So I’ve been doing a little bit of traveling lately, and as we all know, that means time apart from your lover.

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

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