Phone Sex Novels & Stories

After calling several times, all she got was a message saying that the number she was trying to reach was unavailable. Xenia was puzzled. After all, Lena had given her this phone number herself. She began to suspect that there might be an issue with her phone. Thus, she tried calling from a household servant's phone, but the result was the same. Xenia frowned. She couldn't understand what Lena's intentions were. Lena was the one who had reached out to her and talked about the collaboration. Yet, the phone number Lena provided turned out to be fake. It seemed that Lena was not sincere in collaborating.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I lean myself backward to reach inside the pocket of my black jeans to retrieve it. My spine stiffen from the text from an unknown number. +34 85601-1337 You fucked up X. Now you’re going to pay. Blood will be shed Who the fuck is this? It’s a phone number from Spain. “Hell yeah, another one!” I hear Julian gloat but I don’t pay him any mind. The game is over and a new one has just begun. Whoever the fuck this is, is going to wish they never sent this. “Bro, what’s wrong? You all salty now?” Julian asks with whiny mockery.

“Are you on a cell phone or a landline?” “Why?” “Because I need to send you a picture.” “I’m on a landline.” “What’s your cell phone number?” “Ms. Reynolds – ” “WHAT’S YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER.” He gave me a cell with a 212 prefix. “Hold on.” I turned the phone around, snapped a picture of myself, and then texted it to his number. “Did you get it?” I asked. “Yes.” “See if you can find any pictures on G****e of him with a woman who looks like that,” I said.

I sigh and start dialing the number of a random girl called Cristina Ellis. This time someone picks up the call. But it's a male's voice. "Hello, is this Cristina Ellis's number?" I ask. "No, it's her father's number," the old man replies. It's then I realise the contact numbers we got are all actually the students' parent's numbers and no high schooler probably had a cell phone during Asher's mother's time. "Oh, okay. Can I get Cristina's number, please. I'm her high school friends' daughter. My Mom would like to talk to her," I say.

and killing. "Good tell Mar-" Before I could finish my sentence my other cell phone buzzed, It was used for my legal businesses, I own several large corporations and restaurants mostly in Italy but also around the world. "Call Marcello he'll know what to do". Click I ended the call with Frank and looked at the other phone to see it was an unknown number my eyebrows furrowed not knowing who this was but I picked up. "Who"? I ask in a no-nonsense type of tone.

Noah Williams It's been a month after the disturbing phone call I had from marinda and here I was in her parents house asking for her hand in marriage even though it wasn't given a choice to make. I had made sure I was still in contact with my new found son xavier. I had asked Mr John philp to give my number to xavier, the man was kind enough to do that and also went ahead to buy him a cell phone, since them before going to bed I call him to know how he his doing.

The man pulls out a phone of his own. “This is a very special phone you know?” the crazed man chuckles, waving the phone at the side of my face. “It’s got a voice modulator and is untraceable so no matter who I call, they can’t tell my real voice and will never know where I’m calling from. Smart, right?” I watch from the side of my eyes, helpless, as he dials Ezra’s number. My heart is racing in my chest, and I cannot decide whether I want him to pick up or not.

I'm breastfeeding Nico when my phone beeped. It was a message from an unknown number. ... from: +639********* Hi! Are you free today? Can we talk? I just want to talk to you, if you're available. :) ... from: +639********* It's Caleb, by the way. :) ... Oh, so he changed his number? I see. ... from: +639********* I just borrowed a phone from a friend, in case you wonder. Haha.

Feeling a dull ache in her wound, Teresa looked a bit pale, the smile on her face had long since been replaced with an immeasurably commanding and impatient expression. Sahara was waiting for Teresa to give Hilda a slap in the face, but she didn't expect to hear something else. "Miss Damien, the cell phone Miss Adams is using is not a knock off, but a genuine custom made model produced by the Jordan Group's cell phone division. Only a pair of them are available across the globe!" That was right, Hilda certainly wouldn't use a knock off cell phone. In reality, her cell phone was a customized Jordan Phone model made specially for her by Connie and Linux.

“Who’s speaking?” “It’s me, Noelle!” Xavier forced himself to suppress his displeasure as he asked, “Who’s the man who answered the phone just now?” Noelle narrowed her eyes as she glanced at the number and then in the direction of the bathroom. She immediately jerked out of the sleepiness she was shrouded in and asked, “Xavier Harris, have you lost your mind? What’s the point of using all these different numbers to call me in the middle of the night?”