“Hmm…..looks like you started without me” she says with a slight bite of her lower lip. “Lets go.’

I can barley focus on the road. We have reservations at 8:30 at some nice French restaurant downtown. And to think, I was actually looking forward to the cheese and wine the whole time. Looks like I got a lot more then I bargained for.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day” she tells me in a soft but sensual voice, as her hand wanders towards my crotch. Just saying that alone was arousing. As a man, its incredibly attractive to be told that your woman wants you. Even when its been this long.

“Yeah? What about me?” I ask with a wink and a cocky grin…playing into her game and knowing exactly what she was talking about.

“Oh…just a few little things” she says as she leans over, puts a firm hand on my cock and whispers into my ear “I’ve been thinking long…and hard…about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

That was it. I am only human.  I am only a man, and can take no more.

Needless to say, we never made it to diner. After pulling over on the side of the highway and having what I would consider the most passionate sex in my entire life…we headed strait back to my place for more…and more. It didn’t stop until we both literally passed out from physical exhaustion.

I still can’t believe the way she spoke to me. It was like she hit all the right buttons and knew exactly what to do to get me scorching lava-hot. The perfect fantasy I experienced last night will stay with me forever, and you better beleive that I will be thinking about it for a long time to come.

Talk about fantasies come true. I can’t wait to go out to “dinner” again.

Devian Day here, and I’ve got some exciting news.

The infamous Dirty Diary has transformed.

If you’ve been reading my newsletter (as you most likely have) then you know about my “Dirty Diary”… and all the juicy tid-bits slathered throughout its pages.

In an effort to spread the message of “talking dirty” and its unmatched potential to resurrect, rekindle, and eventually skyrocket your ability to reach deep, unadulterated intimacy and passion with your partner…I’ve decided to go public with my material.
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Now I have a question for you…

If you would pick one single thing…one special tip, topic, or piece of advice that you KNOW will help you get to the “next” level in communicating your sexuality to your partner…what would it be?

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Leave a comment below with your answer…as your wish is my command.

Your Dirty Dialogue Genie,

Devian Day

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