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I had a very interesting and fun call last night… I love it when they like to kiss. Kissing is a vital part of the sexual experience. I know that sex isn’t the same without kissing. I love to kiss and describing a kiss during phone sex is fun and I believe it takes phone sex to a new level.

A nice long kiss that lingers and moves to other parts of the body and then back to the mouth is just so perfect… The hot breathe and soft tongue, lips on my neck and shoulders. They run their hands though my hair and all over my body…to paint that picture in my head makes me horny. I love to kiss… in real life as well as describing it during a call.

Kissing makes everything hotter and it makes sex so much more satisfying. I don’t think anything else could possibly be as personal. To look at someone in their eyes as our lips meet and our tongues touch is really an incredible moment before and after any sexual encounter. I love how the softness of their lips against mine feels and how gentle kisses are. Even describing a kiss is sexy… at least I make it sexy so I have been.

Sex just wouldn’t be the same without kissing and that includes phone sex. I like the cummy kisses, too. You know the ones I am talking about… where he goes down on me and then comes up and shares my taste with me. Not everyone likes those kind of kisses but I do. I simply love to kiss and to describe kisses during phone sex is so hot that I can almost feel it happening… That is oh so very nice. I hope when you call me that you love kissing too! Call me and find out how nice phone sex kisses really are!

I love the calls where the gentleman wants me to dress him up in heels and thigh highs and sexy dresses. When they need me to control them and make them go out all dressed up so they can cum. I love to make them be my girlfriends. Girlfriends… that eat pussy and have nice little penises. I love getting them off by exposing their desire to be dressed up and taken out in public and flaunted about.

It is just a type of call that I really enjoy. When they say on the other end of the phone that they want to be my little slut, I get excited. I enjoy making them wear what I want and telling them what I want them to do. Those calls really turn me on. I especially like it when they want to be watched by other men while I turn them into my little slutty whores.

I know they like women because they are calling me… but they have that little piece of themselves that really wants to be treated like a whore. This is the piece that needs to be dressed up in slutty clothes and forced to do things that in their regular lives is forbidden. They don’t want to do that in the day to day part of their lives. Their fantasy of dressing up is what they need to get off and that is where I come in.

I can offer a vision of a fantasy that upon closing your eyes, we together can create an image of reality that we can almost believe is real. If you focus on my voice while I paint this visual picture of you wearing the clothes I choose, we can go where ever you desire… we can make your fantasy be.

If you need me to help you with fishnets and garters……………

I would be MORE than happy to turn you into my little SLUT! … So if this is your desire, Call me! I DARE YOU!!!

Hello Gentlemen! My half priced special is about to end best call real soon, dears! Tuesday Morning it will end! My line is open! I really want to see you get in on my special! Don’t miss out! I’m waiting! I am horny and wet! WAITING!! I love what I do and your satisfaction is vital to me! Come on gents make a pretty girl’s Christmas Merry!! I am looking forward to hearing from one and all! MMmmmmmm! Really…… I am!

Actually believe it… or not… with the economy in the state it is in… I felt that running a special would be nice… seems how a lot of the other bigger companies that actually have corporations behind the name… always try to pose as solo independent phone sex …when they are not that at all…on the search engines like www.dogpile.com and a lot of their prices?!?!?! WOW! some tipped upwards of $4.99 per minute!… what greed… my site’s special is running at a buck a minute Yes, $1.00 per minute and my phone rings pretty steady… A wise man once told me… Do what you love! Love what you do, and do it well! I am not some fake… I am at half price because I am just always horny… so call volume goes up and I get to orgasm over and over and love every minute of it!!! I love phone sex! It is what defines me from the common herd! I am different and better than all the rest! This is how I feel and what I am all about… if it is boring then I am doing it wrong! but it isn’t and I am not! Feeling good and having fun, is what I am all about…Baby!

It is the 20th of November today so any of you gentlmen who would like to call me have ten days to get in on the special that I have been running. It is over at the end of November. It has been running at half off my regular rates…. So if you want to get in on the savings and the enjoyment of talking to me at the same time…. you better get calling! you only have…

TEN DAYS… LEFT!!!

I am waiting anxiously, wet and horny… For less than a 20 ounce bottle of soda you can talk to me for one minute…. for the price of a 12 pack of beer we can have more fun than the hangover will be if you drink that twelve pack!

We can talk about anything you want as you can see from reading my blogs I am very diversified and well read. I have wonderful sexual storys to share and I would love to share them with you!

I love calls where they want to role-play. I love role-playing… anything really. I am not discriminative, when it comes to role-playing… I just love role-playing in general. I enjoy the whole art of pretending that it is really happening at that moment… whatever it is that we are dreaming up. It is fun to think they are here right now in bed with me or maybe not in bed but having sex of some sort, somewhere! That would be the whole idea of role-playing.

Any type of role-playing call I am in favor of. Whatever they want however they want it! The art comes in… when they can close their eyes and actually visualize what I am saying, as if it is actually happening. If it is role-playing that you desire then don’t let your inhibitions get in the way.

Come retreat with me into your sexual fantasies. I am sure we can have a lot of fun. So kick back and let’s enjoy each other’s company and imagine a world of sex together! Anything you want, anyway you want it! Call me and we can explore each other’s imagination and orgasm many times or together… either way I am game!

I really love interactive calls…. When there is a certain element of conversation connected to the orgasms that make every call a worthwhile endeavor…. I enjoy all my calls just some more than others… recently I had a call with a very fascinating man who was actually concerned about my orgasms… When I was talking to him he wanted me to cum and he made sure I did.

His voice so low and tender… I almost felt like he was lying next to me in my bed. It is calls that reach that level of consciousness inside me that make every nerve inside me tingle. I do so love calls that actually make me wet just thinking about them… This call touched part of me that I do rarely offer up. I love talking to someone that responds with such passion that I can feel it though and through… Into my very being…. When they make things tingle like my clit and my nipples and deep up inside my pussy… they really make the juices start flowing… Making me tingle full load orgasms that come and over and over cause my body to convulse in pure ecstasy.

I enjoy calls that actually touch me and cause me to touch myself… It is calls that make my nipples hard when I hear their voice that are truly fun and believe it or not, I get quite a few calls that hit these particular aspirations.

When their voice makes me melt into my bed and makes both my clit and nipples firm. I get all wet like I am right now, as I write these words. Orgasms play such a big portion of my life…. That does help with my career choice… You can imagine that typing this is hard because I keep trying to touch myself, right now, thinking about that call I had. It isn’t just one call but one I am writing about at the moment. His voice and what he said about how much he would like to have me in his bed to taste me and to smell my scent. All the while, he is looking at my pictures… I hope he reads this and knows it is him I am talking about, because I really want him to call me again and melt me again….WOW…. I think I might cum again now just thinking about his soft wanton words. MMmmmm….. now it is for calls like his that I do this… I get self-gratification when calls like that pop in on me! Nice one and I hope you know who you are and I hope this gets read by him!

I went out last night and had a couple drinks at the pub that is within walking distance of my front door. I was talking to the bartender because I was the only one in there except for a couple that was playing pool. He poured me a shot. He told me try it, that it was a new alcohol. He thought it tasted like honey but he wanted people’s opinions. I tried it. I thought it tasted like pears.

We were discussing the flavor of things and how things taste different to different people. A man walked in the door. We both looked over at the door when it had opened. He was pretty good looking. I looked back at the bartender, he looked disappointed. I think he wanted to take me home, I wasn’t sure. The man walked up to the bar and ordered the domestic beer that was on tap. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back, then, I looked at the bartender. I smiled at him and asked him for another rum and coke. I started looking in my purse for some more money. I heard the man at the end of the bar tell the bartender to take my drink out of his money. I looked up smiled at him and told him he didn’t have to do that. He grinned at me and said he knew he didn’t have he wouldn’t do it if he had to do it. He wanted to pay for it. I looked at the bartender and said in that case why not pour him one of those shots so we can see what it tastes like to him, then we can discuss it together. I’ll pay for that. The bartender shook his head and told me not to worry about. He poured him a shot. The man tasted it before he took a drink of his beer. I asked him what it tasted like to him. He said that it was quite sweet and that he wasn’t sure what it tasted like, exactly. He paused. He looked at the shot glass, then, at the bartender, then, he looked back over at me. I smiled and then asked, well? He smiled and said it resembled caramel apple to him.

The bartender laughed, suddenly. At the same time, he put the bottle up on the bar. In big bold letters, it said, Caramel Apple. He tipped the bottle toward my shot glass and then he poured a shot for the man who got the answer right. I asked the man his name. He walked down the bar and sat on the barstool next to me. He had very green eyes and sandy colored hair. He told me his name was Tom. The three of us talked about nearly everything under the sun. We didn’t even notice when the couple that was playing pool left. The bartender had been cleaning the whole time we talked. He looked at the clock and walked over to the door and flipped the lock. He turned the open sign off and pulled the shades. He walked into the room with the pool table, cleaned up with the couple left behind and turned off the light in that room.

He looked at me and asked me what I thought about blow jobs and then smiled. I glanced over at Tom, he seemed quite interested in my answer to that question. I couldn’t believe he asked me that for one thing. So I tried to answer as nonchalantly as I could, they’re fun. I can’t believe I said that either. This conversation is turning, I thought to myself. They both smiled at me and Tom asked me what it was about them that I thought made them fun. I looked over at the bartender and he wasn’t there. I then felt hands on the back of my shoulders. He whispered “show us”, in my ear. I turned to look at him. He curled his lips up into a big grin. I looked over at Tom and he grinned too. I was wondering when they cooked this up. I did go to the washroom, once, earlier. I was thinking to myself, how did they expect me to react when they made such a request? I wasn’t sure how I should react. If I said no, would they force me? If I ran, would they chance me? I thought I would test the situation, so I laughed and said yeah right. They looked at me quite serious and questioned why not. I didn’t know what to say, so I thought I would stand up and attempt to leave. I didn’t know what they would do but I soon found out.

The bartender gently pulled me back and told me that I should just show them. He also said that I told them I liked to suck cock, so prove it. I really do wonder where these men come from that just won’t take no for an answer. I looked at the door and he tightened his grip on my arm a little but smiled a nearly pleading smile. I wondered to myself, why do they always pair up when they think I will say no? He told me to unzip his pants without letting loose of my arm. I looked up at his face. He must have been a foot taller than me or more. His cock was thick, big and throbbing and he took my shoulders and slowly pushed me down to my knees in front of him. He then took me by the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto the swollen head of his cock and proceeded to fuck my face. He was either very horny or I was very good because it wasn’t long before I could feel his shaft swell and hear him groan, moments later he shot his hot load down my throat. His grip loosened on the back of my head. I went to turn away so I could stand up and then I felt a hand on my hair, pulling me back around and another cock got shoved down my throat. I really hoped that he was going to be as quick as the bartender was. He was pretty quick and not as forceful. He ran his other hand through my hair while I pumped his cock with my mouth. He started to groan as I curled my tongue around the head of his shaft. He leaned forward pushing his hips in toward my face and then he pulled back some and squirted cum in my mouth.

I looked up at him and he ran his hands through my hair. His lips moved but it took me a moment to register what he said. I wasn’t sure I heard him right, but then as he continued. The words fell into my head like a cold brick. I read that you liked that because you liked to taste it… I rolled it over in my head over and over but then he continued… I can’t believe I ran into you… This city is so big and I walk into a bar where… you… are sitting. He stared at me as I stood up… he told me how beautiful I was in person… I looked over at the bartender who was having a beer while he wiped down the bar. Tom leaned in and whispered one sentence into my ear, “Don’t worry I won’t tell.” He walked over to the door and left. I watched him through the window as he pulled out and drove away. I followed out the door shortly afterward. What a night out… I seem to bring out the sexual side of men where ever I go… It always gets interesting whenever I go out my front door…

The story you are about to read is true, the only thing that has been changed is the name of the person who took my virginity.

This is a little hard to do but sharing how I lost my virginity helps me understand myself a little better. Sometimes, I even dream about it. I’ve only recently told anyone most of the story but to you now, my readers, I shall share the story.

Through my childhood my parents were very busy people so during the summers I would spend much of my summers at a friend of the family’s farm. He had a small farm so he could make money during the summer because he had a seasonal job. I would spend much of every summer with him helping him when he needed it. When I was there he would spend a lot of time with me. He spent a lot more time me than my parents ever did. We would actually play games.

I remember one summer when I was five years old I spent a few weeks there in the beginning of the summer and a few weeks here and there in the middle and then at the end of the summer I spent three weeks with him. His farm was at the end of a long driveway, down a country road, so you see there was no fear of being seen by passersby.

Though hot, it was a beautiful day in August. We played hide and seek the first day of that visit. He would always tickle me when he found me while playing that game, he said, it was because he liked to hear me laugh. While we played he said it was getting hot so he took his shirt off. He looked at me and said,

“You look awfully hot, too.” I looked at him shyly and he then said, “It’s okay. I won’t tell if you don’t tell. I’ll tell you what, I can turn on the hose and spray you while you run through it. I can take off your clothes so you they don’t get wet. Don’t worry, no one else will see you. Then we can play in the water. Would you like that?” I nodded slowly. A little unsure but he wouldn’t hurt me. He loved me and I loved him. He was like part of the family.

He smiled at me and told me what I was actually thinking that he loved me and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. He reached over and slowly pulled my shirt off. He had asked me if I was comfortable with that? I nodded. He then smiled and said, “Good, don’t worry, it’s okay. We’ll have fun.” I smiled, as I pulled my shorts and panties off. He took them and laid them on the step where he put my shirt. I wasn’t sure of how I felt standing naked in front of him but then he told me how beautiful I was, and that it was okay to be naked outside as long as no one else could see. Don’t worry I won’t tell as long as long as you don’t.

I know on my website it does not say that I do very much cuckolding or sissification but I do enjoy doing it and I am good at it. I just recently had a call that I enjoyed very much though I think I enjoy doing it too much because the calls are never long enough. My imagination gets too wild and the man I’m talking to gets too excited, it’s not the person it’s me. I get too excited because it’s so much fun they say you should only do things you know about, they also say you should only write what you know about, not quite sure who THEY are. In this case though I believe THEY are right. You can tell someone who writes about something they know nothing about. You can also tell someone who talks about things they know nothing about if you need to look something up in an encyclopedia I would consider that a term paper not free scripted writing. I have a way with words so I’ve been told and my voice I have been told is like that of an angel, with horns holding the Halo up of course… LOL…

I love men, plain and simple. If they want me to dress them up like a girl, then I shall do it if they want to spanked me and then I shall let them, if they want to fuck me then I shall let them if they want a blow job and then I shall suck their Cock. I guess it’s just a matter of love for men! I did however, very much enjoy that particular call that I did this weekend and if you are reading this now I hope you call back because I had a great time and you seem to me to. I have other things to talk about and many other ideas if, your game. If YOUR are not reading this and I hope someone else who likes of sissification is! Just because my website doesn’t say I do any particular thing in emphasis does not mean that I don’t enjoy it… I enjoy many things my sexual desires are very diversified so please feel free to call me anytime. I enjoy everything!!! Don’t be scared and don’t worry it’s very confidential. Even when I write about it. Nothing is mentioned of who you are. I just want to share with you that I enjoyed it just in case you’re reading, Also just in case anyone else is reading who may enjoy it. Like I said my sexual desires are VERY diversified. You can come to me with anything and everything. If you read down my index page there is a list of sexual fantasies that I just suggest in case you don’t know what you want until you call me. Take a look read, listen, and enjoy. And that is what I post this for…