By David Dickie
Hi Katherine. It’s me, David. How’s it going? Oh really? Well that’s good to hear. So listen, I just wanted to call you to let you know I had a really good time with you last night, and I wanted to thank you again for letting me see your breasts when we came back to my place.
Please, let me continue.
You have fine breasts, Katherine. You really do. Their shape is nice. The tone, and their placement on your upper body are all perfect.
And, I don’t know if you hear this often, but I think your nipples are without a doubt the
strongest feature of both your excellent breasts. Not to brag or anything, but I’ve seen a few nipples in my day, and I can honestly say that the size and the hue of your nipples are amazing – perhaps the best I have ever seen.
Now, I know my behaviour last night may have been a little confusing. You’re probably wondering why, when you showed me your terrific breasts, I made no attempts to touch them, or any other part of your body, let alone try and kiss you.
When I told you how sexy I thought you were and asked you to take your clothes off, then just sat there and watched, making no attempts whatsoever to initiate any form of intimacy, I can easily understand that this might have left you feeling perplexed. Please don’t be embarrassed. A lot of girls would be confused by such a situation. So I just
want to clear things up right now.
The reason I didn’t touch you is this: I didn’t want to mislead you into thinking I was interested in having sexual intercourse with you, as I am not a person who plays games.
Hold on. Don’t be offended. Don’t take this personally either.
You see, I do find you sexually attractive and all, but sex just isn’t my thing. I’ve tried it before a few times and, well, to put it simply, it just didn’t really do it for me. I find sex clumsy and not really worth the effort.
In other words: I much prefer masturbation.
That’s why I really needed to see your breasts last night. I’ve been trying to picture you naked now for the last month and it’s been driving me crazy. It’s just really hard to fantasize about someone when you don’t really know what they look like naked. But now that I have seen you naked (and I took a really long hard look) I can fantasize about you whenever I want.
And therefore masturbate whenever I want. Get it? You see why it’s much preferable to sex. I’m sure you can appreciate my point here. No? I’m sorry to hear.
But hear this. After taking you home last night, I raced back to my place, took a long hot shower, and had one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. All thanks to you. You and your fine breasts.
So I hope you understand that I don’t need to see you in real life ever again. You can call me sometime if you like, but don’t expect anything at this point.
I’ll be straightforward with you, and try to have an open mind when I say this, but I’d like to see other breasts.
Before I hang up, I just want to thank you again. You really helped me out of a tight spot. I hope you take good care of yourself Katherine. And take good care of those incredible breasts, because someday I may lose that mental image and may need a booby-call. Goodbye.
