Sometimes being a pso is easy. I get to sit in my comfy chair and talk dirty. Then there are times when I have difficult calls or callers. There are times when my heartstrings are tugged so hard I feel like crying. Thankfully this doesn’t happen the majority of the time but when it does I feel drained after the call.

One such heartstrings conversation was with a divorced man. The divorce played a big part in the fantasy so I’ll simply call him Divorced Man. At the beginning of the call he told me about his failed marriage. He was happily married, she was not. After a few years of seemingly married bliss she left him for another man.

While at first I thought this would be a talk therapy kind of call, I soon learned otherwise. After telling me his history he asked if I would be willing to play his ex-wife. I agreed and asked what he had in mind.

He wanted me to role play that I was his ex-wife and that he had walked in on me fucking my new man. I felt comfortable with this setup so we began. I described how I was riding on top of my new lover and described how much I loved his cock which naturally was long and incredibly thick. DM wanted to hear me moan like I had never moaned when we had sex. I indulged him and gave a guttural groan.

At this point he stepped into the fantasy, pretending to catch us. I was shocked that he had caught us in the act. Immediately I jumped up from my lover and came running over to him. He was hurt to find us in such a position and professed his pain.

Then something unexpected happened. He started to cry. DM confessed his love for me and begged me to come back to him. In the fantasy we embraced and kissed passionately. He begged for me to leave my new man.

I took the cue and told my lover I was dumping him. (the spurned lover was still naked on the bed waiting for me to come back and finishing fucking him) DM was getting more aroused at this point. I could hear his gasps of excitement. He was jerking off and crying at the same time.

The lover left leaving DM and I alone. We collapsed onto the bed, holding each other tightly. He was sobbing at this point. He kept telling me he was hard for me and wanted to make love to his wife again.

In the fantasy we began to make love. Our sex was slow and gentle, unlike the hard frantic fucking I was having with my now ex-lover. He kept asking if I loved him. He begged for me to remarry him. I promised I loved him and said of course I’d marry him again. He alternatively moaned and sobbed. He repeatedly asked me to never leave him again. I promised I never would over and over while he stroked his cock and cried.

When his orgasm hit it sounded almost painful. As he came he let out a tortured moan that turned into a torrent of sobs. Slowly the sobs turned into deep gasps. I was quiet and let him calm down.

In a quiet little voice he thanked me and told me I had really helped him. I believe him. Yes, our conversation was sex talk but it was more than that. It was counseling for him, admittedly an unusual type. His fantasy was an emotional healing of sorts. I don’t know how many times he had to relive it to get the closure he craved.

My heartstrings were pulled on this call. The pain in his voice was so aching. It was as if I could hear his tears.

Posted by Vixen in PSO Confessions