I Had Phone Sex Using a Remote Controlled Vibrator (Bestvibe G-Spot Butterfly Weable Vibrator Review)

I’m self-conscious about my voice. I feel like it’s got a bit of a low register, and even though I can find that incredibly sexy in other women, I don’t like the way it sounds coming from me.

Maybe the worst thing about my voice is that it sounds like my mom’s. That makes me feel like I sound like a mom. And yeah, I am a mom, but I’m also a sex blogger and I’d much rather sound like that. 

My life revolves around me sharing my dirtiest thoughts and stories with the public, but I’m still hesitant to broadcast my voice. 

So, it took me completely by surprise when I found myself having phone sex. 

I Got Pulled into Phone Sex

I never seriously considered having phone sex. 

When I was young and dating, my only access to a phone was the one in my parents’ kitchen. Even if I did get a boy on the line, there’s no way I’d stand by the sink making dirty talk, hoping my mom doesn’t walk in. 

By the time I got my own phone, I was 18. I was also living with my boyfriend and we were never apart for very long. He didn’t take any extended trips out of town without me or anything like that. He did leave for work on most days, but I didn’t think it would be appropriate to have him call me so I can give him a hard-on while he’s surrounded by factory workers.

Even if I had a good opportunity to do it, though, I’m not sure I would’ve. Even though I spill all the filthy details of my sex life online, I’m actually quite shy when it comes to saying that stuff out loud. I couldn’t even bring myself to talk dirty during sex, how was I going to manage a whole sexy conversation over the phone? 

Over time, I more or less stopped using the phone altogether. Unless I absolutely had to call somewhere to book an appointment, I stuck to text and email. I was (and am) no stranger to emailing someone who left me a voicemail because it’s easier and less weird for me. 

I figured that was the last nail in the coffin as far as phone sex was concerned. Then, one evening, I just sort of fell into it.

I started flirting with someone online and before I knew it, we were getting quite dirty over text message.

Dirty texts turned into full-blown one-handed-typing cybersex. 

In one of my texts, I described giving him a blowjob. I painted a picture of how I would drop to my knees, unclasp his belt, and service him with my mouth.

I told him what my tongue would do. He told me how it would make him moan. And I wrote, “Fuck, I wish I could hear that.”

He wrote back “That can be arranged.”

I immediately dropped the sexy act and went into defense mode. “No phones, I’m too shy!!!” I wrote, with a bunch of blushy emojis. 

I had already told him I don’t do phones. I’m an uber-Millennial so my phone is for texting, casual games, and porn. 

He offered to record himself for me. Now, that I could get down with.

I agreed to his offer, but then he said, “I want to hear you, too. I have an idea. Call my phone. Yet one rule… Neither of us can say a word.”

Wow.

That was hot as hell. But I didn’t know what the fuck to do.

I was in a full-blown panic. I stopped jilling off and started fretting instead. 

I loved the idea of hearing him moan. I loved the idea of moaning for him. But I was just so fucking self-conscious. 

I was precisely torn between saying yes and saying no. I just needed a little nudge in either direction. 

After being silent for five minutes and probably leaving him wondering where I went, I told my cyberfuckbuddy that I was still trying to decide. I told him I was nervous and trembling (I was).

His reply gave me the courage to say yes: “No pressure. Your pace. Always.”

(Well, okay, not courage exactly, but it made me so fucking horny I couldn’t say no.)

That was it. I was in. 

I called his number. He answered. I was already breathing heavily when the call started - a combination of being terrified as hell and even hornier. But neither of us said a word. As promised, we listened to each other masturbate vigorously and loudly. 

I moaned. I whimpered. I gasped. I practically hyperventilated.

He breathed heavily. He groaned. He moaned. He sounded so enthusiastic about his pleasure and about hearing mine.

Even though there were no words, no imagery, nothing but sound, it was so much better than cybersex. 

I knew it would be hot, but I had no idea I would enjoy it that much. It was so intimate and made me feel vulnerable. 

I liked the safety of not being seen - I only had to worry about the way I sound, not the way I look, what I was wearing, or what I was doing to myself.

I made myself come over and over with my fingers, and only stopped when I heard him climax.

Getting Mouthy

I was so scared of phone sex, but after experiencing this insanely hot way to cap off a cybersex session, I couldn’t wait for more.

I already had plans the following day. The sex toy company Bestvibe sent me a wearable, remote-controlled G-spot and clit vibrator for me to try, and I was going to spend my afternoon testing it out.

I had already charged it the day before (it is USB rechargeable, which is practically a must for me). 

Now, I just had to get in the mood. 

I told my cyber buddy about it and said, “Too bad you don’t have the remote ;)”

He wrote back asking me about the different settings. “I’ll tell you which buttons to press.”

I gave him the rundown of the features. The remote has a simple design, with only three buttons. One turns it on and off. Another cycles through the ten vibration settings. And the last one has a little picture of a flame - that turns it to the most powerful vibration mode. 

With my fuckbuddy roped in and ready, I sat in bed and applied water-based lube to the silicone toy and slid it into my pussy. With one of the toy’s vibrators inside me, the other resting nicely on my clit, I knew I was going to have a good time. 

I got comfortable and called my fuckbuddy’s number again and awaited his instructions.

He told me which setting to cycle to, and when to change it. 

I was excited to finally use a remote-controlled toy this way. I’ve used one with a partner in the same room, but never with someone who was outside my province. 

He started with a low setting. I moaned softly while I felt the vibrations inside me and on my clit. 

Then, he brought me to a pulse to tease me, and then progressively more intense settings, until I reached an orgasm. 

He switched things up a bit every time, but kept the general pattern of building to an orgasm and then making me work my way back up to the next one. 

Hearing him give me instructions was divine. I loved the commanding sound of his voice. I loved the dirty talk encouraging me through each orgasm. I loved all of it.

I was getting more verbal, too. I was trying not to talk, but the instructions and the toy were getting me off so nicely that I couldn’t help myself. 

My words were terse. I groaned “Oh my god!” when I was riding through an intense sensation. I said a flustered “Oh fuck!” when a sensation caught me off-guard. And I moaned “Yes!” a few times because I wanted him to hear me say it.

The toy gave me clitoral orgasms and G-spot orgasms. And when he told me to press the Fire button, I left it on that setting and had a few incredible blended orgasms. 

Using that toy with him felt amazing. As I came one final time, I heard him say “Good girl”. And those two words echoed in my mind for days. 

Since then, my phone sex has been a little more verbal. I still haven’t uttered a full sentence, but getting off with that toy pushed me well outside my comfort zone. I’m no longer shy about letting out a few words that perfectly express my pleasure and arousal.

Gaining Confidence in My Voice - One Dirty Call at a Time

I used the wearable vibrator a couple of more times on my own. It was fun and I loved being able to experience different kinds of orgasms without switching toys or having to use two hands to work different toys at once. 

I’m not done using this toy, and I plan to give my husband the remote control one of these days and see what kind of sounds he can get out of me. 

But my first time with it is still my favorite. Using it on the phone brought me out of my shell and helped me get more confident about my voice. 

Hey, if it can help a guy come, it’s gotta be good for something, right?

My insecurities are still there, but I feel like I’ve grown in leaps and bounds.

After just two weeks of phone sex, I’m shopping for a microphone. No, not for phone sex (well, not just for phone sex). I’m thinking of recording audio versions of some of my posts here on my personal blog. I might even be starting a podcast with my husband (we have a list of episode ideas - we’re in deep).

Those feel like big changes in my life, and it’s all thanks to a little casual sex at a distance with my cyberfuckbuddy and my wearable vibrator. 

I don’t know if I’ll ever like my voice, but I’m coming to realize that most people don’t. So, I’m doing my best to just embrace it and be as confident as I can about it. If I can get on the phone and come out loud, I sure as hell can talk into a mic. 

I’m also taking steps to be more verbal during sex. I want to up my phone sex game a bit, and I also want to talk dirty to my husband when he’s making me feel amazing. I’m not quite there yet, but I will be soon. And when I do finally call him daddy and tell him to eat my pussy, I really hope he doesn’t think I sound like my mother. 

If you want to try the Bestvibe G-Spot Butterfly Wearable Vibrator, you can order it here. Make sure to use a water-based lube with it for maximum ease and pleasure. This post contains an affiliate link to Sliquid Naturals H2O Water-Based Lubricant - if you click on that link and make a purchase, I get a small commission from the sale.