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Pamela

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There is something very intimate about masturbating on the phone, isn't there? Something intensely personal and thrilling when there is a connection there, when two people meet in the playgrounds of their minds and begin the dance toward le petit mort, the little death, that ultimate blissful superfeeling: orgasm.

There is nothing like urging you on toward orgasm, directing your strokes as I whisper those things that thrill you, make your balls tingle and ache. Shall we take our time, work you up to the edge, work you to the place where fluid leaks from your tip and your body shudders for release? Shall we keep you there, hanging on the edge, hanging on every syllable of every word I utter, shuddering through each delicious and tormenting stroke until finally, finally! I ask you to cum for me?

I will crawl through the phone line and slip into your mind, settling deep into that spot between your psyche and your libido, and from there, I will call first the strokes and then the shots.

Surrender to me, surrender your will to do anything other than stroke for me.

Control is an illusion--simply surrender it to me. Some say "all life is suffering" but for what purpose? If your life seems without purpose, let me give you purpose--suffer for me. Suffer for me and I will lead you toward enlightenment. The Tantric model for the enlightened mind is orgasm. The moment of enlightenment is like the moment of orgasm--that moment of blissful non-thinking being, of pure consciousness. At the end of the path of suffering is enlightenment. If enlightenment is like unto orgasm, let me enlighten you.

Surrender control to me.

Stroke for me.

Suffer for me.

Cum for me.

All you have to do is call me.