You can’t explain confidence. You either have it or you don’t. You can find it if you don’t have it, given enough time. That’s the good news.
My poppets ask me to give an example of confidence. I tell them this story.
It was very early in my taboo phone sex career. I was barely even a MILF at the time. I had seen this gorgeous bald man at my local swingers club and watched him work. I was easing myself out of the scene but still came in to see friends and get an occasional lay.
He sure didn’t need my services as a phone sex teacher. Or real life teacher, either. I watched him work his way through about four women, knowing exactly what to do to them, and then doing it well. He’d find his next conquest about halfway through the current one, partly putting on a show for them. And his eyes kept coming back to me.
My phone kept beeping. I had forgotten I’d left it on. Trying to be the best goth phone sex girl I could, I took the call and let the listener hear what was going on in the room. I moaned a little, he got what he needed, and I made a few bucks. But the bald man still kept eyeing me. I turned the phone off for the night.
I headed to the bar. Got my usual and before I got the glass to my mouth felt a hand on my neck pushing me down against the bar, and my skirt going up. Someone’s cocktop was breaching my defenses as my cheek hit the cool bar surface. Usually the bar is a no-sex zone but it’s not strictly enforced.
Suddenly, I was getting pounded from behind and with enough force that we were slightly shaking the bar… enough that people picked their drinks up, smiling (or so I was told later). I know I was smiling. I couldn’t move, but who wanted to?  This delicious cock was hitting me in all the right places, and repeatedly. Had my phone rung at that moment, the lucky fetish phone sex caller would’ve gotten an earful.
One hand on my back and one on my neck and a nice thick dick was pushing me through the pearly gates, at what felt like nine inches at a time. It wasn’t long before I gushed on the cock in question and just shook. I felt a hot load shoot all over my ass, and it felt like a lot of come.
Grabbed by the hair for an awkward kiss from behind, it’s my bald sex symbol, of course.
Swing clubs are famous for fuck first, small talk later, and that’s what followed. I got a name and a handshake from my Mystery Cock and phone numbers were put in palm pilots. We also dried our moist parts during this, and I passed him a cocktail napkin for the express purpose. LOL
He ordered the same drink as me (*swoon* LOL) and we chatted. He was mildly distracted, always looking for the next adventure, though. I wasn’t offended. It was a symptom of leading a full and active life, and it was undeniably attractive.
Confidence. Some men have it, and others don’t. Call me for MILF phone sex, and I’ll help you with yours.
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