Talking Dirty

Happy Blogaversary (I’m baaack…)

2006-04-06T01:36:00.000-05:00

Today is the one year birthday of this blog.

It's kind of weird celebrating it after taking a month off - I'm sure most of you thought it was abandoned. It wasn't like that. I never intended to kill her.

It was more like she'd walk up behind me when I was at the computer, and I'd hear her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor, giving me just enough warning to dread her, and I'd see her out of the corner of my eye. She expected me to be disciplined enough to smile for her, to serve with enthusiasm and raw honesty without giving her too much angst. She liked my depraved innocence, not my moods.

She liked me on my knees, getting my lips wet and salty, giving her what she wanted. She'd grind me til I couldn't breathe.

"I fuckin' love my job..."

I stopped loving it.

In fact it scared me - for one day. Or a week. Or... I don't think it was more than two weeks.

(...read the rest of this entry at the new location. Don't worry, it isn't all angst - there's a juicy call writeup at the end. Comments are disabled here since Blogger lets too much spam through, but you can comment over at talkingdirtyblog.com where the full entry is)

Talking Dirty is finally a real blog...

2006-02-20T13:43:00.000-05:00

Behold: WordPress.

Talking Dirty can now be found at ~~http://www.barelylegalkatie.com/blog/~~ http://www.talkingdirtyblog.com. I'll maintain both locations for a month or two and keep this address up to avoid breaking links.

Go! Check out the new place!

I'll be breaking it in with extra posts of smutty goodness throughout the week. Yay.

Cute, Sexy... Cum

2006-02-19T22:24:00.000-05:00

Okay, I finally found a girl who loves sucking cock as much as I do. Sure, plenty of girls like it but there aren't enough of us who really love to taste a cock all the way down, feel the silky texture of the head against our tongues, the way our lips stretch to encircle the thickest part of the base. I've come just from giving a long, slow blowjob with plenty of licking and deepthroating. I wasn't even playing with myself, it was just so sensual and overwhelming and I could just taste the lust and heat rolling off of him.

Serena knows exactly what I'm talking about. She's cute, she looks hot in a tiny little plaid skirt and she rides the line between perfectly innocent "good girl" and naughty cum-loving teen. How could a cutie in pigtails smiling around a mouth stuffed with cock not be sexy?

(Totally shameless plug, I admit... Serena's a sweetie, she answers her own email and she just started reading my blog. Go take a peek- I'll wait.)

Sugasm #22

2006-02-19T15:41:00.000-05:00

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them, this week starting with the letter “Q”.

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Removal Procedures (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com…)

The Seduction (barelace.blogspot.com…)

Sex in Libraries: An Introduction (lumpesse.com…)

Shopping Trip (mnsss.blogspot.com…)

Slave For A Day (talkingdirty.blogspot.com…)

Smells Like Vanilla (sabrinainstockings.com…)

“St (Censored) Day…” (chaosnoir.blogspot.com…)

The Ten Commandments (theholidaylife.blogspot.com…)

“This bed is on fire with passionate love.” - Part 1 (eternalapprentice.blogsome.com…)

What Turns You On - Part 1 (seskuality.com…)

You Own Me (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com…)

Another Canceled Race (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com…)

Chocolate Ecstasy (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com…)

Coach T… Chapter 5 (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com…)

Confessions of a Valentine’s Day Virgin (sexeteria.blogspot.com…)

Domme Visit Part I (nycbdsm.blogspot.com…)

Don’t… (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com…)

Ex Libris Eroticis (sexblo.gs)

How To Work With Eastern European Models (sugarbank.com…)

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Slave for a Day

2006-02-14T13:11:00.000-05:00

...This time, it wasn't me.

Every so often I'll get a request to switch. Some submissive guys get really turned on at the thought of a submissive cumslut turning it around on them and turning them into a pathetic, whimpering slave. Patheticness is always a key point here - these guys are usually into humiliation bigtime.

He sent me an email, first, asking me if I would be willing to switch for him.

I'm into humiliation and life management.

That sounds like something you'd say to a phone sex career counselor.

"I see you've been looking to..." (wink, wink) "...fill a position, right? As a slave. Hmm. Let's see... I might have an... opening... heehee! you could fill. What are your interests?"

"I, uh, I'm into humiliation and life management."

"Life management, huh? Do you have any certifications?"

...I was laughing my ass off when I ordered his worthless ass to contact me. I didn't tell him what to do next - I just told him that what he decided to do next would tell me whether or not he was completely useless as a slave.

He called within minutes.

My guys always compliment the way I get right into things. The truth is small talk makes me nervous, but they're not complaining, right? I launched right into it with this guy - after I made him sweat.

"Hello?"

He mumbles a hello. I wait a few seconds - I swear he's holding his breath, but I can guess at the words about to rush out, the sweaty palms.

"Hi, this is Katie..."

"Hi... hi Katie."

I know exactly who it is, of course, but I make him say it anyway. Normally I don't ask for names, I just let a guy decide if he wants to tell me. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

Just this guy.

"So, who am I talking to?" I try for a cross between audibly coy and about to kick your ass, and I think I got it.

"S—. I'm, uh, the guy who sent you the email..."

"That doesn't really narrow it down, S. I get a lot of emails."

"Oh, right." I'm just dying to start cracking up. I let out a giggle, totally at his expense. "I'm the one who wanted to be your slave."

"Oh, the worthless loser! Hi, S! I didn't think you'd be brave enough to call."

From there he was all mine (well, for about half an hour). I had him crawl on the floor like a worm and repeat over and over what a worthless, limp-dicked loser he was. I ordered him to rub himself off on his carpet (friction burn!) as it could be the last orgasm I allowed him - but not until after we were through on the phone. I took away his right to sit at the table and sleep in his own bed.

"You know your place, don't you?"

I know that to afford a phone sex habit (and I'm pretty sure this guy gets around, most submissive callers are pretty slutty that way) this guy's probably a lawyer or an accountant or a programmer, maybe a politician. It happens (although from what I hear, most of them are into panties). I know he's probably the guy who sneered at me on the subway for wearing scuffed boots, or some network admin who donates money to campaigns.

Republican campaigns. It helps if I think of the submissive guys as Republican.

"Yes, mistress."

And he fucking sniffles. Priceless.

Three's Company: The Cumslut Edition

2006-02-10T04:58:00.000-05:00

I had an appointment call tonight with D. It was awesome- he showed me the photos he's been taking of pretty, nekkid girls and broke a multiple on-call orgasm record. It's now at 3 (all on command). We were really getting into it tonight with the spankings, nipple clamps, and verbal humiliation. I was exhausted afterwards and had to log off for an hour or two to recover... hehe.

FYI, pizza is a vital part of the phone sex girl recovery process. Yess.

After the call (and the pants, I'm not getting any pizza without those) my roomie J told me that Marie had been home and upstairs the whole time I was on the call.

"Did she hear me? J, did she hear anything? I know I was getting pretty loud- I hope she didn't hear me moaning, spanking myself and saying what a cumslut I am." (Trust me, it only takes one instance of her yelling down the stairs, "HEY! Hey, are you all right down there? Is everything okay?" when I start whimpering and moaning during a call. I can't respond of course, I'm in character, but it's pretty fucking hard to ignore it and hope she doesn't open the door...)

"Uh, I heard you, but you could only really hear it by the downstairs door. I think."

"You heard me?"

"I heard you calling yourself a cumslut, yeah. It was really off-putting actually."

At that point I just threw stuff at him. Off-putting... hmmph. I've had like 5 different guys want me to use him as my sleeping roommate dildo for a blowjob demonstration. He's in no position to complain.

...

I am going to make Blogger my bitch, and then I am going to fuck it in the ass with a strap-on. This is the first post I've been able to make in too damn long between last-minute "scheduled" downtimes, unscheduled downtimes, and so forth. I hear the rest of you have been having similar problems.

Gaaah.

Sugasm #19

2006-01-29T01:27:00.000-05:00

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them, this week starting with the letter ‘V’:

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A Conversation? (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com…)

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How it might continue… (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com…)

I. Cloud City (nakedloftparty.com…)

Indecent Exposure? (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com…

I Want (swelteringcelt.com…)

I was like this… (damnjezebel.com…)

Jane’s first time wasn’t with Dick. (janeluvsdick.com…)

KITKAST 1.13 - AVN 2/2, French Maid TV and Colombian Condom Laws (kitkast.com…)

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Marion, Lea and Dianne orgy Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com…)

New Featured Gallery (seska4lovers.com…)

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Leashed

2006-01-27T00:34:00.000-05:00

E fooled me again. He'd said he was going to punish me; tonight he rewarded me.

I was ready for him, as always, kneeling and naked so that he could inspect every inch of his slut freely. His wife had fucked him in his office earlier and when he made me lick the head of his cock, down to the base, I tasted her sweetly salty juices.

The weight of the collar settled around my bare neck, then tightened- he showed me the leash and I knew I was his plaything. Any filthy thing he'd asked me to do, I would have done in that instant.

He made me beg for it like a whore before he gave me the reward of feeling his firm, swollen cockhead pressed against my lips. I was only allowed the head; I caressed it with my tongue, felt it slide past my hungry lips, then after I strained forward for more he yanked on my leash and gave it to me- all at once, before I was ready for it.

I nearly choked.

Nearly cried- not good enough, never good enough. I came closer tonight than I had before. I took his cock as far down my throat as I could and stuck out my tongue (harder than you'd think, pushing my tongue past my lips stretched around his cock) to lick his balls. Just- barely- made it.

He made me lie down, on my back, with the leash behind me so that the long, cold handle was wedged between my bare ass cheeks. He worked his way over my skin with his tongue, hands, and breath. I was delirious. It was heaven. He would lick, then tease, then back off until my hips would rise up, wordlessly begging him for more. Wordless wasn't enough.

He stopped when I was this close and made me stumble for the words to plead for his tongue sliding on, all over, inside my wet pink cunt.

I waited for his signal...

Come. Come for me now, slut. Scream.

I spasmed, and gasped, and screamed, and he grabbed the leash handle and tugged...

The instant he released me I was spent. Quivering. I had just enough energy left to find out what that rough tug felt like when it was tightening my throat around his cockhead.

New schedule (and other announcements)

2006-01-26T17:24:00.000-05:00

I've got good news, bad news, and better news.

First, the good news: I've finally got my schedule for this semester figured out. Some scheduling issues and personal crap threw me off course but here are my general hours for this semester:

Tuesdays and Thursdays: 5pm - 2am EST (obviously with breaks in between)

Friday, Saturday, Sunday: 9pm - 3am EST (my house is noisier on the weekends...)

Monday and Wednesday I have classes pretty much all afternoon/night, so if you want me then, make an appointment and I'll let you know if I can swing it. If you want to talk to me but the times I just listed don't work for you, you can make an appointment and if you give me 24 hours notice (if you want me awake in the morning, I'll need it- grumpy sluts are no fun) I'll see what I can do for you.

The bad news: I've got some kind of bug. I'll still try to work this weekend but if you're wondering why I haven't been around that's why. I swear college students are biological weapons - especially my classmates with kids. Hermitdom is starting to look really good...

The better news: WordPress. Soon. Blame Sabrina for talking me into it. Also I'm doing two new recordings - one for my tickle torture guys and one that's just pure filthy fun.

Sugasm #18

2006-01-22T04:10:00.000-05:00

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Expectations (swelteringcelt.com)

Father Knows Best (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

Fucking Wifey To Make Me Jealous (radicalvixen.com)

How do you jack-off? (whatsyourpleasure.blogspot.com)

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Mindfucking and Oral Service

2006-01-20T20:19:00.000-05:00

Part 2 of How To Get Into Phone Sex is coming later tonight. I think I'm going to be punished if I don't write this entry.

Last night some of my favorite Dominants were mindfucking me. It's a classic- tell a service submissive she isn't doing good enough, then tell her you might, might put up with her if she does better. If you can cajole and threaten in the same sentence, make your voice stern but encouraging, she'll think she still has a hope of satisfying your whims.

Trying to please a strict dominant, trying to fulfill impossible orders and being punished- those are some of my favorite scenes, but not the way they went down last night.

I had an appointment call with E of the misleading accent at 8, which I almost missed thanks to Roanoke finally having enough fellow Yankees move in to create traffic. I got home just in time to prepare myself according to his standing orders (naked, kneeling, lubed and ready)- but my phone didn't ring for the appointment. He tried back a few minutes later, as hot and eager as I was, and he took me to task right away for the inconvenience and wasting his time. I was still freaked out from detouring and speeding to get home in time (not to mention the technical difficulties) so it took me a few minutes to catch on to his game. I fell all over myself to apologize sincerely before I noticed the tone of voice he was using and asked him how I could make it up to him...

E's a generous dom. He let me earn the chance to suck his cock before flipping me around and fucking me in the ass. No- that's not accurate. First, I had to earn the assfucking by trying to please him with my mouth and throat. He even allowed (okay... ordered) me to come for him (an order I couldn't refuse at that point- his voice does something to me). I started- and so did the horrible phone screech of death.

I have never, never had that happen before or since. Damn the luck.

Keep in mind I hadn't come out of scene yet. Here he was, displeased with me in-scene and possibly out of it to begin with, and I'd just fucked up bigtime. Well, my connection had, but I'm the rent-a-slave and it was my fault.

I figured I'd really pissed him off that time. Maybe he would give me one more chance if I was lucky. I sent him an apology for the technical difficulties and a little something else. Then I paced nakedly for about 15 minutes.

Ring! This time it was M, and our connection was clear. His voice was low and threatening and he had me back on my knees instinctively. He was allowing his slave to service him orally (aren't I a lucky girl?); I kissed the head of his cock and worshipped it with my tongue before taking it deep into my mouth- or trying to.

Just when I thought I had taken enough of his shaft down my throat, he'd tell me I wasn't trying hard enough. I wasn't satisfying him. I started crying, asking him what I could do to please him- lips back on the cock. He kept encouraging me to slide, then cram, then force his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. I'd think I couldn't take another inch and he'd push me harder, stopping me in disgust every so often to tell me what a lousy job I was doing and that I'd have to try harder. The crying made it worse, then when I started gagging and nearly threw up I heard that catch in his voice. I edged back just enough to keep from losing it but still make all kinds of horrible noises, stopped holding back my helpless whimpers, and he treated me to something very special.

Apparently half-trained, reluctant, incompetent sluts like me need to be shown how to do what we're told- or made to. Forced to.

I volunteered the last phrase, and he described what he was about to do, and he heard my voice catch. It was on.

He went into that space where he's telling me exactly what he's going to do to me, he's lost in telling his fantasy and all I have to do is live in it and react. Usually once a call reaches that point I'm so far in that elegant descriptions are beyond me and I'm lucky if I can still form sentences. Usually they don't seem to mind that.

This time I was sure I'd done something right and I got to finish what I'd started with E.

Speaking of E...

He called back shortly after my line was free again, to thank me for the call. He called to thank me. He called to thank me. What a class act. Wow, that blew my worries and guilt out of the water.

We talked for a few minutes and he made it clear that he didn't blame me for the phone mishaps (thank so much, Sir- I felt awful about that!) and did his best to charm me before getting back to his night. His best is very, very good. "This is sort of like the phone sex equivalent of me sending you roses. Thank you."

Yeah, this guy calls me. What a trip.

For such a sweetheart, he can be a very strict dom. How awesome is that?

I barely have time to wipe the smile off my face (and clean up after both E and M had their way with me) before I get a call from my favorite spanker, D.

Silly me, I put my pants back on. I'm supposed to be naked and kneeling for him. Standing order.

Of course he had to punish me for that. We hadn't gotten to play in a while but we made up for lost time- I was cropped, spanked, humiliated, objectified, used roughly and subject to his degrading fantasies of displaying me like a slut and dragging me around by my clit, like a pet. In other words we had a blast. We got into some orgasm control tonight which was extra hard for me- having already orgasmed doesn't usually tire me out, it usually gets me ready for more. Yes, my pussy breaks men, thank you...

D was in a good mood and allowed me to orgasm just when I thought I could not hold off any more and would have to take another punishment. Thanks Sir!

It was a great night, but I'm starting to think they're conspiring against me because so many mindfucks in a row is a pretty weird coincidence. After one I can clear my head for the next call, but when I'm in that space over and over with just barely enough time for a towel and a glass of water between them, I'm in that headspace for the night. I think it sharpened me a little though; I like a challenge.

I also learned the power of a mysterious phrase last night: white cotton panties. This secret phrase has the power to send a man to the moon. It must be used with caution, and not in the first three minutes of a call, unless you were planning on a quickie.

Kind of too bad, since I had to take off the white cotton panties to get to the good stuff (in more ways than one). Next time he's getting small talk because I'd like to see what else I can do to drive this guy crazy. I think we have some kinks in common, and not just...

wait for it...

white cotton panties.

Sugasm #17

2006-01-14T16:22:00.000-05:00

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Simply Beautiful (mimredbeard.com)

Super Hottie From Portugal (eroticandy.blogspot.com)

The Good Girl (chaosnoir.blogspot.com)

The Sacred Obscene (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com)

Tip of the Tongue (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

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Playboy beat me to it

2006-01-13T15:07:00.000-05:00

We interrupt our regularly scheduled post to bring you this quickie rant:

Playboy beat me to it.

(Wow, it feels really weird to type that.)

Sure, they're using Sirius, not RSS. And it's subscription. And it might not be a bad idea to let somebody with deeper pockets than myself get people used to the idea of paying for audio sex broadcasts.

That said, I look at the projects on my waitlist, and the grades I got last semester, and it occurrs to me that it's better to do one thing reasonably well than to half-ass two things.

I'm dropping down to part time and maybe then I'll finally be able to check off the to-do list I made this summer.

Off to eat, then I'll be back to write part 2 of the phone sex operator series.

...Speaking of audio sex broadcasts, I am once again taking requests. What sort of stuff would you like to hear? Comment or mail me; you just might get your wish.

Phone Hoing 101: How To Get Into Phone Sex Part 1

2006-01-11T10:32:00.000-05:00

Recently I've gotten a few emails asking about the inner secrets of phone courtesan apprenticeship, or more truthfully, how to stop giving it away and get paid to do what you love.

This is a long one; it'll get broken up into parts. Get some coffee or tea and settle in- I'll wait.

Guys, you're probably not going to be able to find a job having phone sex with just (or even mostly) women. There simply isn't enough demand. If you're straight or prefer women and doing it for the love, you're better off keeping it personal. If you're doing it for the money, you're going to be taking calls from men. You'll have to either tackle the gay/bi market or practice your girlie voices and see if you can get hired on as a transsexual (do your research, if you can't answer basic questions about hormones you're going to look silly).

Transwomen, you've got it made. There is such a demand for you that we've got MTF impersonators on the phones filling the gaps. If you're comfortable going independent and doing both phone and cam you will have many devotees, especially if you like domination from the giving end and think boys into crossdressing and/or forced cocksucking are cute, sexy, or amusing.

Transmen, you're even more of a niche market- if you're playing yourself I suggest spending a lot of time looking into fetishes and playing with your marketing. You also have the option of playing either a girl, a guy, or an MTF transsexual on the phones. Listen to your voice and choose wisely.

Girls, you have the most options and the most competition. (Yes, there is a lot of competition in this line of work, and here I am creating more of it.) If you're into guys, you're set. If you're a lesbian or prefer women I'll tell you two things:

1. We have plenty of lesbian PSOs (Phone Sex Operators).

2. Men are usually the bulk of their clients.

Women and transfolk do call (relatively rarely), and you do have options other than having phone sex with men. Plenty of them will get off on the very idea that you won't have phone sex with them. If you're into tease & denial, domination, female supremacy or any similar kinks, you've got it made. There's also plenty of money to be had just in telling stories about what you do with your girlfriends.

The remainder of this series is going to be written from the perspective of a female phone sex operator taking male clients, simply because that's the bulk of the business. A lot of the information will be universally applicable or usable with some perspective changes. This just saves me from having to write three or four articles.

Most of you start out asking how to get into phone sex, but the first question you need to ask is:

What's In It For Me?

Flexible schedule (usually)

Decent money

Work at home

Can be anonymous- it's one of the few forms of sex work where age and appearance don't have to be an issue

It's one of the least boring jobs you can have, in my opinion

Talking to interesting, often sexy-voiced strangers- and getting paid for it

No formal qualifications, often no experience necessary

You're making people feel good on a very basic level

It's a multifaceted business, if you go independent, with lots to learn

The girls are a great bunch- funny, smart, supportive, and down to earth

Why Shouldn't I Do This?

Variable money

Sex worker stigma (slowly fading, but still very real)

Stalker callers (the less info you give them, the less they have to work with- generally more an annoyance than a threat)

Concern about roommates hearing you

Political ambitions (see Sex Worker Stigma)

Discomfort with sex

Easy money (it's not rocket surgery, but it can be physically, mentally, and emotionally demanding, and it does take time, skill, and effort to make money)

Just for the money (with a disgust for the job)- you'll get burned out and the money will have a foul aftertaste

What Does It Take?

Creativity

Imagination

Listening and conversational skills

Broad knowledge of sex and fetishes

A sense of humor

18+ (if you aren't over 18, get out of my blog, ya perv)

A fairly quiet working environment

A clear phone connection- specific phone requirements will vary by company. If you're determined to use a cell you'll probably be going independent.

A computer (not always), and a high speed connection helps

Comfort with sex- including unusual, bizzare, sometimes disgusting fantasies*

Talking about and describing sex on demand- you're always in the mood**

An appealing, sexy, emotive voice. Accents are in high demand, if it's not thick to the point of incomprehension.

You have to like men. You don't have to be sexually attracted to men, but it really does help to like them, or at least to like making them cry (if you're doing hardcore dom).

*Note: Some companies require you to talk about anything and everything, and they do mean anything and everything. Some have restrictions of their own, and some let you choose your own limits, within reason. Consider your limits and your voice when making a character and picking your niche(s)- it helps to create a character with your own sexual expertise and tastes in mind. If you have a young voice, you will get requests for underage roleplays. That can mean pretending to be 16 and it can mean pretending to be 6. Know your company's policies and know your own limits.

**If this is actually the case, and you have a problem with being too horny for your own good, this job can actually really help your libido calm down to the normal-to-high range instead of the "needs to stop humping people's legs" range. It worked for me...

I'll get to the hows in the next post. As always if you have more questions or just want some advice, just email me! It gives my life meaning beyond learning SQL.

Cybersex 101

2006-01-10T10:50:00.000-05:00

Yesterday was my first day of classes for this semester. In that spirit the next few posts will be 101-style. If you promise to attend, I'll promise to wear my white knee socks. Deal?

Today's lesson is cybersex- the mute and maligned cousin of phone sex. I know from experience that plenty of you out there need this*, so pay attention or I'll go get the yardstick.

Dante's Guide to Cybersex Part I: Ground Rules

It seems that there are some misconceptions about cybersex--namely the same misconceptions that often exist about regular sex. The male problem is that men are notoriously poor at it, and unwilling to consider their partner's needs. And this leads to the common female belief that there's never anything even potentially in it for them. I'm going to skip over the "finding a partner" step. While it's a very important step, there's pretty unlimited potential, starting with Craigslist CE.

Now I'm not sure what guys are doing wrong to perpetuate these myths. Maybe it's this. Whatever the case is, I've never had unenjoyable cybersex, and I attribute it to setting some clear ground rules, and following some unstated ones. This isn't quite the same thing as having a safeword (not entirely necessary when you can escape by logging off) but here are a few examples of things you should consider.

(Read more...)

Dante cracks me up, but at the same time his advice is gold. Go, and be edumacated.

* No, not you, unless you spent a lot of time either in IRC or on sex MUDs a couple of years ago...

Sugasm # 15

2006-01-01T19:43:00.000-05:00

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them (this week starting with the letter E.) If you're not reading it, you're missing the good stuff...

Emerging on the other side… (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com)

Fuckin’ the old ball and chain (whatsyourpleasure.blogspot.com)

Kitkast Outtakes #1.1 (mskitka.com)

Mister Mistress (mimredbeard.com)

Penis Questions Answered (damnjezebel.com)

Pretending to be Mrs. Claus (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)

Quick and Dirty (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Something new to do on rainy days (realadultsex.com)

StoryTime: blue oriental flowers (secretbrain.blogspot.com)

Suffering (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)

Tête-à-Tête (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

Touching (alwasysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

The First Time I Never Remember (insatiablemrw.blogspot.com)

Transvestite nativity scandal in Rome (sexblo.gs)

A (reluctant) spanking (lumpesse.com)

Bloggasm is Dead. Long Live the Sugasm! (sugarbank.com)

Business and Pleasure in the Pleasure Biz (tirepaddle.com)

Competitive Nature (anyonesgirl.blogspot.com)

Cornered (deltavegas.blogspot.com)

Dumping a Client (radicalvixen.com)

Lovingly policed by Sabrina Morgan

Photo from damnjezebel.com

Update: Link added 1/1/06 - please amend.

Happy 2006! and Scheduling

2005-12-31T21:26:00.000-05:00

It's occurred to me (after a few "Where are you?" emails... eh heh, sorry guys) that a loose schedule might be a good thing.

Right now it's looking like 9pm-4am EST (might vary an hour or so either way) until the 7th; I'm taking evening classes this semester and I'm not sure yet if I'll have professors that tend to go over or not. It'll probably wind up getting shifted to 10:30pm-4am EST, and I'll try to sneak in some late afternoon phone time for those of you who are in other time zones, work nights, or aren't nocturnal freaks like me.

If those times don't work for you, you can make an appointment- if you give me 24 hours notice I can phone fuck you at pretty much any time (unless I have a class then, sorry). It's so fun to get callers from the blog (had another one last night, yay!). I love knowing you guys are actually reading about how much fun we have.

I'll pop on the phones tonight but keep in mind it's New Years, and that means if you're drunk I wanna hear you try to sing. Seriously, I'll give free minutes to anyone who gives me a drunken New Year's serenade. Bonus points if a) you know most of the lines to Finnegan's Wake, or b) you know more than two lines of Auld Lang Syne. I'll be on a little after midnight EST tonight (edited: last minute invites) and stay up til dawn, probably. Cheers!

xoxo
Katie

Quick and Dirty

2005-12-30T23:02:00.000-05:00

"I'm in bed... but I can't sleep." Funny, he doesn't sound upset about it.

"You wouldn't mind if I curled up under the sheets with you, would you?" (Teasing, but curious- I might not be allowed in the bed tonight. Sometimes it's like that.)

"Of course not. But I'm not wearing any clothes, not even boxers."

Ooh. I can hear the sheets rustling... He's getting comfortable.

"Mmm, that sounds like fun..." (Wish I could see him, see the way his swelling cock pushes up the sheets- white sheets, so I can see the outline of his silkiest, ruddiest skin, see that first drop of precome dark and wet against the crisp white fabric.)

I wiggle out of my tight jeans, lift my soft blue shirt up over my head, and slide under the sheets. We curl up close, skin against skin, nuzzling each other's necks. I want to taste him on my lips, all of him. His neck, his chest, his belly... I grab his hips and he reaches for my bra. He teases my nipples through its thin lace and then it's gone; I don't remember when he unhooked it but I feel the weight of my breasts and his hands, kneading, massaging, tugging, all over my body. His hot breath against my bare mound...

"Unh."

(Focus, focus, it's about him, no matter how good it feels when he rubs his thumb roughly over my clit.)

He's teasing me, so I tease him: I scoot up and lean forward so that when his cock twitches, it slides right between my smooth, creamy tits. "Do you like my mouth here? And here? Does it feel good when I tease you like this, with my lips right next to the base...?"

I can hear the answer in his breathing. It's sharper now, and more ragged, all at once. I'm there, with my wet lips silky and the purple-pink head of his cock sliding past them inch by inch. I can feel his hand tangled in my hair and tugging... I feel the pressure in my scalp, rough but sensual. (Oh- he's tugging down? Now he's pushing...)

It's not polite to talk with your mouth full so I can't answer his questions until he drags me up by the hair.

"You like that, don't you, slut?"

"I love the taste of you, Sir... the way you feel in the back of my th- I love it when you- when you fuck my throat."

"And you like it when I push your head down like that, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm-"

"When I cut off your air, just enough..."

"Yes..."

(I should've guessed then.)

Flipped over and penetrated, a hard slowfuck so I can feel his pelvis grinding against mine and his weight pressing down on top of me. He's kissing my nipples, my neck- it feels amazing, and my breathing changes to match his. Panting. Lustful. His hands tenderly encircle my throat. He caresses my neck with a thumb. His grip tightens. I feel mine do the same- lower. He surprised me but he's not squeezing to choke, just to- I gasp- my panting's harder, my breath won't quite come, but it's not quite cut off, either. (This is interesting. More like breath play than asphyxiation or choking. This, I might not mind...)

What comes out of me is almost a squeak- but it's followed by a low moan, then his half a second behind, and then what comes out of me is sticky and slow-moving, sort of like we are, now.

We both laugh.

"I... hah! I think I can get some sleep now. You wore me out. Good night."

"Thank you! I'm glad. Have a very good night Sir."

2 am nookie, phone style. Wrapping up 2005 with 2 orgasms in 10 minutes. Happy New Year!

Happy Holidays

2005-12-25T17:46:00.000-05:00

Whether you celebrate the Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, or all or none of the above, I hope you have a great holiday season. Smooches.

Mine was spent with my friend and housemate J, my mom, my sis, and my sister's new guy. We had super-fermented egg nog, rum and cokes, ham, rolls that were more like hard tack, butternut squash (which apparently people in Virginia don't eat, poor suckers) and enough potatoes to drown a sailor. We gave up on eating the rolls and instead lobbed them at each others' heads. I love my family. Our extended family was up in New Hampshire so we didn't get to see them this year, but there's always next time. Gods, my stomach is killing me from all the food- we had cheesecake and pumpkin pie for dessert. I picked cheesecake.

My attempts to get Xmas nookie were all shot down, but it's cool. I need to work on my approach and not hassle my liquored up roomie during the holidays (poor guy). I owe him lunch now for trying to take advantage of him like that.

I'll try to be on late tonight if I can swing some privacy, just in case anyone wants to stuff my stocking. Hope you guys all have a great time, wherever you are.

xoxo
katie

It Matches My Butt

2005-12-23T21:07:00.000-05:00

Woohoo! Finals are over!

I got a C in Microeconomics, which you're more than welcome to spank me for. This week has been full of late nights, good movies, pizza, and sleeping past noon. Next semester doesn't start back up until January 7th and I'm celebrating on (and off) the phones.

Thanks so much for all the nice comments about the podcast! I'm glad everyone liked it as much as I loved doing it (that was pretty obvious, huh?). Sam was professional and very sexy all at the same time- a combination that makes me think the rumors of him being a contract killer are true.

Now that I'm out of finals-induced hiding, my regulars have pounced on me. Somehow they all found out about the podcast.... Sex blogging is a small world. But they liked it and proceeded to spank me, ravish me, and torture my nipples (respectively) in between chitchatting about finals and wishing each other happy holidays.

(I love my guys. They are so filthy-minded and awesome.)

Somehow I wasn't expecting them to all find out. I don't link to my blog from my listings, so it's sort of up to them to find my blog if they're curious. Now I feel like I'm being watched.

Hmm... that's kind of kinky.

I'm going to take a break, get some hot coffee and chill out on my awesome red couch (it matches my butt!) writing and reading sex blogs in between calls.

Speaking of sex blogs, I finally found a switch and fellow phone sex girl as freaky as me. Her name's Emily, she has a hot kissable babyface, and she's obsessed with assfucking. She's also new to the glorious world of phone hoing... Anyone wanna break her in?

Podnography # 17 - I came, you saw...

2005-12-19T18:48:00.000-05:00

Remember that early Christmas/Solstice present I mentioned?

Here it is. Video's not up yet, but it's coming (ha ha).

I'll be on Niteflirt tonight after I listen to the show and after my friends get back with the pizza- my exhibitionistic side would love to know what you thought. Sam's put together a great podcast as always. Enjoy, and happy holidays!

xoxo
Katie

Bloggasm # 13

2005-12-17T23:01:00.000-05:00

The best of the sex(y) blogs, by the bloggers who write them:

A Pregnant Pause (nakedloftparty.com)

Bend Over Boyfriend (sexinga.blogspot.com)

Can You Imagine (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

Do my Wife (sexyshoessexy.blogspot.com)2

Foam and lather (wilfuldamage.blogspot.com)

Full-On Naked Recovery (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Get Your BadAss Gear at JT’s Stockroom (tirepaddle.com)

Idiots with Phones (mimredbeard.com)

In the Dungeon… [Pt. 1] (temptation-unleashed.blogspot.com)

Just say yes (realadultsex.com)

KitKast 1.10 (mskitka.com)

Law to require bathroom for transvestites (sexblo.gs)

Nice big human clinical thermometer (pornster.blogspot.com)

Party (anyonesgirl.blogspot.com)

Podnography #16 - A Video Sex Podcast (sugarbank.com)

Psycho Santa (chaosnoir.blogspot.com)

Remote Control (radicalvixen.com)

Santa’s Naughty List Continued…… (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)

StoryTime: The Layover (secretbrain.blogspot.com)

The Last I’ll Say about the Saugreen Stripper (shaysexcolumn.blogspot.com)

The Perfect Gift (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

The Shower (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)

The Violence of Love – The Pleasure of Pain (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com)

The Violence of Words (seska4lovers.com)

If you want in the next one, make sure to watch SugarBank for Bloggasm # 14 post requests.

But it's My Goddamned Piece of Paper

2005-12-15T05:01:00.000-05:00

I'm going to cry, then I'm going to get very angry.

"Stop throwing the Constitution in my face. It’s just a goddamned piece of paper!"

-President Bush

(Beware of pop-ups.)

Thanks to ErosBlog for the link.

International Flavor

2005-12-15T03:15:00.000-05:00

As you'd imagine, in the absence of visual cues or physical descriptions I recognize my phone sex guys by their voices- or more specifically their accents. Given that I am and market myself as a former Catholic schoolgirl, it doesn't really surprise me that a lot of the accents I hear are from areas with a lot of plaid skirt wearing schoolgirls. New England and New York show up a lot (no surprise), as does the UK. I've even had a few from Ireland and Australia.

You wouldn't believe how many Mikes and Tonys with Catholic schoolgirl uniform fetishes call me up. It makes me laugh sometimes because they all sound like they could've grown up not too far away from me. I'm afraid one of these days I'll get a call from one of my old classmates (probably one of the Mikes, meaning I'll never recognize him- why the hell is everyone named Mike?) asking me to sit in his lap and play slutty babysitter.

I do get quite a few Southerners calling, but they're usually more interested in hearing the effects of clothespins on my nipples. I'm sure there are plenty of Southern-accented guys with the uniform fetish but for the most part, they haven't found me yet...

I get a big kick out of hearing and identifying different accents. So many of my callers pride themselves on not having a strong accent and get so pissed at me when I ask them what part of New England they're from.

(Sorry, guys. We do things with our vowels that other states can't even fake convincingly. It's an easy accent to drop- can you believe I'm already losing mine?- but if you listen closely you can hear it, usually in the O's. Be happy my ear isn't trained enough to pick you out by state.)

What's really fun is the guys who don't lose their accents when they come (oddly enough some guys do). There are some accents that are now forever associated in my mind with the sound of my name being yelled out, along with a string of dirty pet names. Yeah, that includes the Irish accent. For a week after that first call every time someone said the word Ireland or Irish I started giggling. And I now know that Australians sound really, really interesting when they're coming. Does it add something for me? Hell yeah. I think I'm getting an accent fetish.

I'm starting to wonder about the Left Coasters and the Midwesterners now. Maybe I'll stay up past the asscrack of dawn some night, just out of curiosity. So far the West Coast guys I've phone sexed with haven't had noticeable accents, but most of them have been ass men or have just gone crazy for anal sex. The few Midwesterners I've had (that mentioned where they were calling from- I don't always ask) were spanking lovers, with one exception, and he was from Chicago, and I was in a plaid skirt. Actually I think I got spanked too, so the running theme does hold true.

Is there some kind of fetish variation by region? Maybe. I have no idea. It'd be fun to find out, but really, who has the stamina?

Full-On Naked Recovery

2005-12-13T21:15:00.000-05:00

It's 9 am, and I'm awake- but not for classes.* Finals are almost over, and I won't be poor for Christmas (or in my case, Winter Solstice) again this year. I'm back off my feet; thanks to some help from a friend I can enjoy the tight grip of my cunt around my fingers again without feeling depressed or lonely or guilty for being a ravenous sexual beast. All good things.

It's kinda nice to be so content. Now I just need a sadist with morning wood to call and help beat any lingering good Catholic girl guilt out of me...

Phone sex for me lately has been a weird combination of healing and escapism. It always restores me and leaves me feeling energized, but at the same time I feel like I'm moving so far away from the people I know in person, mentally. My roomies' friends will be watching TV and make some comment about dumb strippers, and I'll be flat-out puzzled because I know, read, or know of so many clever, wise, kind stripper writers. I'm having almost as hard a time understanding girls who just hook up with complete, random strangers for free when they could both be pickier and get paid. I used to understand the thrill of anonymous casual sex but now I'm getting that fantasy fulfilled on an advertising budget, in a way that pays for next semester's textbooks, gives me something to smile about, and keeps me in shrimp dinners.

I kind of feel like I'm missing something out there in the "real world" that involves minimum wage and meetings but then I remember how much I like the charged, staticky feeling you get from living on the boundaries. The reasons I have for doing what I do change from day to day but when I think of reasons not to do sex work any more, all I can come up with are three things: legal/political climate, "What will people think?", and having my future options limited/having my ass depreciate, although that last isn't necessarily a problem in phone sex. I could always start using cartoon pinups and another name, if my voice holds out. The truth is to be really acceptable under the first two points I'd have to get turned off of women, stop being kinky, definitely stop being so liberal, and convert to Christianity. Changing jobs won't be enough.

*[Posted this entry at night- you're not going crazy.]

Bloggasm # 11

2005-12-04T00:08:00.000-05:00

A Vampire Eats Out (whatsyourpleasure.blogspot.com)

Another Day of Hard Work in Phone Sex (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Bedroom Radio Episode #8 – Under the Covers (bedroomradio.blogspot.com)

Behaviour and Fulfilled Fantasies (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)

Better late than never (darkershadeofme.blogspot.com)

“Can’t I at least see them!?” (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)

Edges - Part II - A Story of Rape, Complicity and Consent (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)

For M (anyonesgirl.blogspot.com)

Harder (lumpesse.com)

I’ve Got A Few Other Ideas As Well (tirepaddle.com)

Karly and the True Pro - by Joe (karlyjoe.blogspot.com)

Mister Interviews Mister (sexblo.gs)

My heart belongs to Daddy… (mimredbeard.com)

Punishment (sexinga.blogspot.com)

The Swag has Landed (sugarbank.com)

The Second Coming of Jesus (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

The Sounds of Cumming (radicalvixen.com)

Trying Out the New Vibe (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

World AIDS Day & Condoms (seska4lovers.com)

Would you kiss or lick me better? (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com)

As always, if you want in next time, email Sam Sugar with your permanent post link by next Friday night.

Another Day of Hard Work in Phone Sex

2005-12-01T23:19:00.000-05:00

I know a lot of people think phone sex is an easy job. Just breathe heavily into some guy's ear and moan, right? You can do it while doing your laundry, filing your nails, playing WoW...

Normally this is just not the case. It's a real job with its own ups and downs, as those of you who've been here before know. Of course today is the exception that keeps me from finding a straight job. I'm totally exhausted from a hard day of work- in the sense of totally exhausted that includes a flushed face, mussed hair, and forgetting how to type my own name.

It's difficult, forcing yourself to come into work (two, three feet away from bed) when you're sick. It's hard work, squeezing four orgasms from my tired fingers and pink, greedy cunt after only four hours of sleep. My pupils seem to be permanently dilated and my left hand is numb. I think I'm actually developing carpal tunnel.

Lest you think me unprofessional I assure you I'm perfectly capable of working in a pants-mandantory environment; hell, I can both refrain from orgasming on calls and give good service (wink, wink) during the 30 days a year when I am just not in the mood. I can do my job with a straight face, with clothes, with my hands on my desk instead of under my sheets.

Of course, when you're sick you need to reward yourself a little for coming in to work anyway. So I allow myself the indulgence of real orgasms and real spankings. I take the PSO's lazy way out and let my squeals of pleasure do the work for me, instead of having to wrack my brain for ways to describe licking a cock. But most men agree that girly participation is good, so instead of complaints I get stars- 5 of them. Another mission completed satisfactorily.

It's a high pressure job, honestly. Some days I don't know how I manage.

Sarcasm aside, I really am kind of wiped out after today. It's kind of embarrassing because it's purely from undersleeping and overorgasming after a bad bug. I highly recommend it though. The orgasms seemed to help more than anything else did. Mmm... time to find a naughty nurse.

Two of the orgasms were hot and dirty intense quickies from one of my newer regulars; he'd set up an appointment call. Apparently I seem to have a problem displaying myself like a slut should: naked, kneeling or on my hands and knees, with nipple clamps screwed on tightly and the word WHORE scrawled across my shaved pussy in ruby lipstick.

We always have fun together. He's as into spankings as I am and has a delicious way of describing how he roughfucks my ass while I suffer noisily (and very enjoyably).

It's just more fun to go to bed after you've been humiliated, punished, and fucked.

The other two orgasms were this afternoon, slow and torturously teasing until I was incoherent- and those were presents you'll get to unwrap later. They were a joint gift. I'm sworn to say no more for now, but I hope you'll like your presents.

What, the camcorder? Ignore it...

2005-11-28T04:54:00.000-05:00

Tonight I had my first real domme call. (I'm a switch, but I'm very masochistic and so I market as a submissive.) It was so much fun! He called me on one of my submissive lines, and so when he started working towards a voyeuristic neighbor roleplay I thought he wanted me to put on a show for him, and maybe get taken advantage of, or maybe try to lure him in. Then he mentioned my panties- as in him, wearing them. Oh. Luckily I've been really getting into the crossdressing, forced feminization, and forced bi kinks lately because that is exactly what he wanted. He did a great job of leading lil' novice domme me to where he needed to go, without topping from the bottom to the point where it was obnoxious. As a sub myself, I appreciate that.

It was so fun. Did I mention that? Because it was. I've always had a thing for blackmail and humiliation, giving or receiving, and that was the plot to our little roleplay session. He has a 3 inch penis.

Yeah, I laughed too. And that's what he wanted. Since he mentioned panties, I tried to nudge him into a little forced feminization, and see how he reacted to that: not a turn-off, but nothing stunning. It didn't make his breath catch, it didn't make him start to ask: "And then, would you do this? And this?" But I mentioned comparing his little pee pee to my boyfriend's cock, and the boyfriends of my friends (it was a sleepover)- he paused, but barely, and his voice was breathy when he asked if I'd make him lick their asses.

Of course my friends and I were recording the whole thing, to use against him later... Hehe. It's good to be evil.

Damn, I had fun with him. It's awesome when my kinks match up with my callers', and very cool that I finally got to try a little domination and forced bi on a call- a first for me (although I did, once, have a caller switch with me in the middle of a call).

I swear this is the best fucking job in the world. I get to ask men, "You've always wanted to find out what it feels like to stroke a real cock, haven't you? Don't you secretly think about tasting the cum from a real man's cock?" and hear them say yes. I'm still laughing thinking about it. What a blast.

Last night was pretty cool too- all my calls that night were exactly 5 minutes long for some reason, but I had two new guys and heard back from my Rainman caller.

One of these days I need to write an entry about him. He's so sweet.

It's almost dawn though, so I need to go to bed. More later!

xoxo!
Katie

Bloggasm #10

2005-11-27T05:40:00.000-05:00

This week's best sex blogging, 16 posts worth:

Ahh! No! Don’t Come In! (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)

A Thanksgiving Hand Spanking (radicalvixen.com)

Design A Contest, Win A Paddle or Flogger (tirepaddle.com)

Edges - Part I - A Story of Rape, Compliciity and Consent

Fuck Google (sugarbank.com)

Girls Kissing (sexblo.gs)

How to Make a Video Podcast – Part 1: Creative Planning (mskitka.com)

Karly’s Visit to the Hairdresser – by Joe (karlyjoe.blogspot.com)

My deep, dark secret (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Naked (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

On the Road (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

Stuffed and Basted (bikerballsandteachettits.blogspot.com)

The Enlightenment of Dark Sexuality (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com)

Webcam Pics (seska4lovers.com)

Whoops (swelteringcelt.com)

Women working out make me horny (pornster.blogspot.com)

Want in on this clusterfuck of sex bloggers? Email Sam Sugar with your best post of the week.

My deep, dark secret

2005-11-25T23:37:00.000-05:00

The reason I can take calls involving some of the sickest fantasies is that I have some pretty damn sick fantasies myself.

And I know that if you're a person with self-control, and you know that, no matter what the fantasy is, you need your playmate(s) to be a) old enough (of legal age), even if they, uh, aren't dressed that way, and b) consenting, then you're gonna be okay. Most people with age and/or nonconsent fantasies know them for fantasies, and don't act on them.

Also, a lot of people have fantasies about consensual, legal things that they still don't plan to act on for whatever reason... maybe they're not really into the same sex that much, but they like to think about it, or maybe they fantasize about a no-holes-barred gangbang but they're too nervous to ever arrange one. And then of course there's the soreness issue.

People fantasize every day about killing their bosses, raping or being raped, being intergalactic spies, or tying up and torturing somebody who really pissed them off. Most people have had a fantasy, whether sexual or not, about something they don't really want to do (or have done to them). Most people have self-control and most people can stop themselves from committing illegal and harmful acts.

Sure, a few years ago that whole powerless in the face of your physical/mental/emotional illness or dysfunction was glamourized. "I'm not strong enough, I can't help it" was a mantra. I think we're over that now.

Most people who play video games don't kill people, most people who watch porn don't rape people, and even most people who fantasize about forced sex don't force sex on people. (What we do know about force fantasies and rapists shows that violent behavior or lack of impulse control is a better indicator than fantasizing about rape.) Most people don't kill, rape, or intentionally, severely hurt people, period.

Let's see... I've fantasized about nonconsent, both giving and receiving. I've fantasized about sexually torturing people. I thought the kid who plays Harry Potter was very sexy when he was a yummy, jailbait 14. I have never, and will never, act(ed) on any of these (maybe unfortunately on that last one- hehe). Instead I rescue stray kittens and make my friends chicken soup when they're sick. I was a quiet honor student who loved SF/F books and Disney movies and barely dated all through high school. Et cetera.

I talk to guys with similar fantasies (replacing Harry Potter with me as a cute teen). Most guys, when you talk to them, you can tell they know how to draw the line. There are a couple- and just a couple, one or two- guys I talk to that don't seem to have a total grasp on the difference between fantasy and reality, but in their cases, I'm not sure how much of that is them thinking I'm either a fake or a much more hardcore sub than I am.

They're not the NC fantasy guys anyway, or the ageplay guys. They're the slut fantasy guys, and yeah, that's one of my fantasies too.

Go figure.

Sex, Games, Porn, Lesbian Drow...

2005-11-19T07:25:00.000-05:00

Someone finally figured out why sex games are more than just porn with a UI, and more importantly, why when they get to a workable state, they'll work:

Sex Games Need Female Players to Thrive

...Another key take-away idea for designing erotica for the female market is that being the object of desire in a sexual encounter is a feeling of power and excitement that is an integral part of female "turn-ons" and the basis of courtship traditions in many cultures (it's not that women are mercenaries who get off on materialistic things themselves; those flowers and candy signify that we are so desirable our partners will give us offerings to curry our favor- it's strictly a power/ego trip). Giving a woman a "poke the virtual blow-up doll" game is missing the context of female arousal entirely. Virtually Jenna is only fun for the most visual, porn-loving guy. I don't expect gameplay along those lines to carry a title in a broad mainstream market (non-gamers) *particularly* with women (though they are adding to it, and it has a good foundation and star power behind it).

The designers of these games aren't implementing much of what is known about human sexuality (they cater to the lowest denominator of assumed male tastes, as dictated by porn sales) so we get a very one-dimensional player experience. Most men, contrary to popular misinformation, enjoy and require more than what porn has traditionally offered them. Import hentai/dating sims seem to grasp this and are probably so successful over there for tapping into more stories and contextual taboos for male players to enjoy a little "mental fun" with their sexy picture/sound show. I can't believe there are no American games where the point is to *resist* females who are hell bent on seducing you (the opposite to Larry's dilemmas) since that would be a) more fun than getting rejected, b) more fantastical, and c) more psychologically engaging as the player would be tasked with "enduring" the sexiness without getting off. But tell a porn-based designer that your game is about trying NOT to get the guy off and watch the minds boggle, lol. We have to strike out on our own as a medium and stop leeching off porn conventions if we're going to make effective sex games.

(full post here)

In other words, they're following the erotica writers' rule: the sex is the plot. They're making sure that the game is about sexual interaction (it's a sex game, not a sex movie- it's a different experience), they're designing for both solo and multiplayer play (and multiplayer games are where sex in games really shines- then the sexplay is dynamic), and the featureset is geared towards making gameplay pretty intuitive and seamless. It has features I've found myself wishing for in other games, such as choosing sexual orientation (or, "Why can't my lesbian drow visit any women in the brothel, just the guy in the pink thong?"). The game doesn't have to be set up so much to be about sex as to not get in the way of sex, because if the atmosphere and gameplay are remotely conducive, it'll happen.

Of course the cool thing about this article is acknowledging the obvious but overlooked: "Normal" mainstream porn doesn't always appeal to the "right" people. Girls like me might like it, while a huge number of guys might prefer other erotic material like phone sex, erotic stories, or video porn with a different focus. It might be about the softcore/hardcore dicthonomy or it might be about something else entirely, like the level of sexual detail and variety or the media format. As a story gal myself I can understand that.

Not everybody is going to get turned on in the same way or by the same things, but sex games allow for a lot of variety by design, and can engage the player in different erotic modes at once (text, visual, audio, roleplay, kink level, interaction).

Things are going to get wicked interesting in the next few years.

Discretion

2005-11-16T01:11:00.000-05:00

It's just as well my mom knows what I do for a living now.

Today my roommate picked up yet another full color, glossy newsletter from the Free Speech Coalition, that was, yet again, not anywhere near discreetly packaged. Sure, the name is innocuous but let me look at the back cover: three ads that use the phrase Adult Industry in big, bold letters. Well, now I'm out to the mailman... and I rent a house in a small town. Might as well put a sign up on the front door, the way everyone knows everyone down here.

They're ads for useful things. I'm not complaining about the ads. And the newsletter was as always entertaining and informative. But would a plain envelope be so wrong? If they're springing for full color glossies, it can't be that much higher an expense.

Yeah, I'd say it's definitely time to get a post office box. Not that that solves the mailman talking issue...

Then again some person who does not live here and never has (we asked at the post office, tra la) has been getting newsletters from Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson. That'll go nicely with the letters I get from random leftist organizations asking me for money (I get their email), plus Josh's knife catalogs, so adding that in I'm sure they must think we are an interesting bunch.

...Seriously, though, what about all the mom 'n' pop shop adult webmasters who joined the FSC and are also now out to their small town mailpersons? Discreet packaging can really save your ass.

Of course I say this as someone who has been ranting for months that more of us seemingly regular (ha!) people in adult need to come out of the curiously sticky, suspiciously locked office supply closet and show that all kinds of people do sex work or participate in the adult industry. I still believe this, but it's really, really helpful to be able to choose your presentation and your moment.

...Y'know, I just realized two things:

1. All those thoughts I was having about sticking around and running for the state House of Delegates (it's not that populated a district, so they don't seem to do too much nonlocal dirt digging) someday are probably toast now. Thanks a lot, nosy mailman.

(The funny thing is, our mail/newspaper route has killed two people and given one or two others heart attacks in the past three years. It's not a dangerous area- we just have very unhealthy delivery people. A wonderful Massachusetts guy once said, three can keep a secret if two are dead... Of course with my luck this mailman a) was younger, b) already told everyone else at the post office, in which case it's too damn late.)

2. Aside from those (now probably blown) political aspirations, and, you know, the total strangers in my area, potentially violent extremists, potential stalkers, and creepy college professors, I now have nothing keeping me from trying to become a public porn advocate.

Hmm.

I'll probably chicken out, but it's a thought.

Thanks for all the thoughtful and helpful comments on the "Access Denied" entry. I really appreciated it, probably more than you realize.

That's one thing they never warned me about before I went into adult: how nice the perverts would be. You guys rock so much. No Catholic mamma guilt can compare to the support, camaraderie, humor, wit, inspiration, and openmindedness I've found here. Not to mention the deliciously sexy blog entries, podcasts, vidcasts, photos, comments, emails... ooh.

xo
Katie

Sympathy from the Evil Empire

2005-11-15T05:59:00.000-05:00

...of MSNBC.

War on porn
Is this a battle the FBI should be fighting?

By Brian Alexander
MSNBC contributor
Updated: 2:34 p.m. ET Oct. 6, 2005

We have the War on Terror, the War on Drugs, the War on Crime, and now, the War on Porn.

In a Sept. 20 story in the Washington Post, writer Barton Gellman revealed that the FBI has signed onto the Bush administration’s War on Porn by recruiting agents for a special anti-obscenity squad. And they won’t just be looking for child porn, either, but pornography for grown-ups, made by grown-ups, featuring grown-ups.

The important bit:

So if all those people are seeing all that porn, you'd think Denmark would be a chaos of sex crime. But it's not. In fact, in an influential 1991 study, Hald's (now deceased) compatriot Berl Kutchinsky of the University of Copenhagen concluded that in the United States, Denmark, Sweden and West Germany more and more porn did not equal more and more rape.

Full article here.

I like it when large multimedia/IT conglomerates agree with me. It's like getting a warm backrub from Satan.

I mean, you feel weird about it, but it's still a backrub.

On that theme: PSO and blogger Doxy serves up some analysis of the Red Rose Stories dilemma, from a phone sex op's perspective.

I'm sure you've already heard about John Cleese's lemur by now (I dig Cleese, I adore lemurs, what could go wrong here?), but if anyone has any pictures of the avahi cleesei I'd love to see.

Access Denied

2005-11-13T22:34:00.000-05:00

My sexuality has always been my own, not something that belonged to a lover or a relationship. That's always been one of my core beliefs- that's one reason I'm in this line of work.

Right now I'm vaguely, confusedly aroused and very very lost. My sex and my world is up in the air right now. I couldn't work for two weekends in a row thanks to a sore throat, then a 3-day virus, so I'm feeling weirdly cut off from work. Thanks to some recent personal events I'm feeling pretty cut off from sex in general too. Not long after my last post, my mom was visiting me and happened to get the mail before I did. The mail contained my first Niteflirt affiliate check which had a very discreet return address- and a memo field that said "Niteflirt," which was visible through the address windows if you shook the envelope just right. She did.

I'd imagined how that conversation would go but in those imaginings I was always the one to bring it up, when I decided the time was right. I was caught off guard and it went to hell. My mom is not what you'd call sex-positive. It feels weird now even thinking about working, although I want to very badly. I think if I'd been able to right away after that incident my head would be a lot clearer. But, sore throat. Damn the luck.

On top of all that (here I am about to break my own rule and write an overly personal entry) my longest running relationship to date went to hell, and one of the things we fought over a lot was sex. Not work sex, no, but my high sex drive and his low one, and my polyamorous tendencies and his being... well... the opposite. I also let my sadistic side out a lot with him and I feel very weird about all of that, and sort of evil.

I'm behind on classes, not to mention emails I should have answered a month ago. I feel like a pathetic impostor rather than someone who deserves the kind of luck I've had. Maybe I need to work right now. I think whining about how pathetic I am, crying, and being beaten could be really good for me. It's something I need to just get out of my system so that I won't be afraid to be a sexual creature or a sadistic psycho bitch, or whatever else comes to mind or is in my nature.

Of course I have people over who don't know what I do so it'll have to wait.

I'm in the really weird state right now of not knowing what turns me on. I guess, potentially, everything does. I don't care. I need touch and sex and tasting another's salt and sweat and emotions brought to the fore and released. It's comfort in a way. I'm sick of numbing my brain with computer games or pretending to be remotely interested in my homework. I just want to fuck for all those times I told myself I wouldn't, couldn't, because it would make him mad or because I don't talk to people.

I want to go back in time and fuck every person I've ever wanted to fuck, assuming I could get their consent. I'm not in a mood to violate right this second.

Not for revenge, but for clarity.

...

I'll be back to normal tomorrow, and I'll try (no promises, I'm learning my lesson) to have a (normal, happy) entry then.

xo
katie

Bloggasm #7

2005-11-06T03:25:00.000-05:00

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them:

A Free Book For Every Blogger (sugarbank.com)

AN EXHIBITION IN THE LIVING ROOM (corinthiancouple.blogspot.com)

A Woman’s Voice (radicalvixen.com)

Boots (swelteringcelt.com)

Cane Kisses (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com)

Compatibility (perfectmarriage.co.uk)

Dominique Dane (pspporn.com)

Halloween 15 Years Ago (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

Hentai vs. Standard Porn (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)

I Fucked Che Guevara (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

Is It Trafficking Now In My Bed? (sacredwhore.org)

KITKAST #1.4 - Tommy Torque, Suicide Girls and Guba.com (mskitka.com)

Naked Ambition (seska4lovers.com)

Podnography #14 - Seska, Fleshlights and the Sperm Cube (podnography.com)

Porn for the Blind (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

If you weren't in this one, start writing next week's post. Pleeeeeease?

Porn for the Blind

2005-11-04T02:24:00.000-05:00

I received an email the other day (yeah, I'm a little behind on those...) about a really great project: free mp3s of some of the better amateur fiction. Aside from phone sex and the handful of audio erotica sites out there, there are very few erotic material options for blind and reading challenged people. Most sex stories aren't available in audiobook format, screen readers do not sound sexy, and most porn is primarily visually oriented. There are many guys who actually put down any kind of smut that isn't visual in nature, which to my mind is incredibly lame. Some people simply respond better to sounds, words, or scents.

The project, started by amateur author Ace McCloud, is called Stories on MP3 and they're desperately in need of volunteers. Seems a lot of people are hesitant to read adult material aloud. I don't know why- hearing the sounds sexually descriptive words make is very arousing. It feels so delicious just to say them. If you have a little spare time and you're interested in reading for a character, send an email to acemccloudxx@netscape.net.

For the audio performance pieces, you can read your part from anywhere, using your own equipment. The various character recordings all get put together by their sound guy- it's very cool, sort of like an X-rated old time radio play. Ace is also looking, though less urgently, for people to do straight story readings.

The delicious Ellie of Lumpesse.com and Bedroom Radio fame has already contributed a solo piece. You couldn't ask to be in better company. Personally I think it sounds like great fun (besides, it's good karma- sort of like phone sex charity work) and am going to be reading parts as well as contributing an original story or two, assuming I pass muster!

Ace has mentioned that volunteers will receive whatever publicity he can give- he can't give it on the Stories on MP3 website, as it's against ASSTR's terms, but he'll put the good word out in the chat rooms and mailing lists he frequents. (You can also contribute anonymously if you prefer.) To sweeten the pot, I'll also be mentioning contributors' good works in this blog.

Hope to ~~see~~ hear you there.

Bloggasm #6

2005-11-01T13:19:00.000-05:00

Last week's best sex blogging:

A Common Anatomy (wilfuldamage.blogspot.com)

Bedroom Radio #5 - British Invasion (lumpesse.com)

Child Free Night (perfectmarriage.co.uk)

Hitting the iNail on the iHead (mskitka.com)

Inizzi (easilyaroused.co.uk)

Japanese teens selling their saliva (sexblo.gs)

Podnography #13 – Ms. Kitka, Audiocrush and Max Hardcore (podnography.com)

Questions Questions (radicalvixen.com)

Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated (sugarbank.com)

Sex. Work. (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Sit On My Face And Tell Me You Love Me… (corinthiancouple.blogspot.com)

So Glad to be a Girl (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)

Speaking in Tongues (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)

$pread Open (seska4lovers.com)

What are you waiting for? (livejournal.com/users/nicebluejournal)

Find out how to join the bloggasm here.

The Dawn of Elf Porn is Nigh

2005-10-30T13:23:00.000-05:00

I was responding to Sam Sugar's post for today and it got too long so I just put it in a blog entry.

The first new sexual realm to develop will be an offshoot of online role-playing games, like Everquest and World of Warcraft. When their graphics are of sufficient quality to make Elina possible, online sex will become more than a niche interest and, for the first time, people will join game universes with the sole objective of interacting sexually within them.

Games won’t have to be built to contain sex in order to make sex possible. In traditional games each player has an objective and missions to complete, ‘open’ games provide an environment within which players can do whatever they want to. With players controlling the other characters you meet, interactions can be as sophisticated as those you enjoy offline. If sex isn’t an ‘official’ part of the experience people will, as they always do, find ways to get what they want. It might be weird but it’ll get people off and that’s always popular.

Read the rest here.

Gaming nerds have been waiting impatiently for that day for years. We want our elf porn, dammit. The girls especially.

There will always be people who want to watch real people, just as there will always be people who don't. Text-based sex roleplaying games are still surprisingly popular, especially since they require shit for processing power and a lot of people are verbally oriented sexually. Pure phone sex and webcam/videosex also have different audiences- guys tend to prefer one over the other and stick with it. There are plenty of people who don't care for anything but stories.

That said I know from personal experience that a huge number of sex MUDders (the ones who are also into visual porn) are eagerly awaiting a graphical adult roleplaying platform that lets you really roleplay and interact, that looks good, doesn't crash and costs about what you'd expect from a game.

They'll probably expect it to also have the game options they're used to in a fantasy game- in-game money and goods like clothes and equipment, in this case often sex toys, in game player housing... I can just imagine the dungeons... they'll expect at least a dozen different player species/fantasy races and even zones of the game with more standard gaming experiences, like non-sex focused roleplaying and hack-and-slash gaming. If the setup is good enough they'll enjoy just playing there with their existing virtual fuckbuddies. They'll try to even if the setup isn't good enough. "Gee, we're covered in the gore of our enemies, but those manacles in the corner look hot... Wanna net secks?" happens more often than you'd think.

Games like SecondLife aren't close to this yet. If you want something like what I just described you either have to find it on a MUD- smaller playerbases, all text based- or in SL's case you have to build a lot of it yourself. That can be fun but I don't have the time and most people don't have the patience.

There will be plenty of people in that framework who will play just regular humans and have romantic vanilla sex. The early adopters won't mind the freaky elf gangbangs so much, at least judging from the MUDs I've played on. Given that plenty of people have been running searches on the phrase "drow porn" and found my blog I know the audience is out there. They're here, they're weird, and they have wonderfully twisted sexual imaginations just waiting for the right outlet.

Anyone looking for beta testers?

Sex. Work.

2005-10-28T13:27:00.000-05:00

I think I've found the cure for my overly high sex drive. All I have to do is work more.

I've always been one of those people who thinks about sex all the time- new positions, different faces, different moods and props. I've had the sex drive to match. I learned HTML (not that you can tell from this blog... heh) with one hand down my pants. At my first clerical job (data entry), when I was 16, I'd just get up during the day and go to the bathroom and slide my fingers across my slick pussy lips. I'd do this two or three times a day. Of course it was a damn boring job, but still. Sometimes I'll just be out shopping and I'll suddenly get so horny I have to have sex right then and I start looking at the people around me a lot more closely. I haven't done it yet and it always kind of scared me. My impulse control isn't perfect, yanno?

Most guys cannot keep up with me. This pisses me off because as a woman you're taught that guys will always out-horny you, and that you'd better expect to turn down sex a lot more often than you actually want any. Ha! I find myself pouting and saying, "Come on, once a week really isn't enough..." or if I'm lucky, "You know I need it at least once a day. Get some pizza and get your ass back in here- I'm not done with you yet." It's really sad when you have to beg for sex and it's not done, as a kink, with either a fat, juicy cock head inches from your slit or the expectation of a cold, securely locked chastity belt. It's depressing. Nobody likes those quiet, depressing orgasms you have when you know you can't wake up the person next to you and if they were awake it wouldn't matter anyway, because you already know the answer.

I got turned down a lot during what I was told were my most desirable years, before I changed and grew some (metaphorical!) balls. It takes a toll on you when you think nobody wants you. Resentment builds, and coupled with a high sex drive you're wanting something all the time that you can't have (or can't have very often) and you're not sure anyone wants to give it to you or share it with you.

Now I know people want me. I know people want me badly enough to send me some very weird emails, or pay by the hour for my company. I've had a couple of customers who got too attached and wanted to take it off the phones. (This is phone sex. It's not a dating service. It's never going to happen. Besides, think about it: Isn't that kind of a really awkward way to meet someone, finding out their strangest, harshest, most extreme sexual fantasies before their first name or even whether or not you have anything else in common?)

I talk to guys who wake up at night with the same problem I have and instead of biting their lip, wiping their eyes and reaching for Mister Buzzy, they call me and get something much healthier: a warm, sympathetic human voice. Somebody to talk to, even if we're just talking about what he wants me to fit inside my pussy.

For the first few months I walked with a strut. I felt sexy, I felt desirable, I was part of an inner sisterhood of filthy words and slippery pink flesh. I got paid an awesome per-minute which translated to a decent hourly, in a no-pants-needed environment. But I'm a geek. I tend to obsess. My obsessive little obsessing brain will just sit there and... obsess, all day long, like it does about sex.

I'm thinking about sex all day anyway, right? Perfect for this line of work, right?

Heh. At first, sure. I had ideas at a constant pace. I wrote them all down and I couldn't even keep up (especially around midterm time... oops). But since taking this job both my speech and my perverse sexual imagination have gotten cruder, more focused on the obvious symbols that 70% of my guys want to hear about, rather than the stuff I noticed before and prided myself on noticing, that the other 30% or so really get off on. Rather than thinking of the sweat on someone's collarbone and licking it off, of fingers tangled in hair and how I can reach this from that position I'll think of the obvious Anglo-Saxon litany: cock, fuck, cunt. Rather than express the vivid details of a thick, swollen, pulsing cock I'll use the cartoon symbols: big hard cock! Wet pussy, either tight or freshly gaping!

Basically I've been eating too much of the sexual equivalent of fast food and need to up my erotic sophistication again.

And oh, what it does to my masturbating...

I'll stop, in the middle of a fantasy, and think, "How would I market that for a listing?"

I do this ALL THE TIME! It's incredibly strange. When sex is your work, you get all kinds of weird entanglements between your work sex and your non-work sex. It gets all up in your head and it changes you. I'm not saying it's bad. It has some nice side effects I'm getting to. I'm just saying you can't really expect some of the ways it changes you, and it can really throw you for a loop at the weirdest times.

The awesome side effects: I can masturbate basically whenever I want. I do it without even thinking about it sometimes on calls. Even when I'm not masturbating, or masturbating but not to the point of coming, I get surrounded so much by erotic energy and I kind of feed off that. I'm like a geeky, reclusive succubus.

(I became a hermit for the social life.)

I'm always thinking about sex, sometimes getting some play and sometimes just playing with myself but either way I'm playing with myself more and needing to less. I've had days where I just lay there and orgasm over and over, trying to hold the phone away from my face so I don't accidentally hang up or scream too loudly in the poor man's ear. It kind of makes up for the dry spells. There's lots of the stuff around sex, even when I'm not getting any actual sex, and so my libido's calming down some.

Yeah, now it's at frequently horny instead of FUCK ME NOW!

xo

katie

I'm Not Dead!

2005-10-25T21:15:00.000-05:00

Honest. But I am a full time college student, and, well... midterms.

Yeah. Eek.

Sorry to disappear on you like that. It shouldn't happen again. I'll try to make it up to you. I'll change! Things will be different this time. I'll start taking my medication, I swear.

Nah. As a submissive girl I know how to apologize. My posture changes, becomes deferential. My shoulders drop and I lower my eyes. My pink bottom lip trembles a little, and I bite it. My knee bends forward like I'm resisting- just barely- the urge to kneel. And I am.

I barely whisper the words: "I'm sorry."

I toss my dark hair back, lifting my head so that my eyes almost meet yours. There's something open and raw in them, something too earnest to let me meet your eyes straight on. My pale throat is exposed and my pulse is moving beneath my skin.

My voice quavers and I try to hold it steady. "I know how much this meant to you, and I'm sorry I let you down. You deserved better. You honored me with your attention- I mean, I'm just some kid, barely worth your notice. I shouldn't have just ignored your wants and your needs. I should have managed my responsibilities better. I understand if you want to punish me- I deserve that. I can... I can bend over your knee right now. It'll hurt, but that doesn't matter."

You can hear the break in my voice. I'm close to tears.

"If that's what I have to do to earn your forgiveness, I'll submit to whatever you think is fair. Even- even the cane. I'm so, so sorry. Please let me make this up to you."

There's a theory right now that I flake out just so I'll get spanked more. This is patently untrue- no one has spanked me yet for flaking out on them. And it's not like I don't ~~beg for it~~ ask!

Adventures in Random Porn

2005-10-18T04:46:00.000-05:00

I just had to share this post with you guys:

Hollywood Bare Checks In

i walked down the hall and my little brain began to process what i had seen. i wondered... looked like porno, sounded like porno, smelled like porno... my neighbor was shooting a porn!

i opened up my apartment door and sat down on my couch. i have a very strong voyeuristic side, and my engines were turning. i wanted to see what was happening. i wanted to get another look at this beauty. i googled my address and his apartment number, but it didn't return anything remotely resembling adult films. i searched the personals on craigslist to find something that excited me like this did, but no luck. I knew what i had to do, and i knew what i was going to do.

as i approached the apartment i put my cell phone up to my ear...

This is from hollywood bare's brand new blog. I found the link in my referral stats, and since Viviane sent me a bunch of visitors from Fleshbot I wanted to make sure you guys all got to enjoy yet more sex blog goodness. More posts tonight- I can't decide if I want to write about my recent hot wax experiences, my last few calls, or something else. I'll log in while I write too. Lately I've been in the mood to do more phone sex calls.

I'm going to get my coffee now. Smooches!

Bloggasm #4

2005-10-16T18:25:00.000-05:00

This week's best sex blog posts:

Adult Babies (radicalvixen.com)
Dominating E (lumpesse.com)
Eat, Drink and Remain Horny (corinthiancouple.blogspot.com)
How to Make a Professional (Amateur) Porn Film (sugarbank.com)
I Get Hot Looking at Snatch (seska4lovers.com)
May I? (domesticdeviance.blogspot.com)
Minutes of Board Meeting (perfectmarriage.co.uk)
Mirta Showering (pspporn.com)
Podnography #11 – Dave Naz, Fetish Flame and Janet Jackson (podnography.com)
Shut Up Bitch (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)
The Blame Game (mskitka.com)

Want your blog to be in next week's edition? Join the bloggasm.

Ms. Kitka's Teaser

2005-10-13T16:00:00.000-05:00

The Kitkast is coming soon and I couldn't be more excited as a regular reader of Ms. Kitka's blog or as a politically inclined sex worker. She's got the teaser for her videocast (I like that so much better than vlog) up and it's wicked awesome. Then again, I always did like a girl in uniform...

Go. Now. Watch the Kitkast teaser.

Waitress Crush

2005-10-13T13:50:00.000-05:00

Every time I go out to this one restaurant, I get the same cute blonde golden-skinned waitress. She's not thin, but not fat or even thick- just firm and solid and curvy. When I first sat at one of her tables she set off my gaydar with the way she was looking at me. She didn't look at me like another girl does, if you know what I mean. There was heat in her eyes and she looked curious and hungry at the same time. I figured I'd have a little fun with her. I leaned over and told the guy I was with, "That girl's bi-curious."

"How do you know?"

"Watch her. Watch the look on her face, watch how she looks at me."

Whenever she came over to refill my drink (and the last time I had my drink refilled that often, it was a waiter, and he asked me if I was seeing anyone) I'd give her a teasing half-smile and look up at her from under my lashes, then roll my shoulders subtly to flash her a little cleavage. I was wearing a silky little tank top and the strap kept sliding down just a little to expose my shoulder.

I hope that poor girl didn't see how often I was checking out her cute little ass. Her black uniform pants were so tight over that smooth round butt that I could not only see her panty line but tell you that she was wearing sexy little boy shorts, and they were cut short in back.

Okay, yeah, I have a panty fetish.

Luckily it was starting to get busy so she had to turn around, and walk, and run, a lot. Mmmm.

I was checking her out closely enough to see that her bra was one of those mesh or lace numbers, thin and sexy but without much support. She had more than a handful and they were full and round and heavy and swung under her clingy t-shirt when she walked, or leaned... Her eyes weren't even blue like I thought at first glance, but a very pale soft green, with dark gold lashes. She had the most amazing mouth. And dimples. I wanted so badly to slip my tip into her front pants pocket or even just write my number on the back of the napkin but there's always the chance I totally misread those looks she was giving my breasts. Maybe next time.

I did bump into her (not intentionally, there were elbows involved) on the way out because I was trying so hard not to stare at her to the point of being creepy or rude. Poor girl. Poor nice, soft, cushiony girl. I'm so unsmooth.

Shut Up, Bitch.

2005-10-12T23:40:00.000-05:00

It's a little weird when you're paid by the minute to talk, and someone calls you up and does this:

Niteflirt's sexy girl robot voice: "A caller is on the line. This caller is calling your listing in Fetish: Submissive Women."

"Hi!"
"Hi."
"Hey there, this is Katie-"
"Shut up, bitch."

The first thing that comes to mind is, 'Cool! A paid vacation!' but I'm not that stupid, and from the growl in his voice I know what he wants. I whimper and stutter out a broken "I'm sorry, Sir."

(One thing you learn as a phone sex operator is how emotive you can be with no words, just your voice and your breath and the spaces between them.)

He calls me a worthless, stupid slut. I apologize some more and agree with him, tell him that I'm nothing more than a collection of holes to use, all the while thinking, "Gee, for a stupid, worthless slut I'm a pretty decent coder..." and laughing inside my head. I let go of the thought and start crying, telling him I'll do anything he wants, anything he says, no matter how filthy. He orders me to find my biggest dildo and work it- shove it- into my ass. I find it... I've taken to lubing it when I get submissive calls because so many of my guys like to hear it huge and dry. I mewl, and gasp, and cry- and let out a low, cut-off moan. I think I hear his breath catch. Maybe I hear a faint grunt. Click.

Niteflirt's sexy robot lady interrupts my fading sniffles: "This call lasted two minutes..."

Aww. Sometimes I just don't know my own strength.

Bloggasm #3

2005-10-10T03:22:00.000-05:00

The cool thing about bloggasms is they come in multiples. Hmm... I could go for some multiples right now. I'm going to find my vibrator and curl up in bed with it right after this post. If you wanna join me, call me quickly, I'm logging off soon... If you just wanna be in the next bloggasm, check the link at the bottom of this post.

Going Daily – text
(talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Helpful Tips for National Porn Sunday - text
(mskitka.com)

Podnography #10 - Tera Patrick, Violet Blue and Foot Fetishes – podcast
(podnography.com)

Shock the Piggy! - text
(domesticdeviance.blogspot.com)

The Death of Suicide Girls – text
(sugarbank.com)

The jury is out on thongs - text
(lumpesse.com)

We're Pleased To Say... – photo, text
(cointhiancouple.blogspot.com)

Join the bloggasm!

The Ups and Downs of Phone Sex Subbing

2005-10-09T13:16:00.000-05:00

Working as a phone sex submissive has been a really great way to explore and stretch my submissive side, but I'm not totally sure it was the best way.

There are so many new things that I experienced holding a phone in my hand, with a relative stranger, in a 15-45 minute time span and wondering if their time would run out soon. Some assignments I had to fake because I didn't have the materials available, or because there was someone over and I had to be discreet but there were always ones I had to fake at the time that got me so curious I had to try them later, like hot wax play, orgasm control and being treated like a dog or cat (having to use a litter box, sit on the floor, eat from a food dish, live in a cage... also sitting on laps, getting petted and wearing a cute collar).

On the other hand I'll never have the experience of having my Dom or Domme give me an assignment involving something I've never heard of, unless they make it up completely. I'll rarely not know what to expect from a new kink and it's hard to play innocent sometimes when you've said and done some of the things I've said and done. My boundaries weren't carefully stretched; I wasn't led into the lifestyle slowly, inch by inch. It was one thing here, another totally unrelated thing there. It wasn't done by level of experience (although my phone doms were almost always careful and courteous, and did lead me slowly when I wasn't too proud to ask). It was more jumping stone to stone than making a careful, guided descent.

I mean, it's not like I didn't enjoy it, I just kind of look enviously at some of the submissive women who get that wonder, who get it all fresh and new and carefully led.

I've been exposed to things I never thought would turn me on, and if I hadn't chosen to be no taboos I would've refused out of hand to even try them in a session. Now I have some confusing new fringe kinks to play with- and this is a good thing, I think. I've stretched some boundaries I wasn't expecting to stretch and that feels good. Of course I'm always wondering, "Where do I go from here?"

I think maybe I'll explore my domme side more, or try more bondage and psychological stuff- two things it's harder to do over the phone as a submissive. My schedule is pretty erratic (thanks, college! and a hearty fuck you.) and it's rare that I have a dom into head games and the mental aspect who can call me regularly and catch me on regularly. It's only happened a couple of times.

I'm kind of surprised at the good comments my dorky little smut-haiku got. It was basically cutesy filler, but I'm glad you guys liked it. Thanks!

xo
Katie

Obscene Silence

2005-10-08T22:24:00.000-05:00

I was pretty quiet for a day or so there after reading about the erotic story site Red Rose Stories getting shut down on obscenity charges. A lot of the stuff I post in this blog is pretty taboo or questionable, and I do write erotically about some of the ideas they're targeting. Personally I think my blog would pass the Miller test, but the question is could I afford the fight?

I'm not sure how safe I feel writing about ageplay (which, in case you weren't sure, by definition only involves consenting adults roleplaying) or force fantasies right now with any amount of sexual detail. I don't feel like it's right to just give up, but at the same time I might try to make myself a little less of a target. Part of me wants to stand up and yell and scream but maybe I should be careful what I scream right now.

Yep, I think I did just describe a chilling effect on free speech. Sure, the obscenity laws have been on the books for decades but for a long time there they weren't being enforced.

I'm not sure why they didn't go after asstr.org to be honest. I'm wondering how this is going to affect them.

Expect to see my more fringe entries tarted up with a little plot or more introspection, so I'll feel safer for now.

This makes me wonder: If I voluntarily censor myself, am I letting the terrorists win?

We'll see how long this lasts. I have a hard time holding still, sitting down and behaving, and keeping my sweet mouth shut. It's why I get spanked so much.

It's Working! (Dirty Haiku)

2005-10-06T02:00:00.000-05:00

Wow, my strategy's working already! Fuck sleep, I want to post another entry.

Maybe that should wait until I've had coffee. My brain's about to shut down so I'll just leave you with a filthy haiku:

Asphalt scraping palms
Head bowed, on hands and knees, nude-
Dollars in the cunt.

This is also supposed to remind me of the fantasy I'm going to write about next time. And don't worry- as much as I like writing dirty haiku, they're no substitute for a real entry. I'm not going to start posting filler. Smut, sure. Filler, never.

Bad news, maybe...

Max Hardcore Offices Raided by FBI; Servers, Tapes Seized

By Gretchen Gallen
Wednesday, October 5, 2005

ALTA DENA, Calif. – The offices of Max Hardcore’s Max World Entertainment were raided today under the authority of the Child Exploitation and Obscenity Section of the Justice Department.

The FBI seized five video titles, Hardcore’s attorney Jeffrey Douglas told XBiz, including “Pure Max #16,” (European version), “Max Hardcore Fists of Fury #3,” “Max Hardcore Extreme Schoolgirls #6,” (European version), “Max Hardcore Golden Guzzlers #5” and “Max Hardcore Golden Guzzlers #6.”

Additionally, the FBI seized all servers belonging to Hardcore with the purpose of copying and returning them, Douglas said. It is not yet known what other office items have been taken as the investigation is ongoing...

Sure, we all knew this was coming. Sure, he's the obvious target, and the most likely easy win for them. Still, this sucks. The only upside I can think of is that if the DOJ tries to prosecute Max Hardcore on obscenity charges and loses, then pretty much everyone is safe.

Going Daily

2005-10-06T01:51:00.000-05:00

You may all live in fear now. I'm going daily. I was starting to have a problem remembering to write entries and the only cure for that is to make more of them.

I'm half asleep and in my panties right now (porn flavor of the month: CFNM) and I just remembered- two years ago I had a dream about writing this exact entry. That's a little scary, and kind of cool. Maybe it means I was destined to do this. Maybe that's kind of sad...

Like I said, half asleep! Since I didn't actually fire up Blogger with a specific topic in mind I'll squirm into your lap and tell you the real reasons I got into phone sex.

When I was younger (I won't say how much younger- but I wasn't in high school), I had a big box full of cheesy 1980's fantasy paperbacks from the used bookstore. About half of them had halfway decent sex scenes and I would dog-ear the pages and stash the books under my bed. At night I'd crawl into bed and turn on the night light, then pretend to be asleep. After everyone had gone to bed I would take off my nightgown and panties so that I was naked under the sheets and read the dog-eared pages by the dim light, with one hand pressed firmly against my clit.

The women in these scenes were almost always forced or coerced in some way... They would be stripped, bound, fondled, groped, inspected and then either they would escape captivity or (in the pages I liked best) be used as sex slaves. Of course that last part happened offscreen, so I had to imagine it in lurid detail. Trust me- I did.

Ever since I was old enough to know why it felt good when I rubbed my clit, I had fantasies about being used as a sex object, for the pleasure of others. Many others. I would fantasize about forced sexual availability- being bound or enslaved, or forced to work in a brothel, with three or more men lined up to have their turn with me- when they didn't all try to fuck me at once. I liked the idea of serving sexually, of not being able to turn any person or any request away, of being used and overwhelmed with hands and cocks or being obligated to make someone come and come hard. Sometimes my life would depend on how good a job I did, sometimes just how I was treated.

I knew I didn't want to be raped or kidnapped or anything like that and I knew I wouldn't like it if those fantasies came true. They were fantasies. But they never went away- instead, over time, they changed.

When I was in high school and finding the other side of my switchhood I toyed with the idea of becoming a stripper or an escort and teasing men with my body, being paid to be sexually desirable and skilled.

To be blunt, the idea of being paid for sex turns me on. A lot.

Last year I had this friend who became a stripper (she moved away). She was nervous about it at first but really loved the work- she's naturally outgoing, sensual, and loves dancing and getting to know people. It doesn't hurt that she's bisexual, big-breasted and originally from Germany, complete with cute accent. At first she was afraid I'd reject her after her job change but the more we talked about it (in a cozy hotel bed, in our underwear...), the more I liked the idea of sex work. So I thought about it. A lot. Sometimes with my hand down my panties, sometimes doing legitimate industry research.

As soon as I went off to college and got some off-campus roommates I went for it in the most chickenshit way possible. I became a phone sex operator. I sexually service men from around the world- what a trip! Since total availability was part of my fantasy and I can't log in all the time I make my brain totally available instead and accept all fantasies with no taboos. Sure it's not my fantasy to peedance while gagging on a dildo, or scream my throat hoarse and then do it again in 15 minutes, but in a lot of senses I really am living out my first and longest-running fantasy and that's pretty fucking amazing.

The First Phone Sex Podcast

2005-10-03T11:35:00.000-05:00

I thought I was going to be the first- I've had it planned since August at least- but it's taken me longer than I thought to get all the equipment I wanted. Guess I should've gone with the $50 headset bare-bones option... oh well. I'm going to record and publish the first one this month (wish I'd been able to sooner!). I wonder which will hit the net first, my podcast or Ms. Kitka's videocast?

Anyway, the first known phone sex operator's podcast is from the opposite side of the whip. It's a long-running show with short episodes and it's great. Give Mistress V's FemDom a listen - here's her latest FemDom podcast.

Bloggasm 2

2005-10-02T12:37:00.000-05:00

This week's orgy of sex blog goodness:

Celebrate National Porn Sunday With Porn – Text
(mskitka.com)

Diddle My Skittle - Text
(madelineinthemirror.blogspot.com)

Janova In Bed – Photo
(pspporn.com)

Meet the Nubians – Text
(onelifetaketwo.blogspot.com)

Orgasm Control Training – Text
(talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Playboy Digital - Reviewed – Text
(sugarbank.com)

Podnography #9 – SoccerGirl, Sex with Emily and Japanese Brothels - Podcast
(podnography.com)

Traci Lords – Text
(sugarhive.org)

Wham Bam Thank You Lord C – Text
(corinthiancouple.blogspot.com)

You give me fever – Text
(thefuckhouse.blogspot.com)

Submit your entry for next week's Bloggasm!

Orgasm Control Training

2005-09-30T22:13:00.000-05:00

My callers have been training me to come on command. I always thought it wasn't really possible, that most of the submissive women who said they could do it were exaggerating or the orgasm was mostly psychological, but it really does work.

I've had a few dom callers who like to make me beg them to be allowed to come (this is one of my kinks, too). They'll order me to pinch and twist my nipples until they're pink and stiff and just sore enough to make my clit feel warm and tingly, then make me rub my clit for them, slowly and sensuously, feeling how slippery my bare pussy folds are, or hard and fast til it's friction and pain and rough sexual frustration just waiting to burn. I have a fat vibrator and a long dildo and they'll force me to push the vibrator into my pussy, until I can feel my inner walls stretching around it, and the dildo I suck and deepthroat until I'm gagging and my dom tells me to stop. Then he'll order me to force the now wet dildo into my tight little ass, inch by inch. By this point I'm whimpering and moaning, wanting it to stop and wanting with every part of my aching, swollen clit and full pussy to come at exactly the same time.

That's when he'll tell me to bounce up and down on the dildo buried in my ass and the vibrator stuffed inside my pussy, over and over, while rubbing and pressing down on my clit. His voice will become tense and urgent, or slow and teasing at first and then sharp, gasping between his words. He'll order me to rub it faster, faster. He'll ask me again if I'm on my knees, kneeling but seated back on my haunches, bouncing up and down on the jelly cock. He'll make me lower my hand from my clit to the dial on my vibrator, and turn it all the way up, until I can feel the vibrations coursing through my skin and into the dildo. My hand will instinctively jump back to my swollen pink clit the second his order is completed, and he'll call me a dirty whore, a nasty slut, a... a cunt. His cunt, cumslut, painslut. He'll tell me to beg him to come.

My entire body will be tensing and shaking... tears will form at the corners of my eyes... a droplet of sweat will run between my bare breasts. And I'll beg. I'll beg like a filthy whore. I'll confess to every name he's ever called me, I'll admit to being the dirty slut he knows I am. I'll chant over and over, like a mantra, that I'm his slut, his whore, his bad little girl, and he'll make me keep rubbing- or stop, if that's his whim- and he'll give the order. One word. "Come."

And I will.

I'll do a dozen of calls like this a month... different variations, but the same theme. It ends with me on my knees, or on my bed, or bent over, or standing up, rubbing my clit or fingerfucking myself to the sound of his litany of nasty slut names and begging him to let me come. And I do- I always do. I come hard. Sometimes I scream, or cry a little.

That's with stimulation, of course. He'll deny me, and then he'll allow me. Sometimes he'll deny me and make me wait until the next call or the next day or sometimes he'll let me come naturally the first time or two, and make me withhold the last one until he gives me permission... then he'll take that last one, and string it out into two, or three, more than I thought my pussy had left to give. "Come again... Now come for me, slut. Do it." I will. I don't know why. I've been trained, now. I'm not sure they all meant to really train me but they have. I'm working on it now by myself... I can almost come without stimulation at all, as long as I'm aroused enough, just through fantasy. Just on command.

It makes me feel low and dirty and utterly delicious. I love being a professional slut.

Guided Masturbation

2005-09-27T20:48:00.000-05:00

My friend Stasha not only has a great blog, she's a trained domme who specializes in guided masturbation. If you're interested in a friendly, sensual, intelligent woman telling you how to stroke it, give her a call. If you're not lucky enough to catch her live she has some great recordings. I think you'll like this one.

Stasha's also a poet- and she's recently been published for the first time. She's started offering erotic poetry in exchange for tributes (they're like tips, but for dommes- submissive females like myself just get dollars in the waistband), and with her highest tribute amount you get the inside info on her other life.

One of the things I found really interesting about her phone domme style is that she deals in reality, not fantasy. True obedience to her orders is her thing- and I think a lot of my callers agree with Stasha on this. For every roleplay call I get I have at least two where I've got my toys out and I'm orgasming on command (I'll have to write more about that later) or taking discipline.

If you're looking for a goddess domme who will ensure you're following her commands, if you're looking for an in-depth, realistic phone domination experience, you're going to become addicted to Stasha. She also welcomes submissive men into feminization (again, be willing to follow her commands) and guys interested in guided masturbation who are respectful, but not submissive.

Why am I such a fan? Despite her stunning body and her lifestyle credentials, she's as big a hentai fan as I am:

I remember the first time I watched a semi-hentai movie. It was Wicked City, movie where one woman had a snapper that would break off any members that entered it. I found it intriguing. Then I watched Legend of the Overfiend, and many of the scenes made me hot and bothered, where those demons would break out many members and penetrate every part of the ladies...

Stasha, if you're reading this, I'll bring the braided flogger if you'll bring the DVDs.

Bloggasm

2005-09-27T12:35:00.000-05:00

Bloggasm is a weekly roundup of the smartest, sexiest, funniest, best posts written by sex bloggers. The best part? Anyone can participate, and you choose which of your posts to include. Credit for this great idea goes to dirty uncle and adult industry strategist Sam Sugar. If you're in adult and you're not reading his blog every day- why?

Simultaneously bloggasming:

A Silly Idea (sugarbank.com)

There is no better time to be a library student and obsessed with sex... (lumpesse.com)

Porn ads in Adsense (mymoneyblog.net)

Random Fetish Attack (talkingdirty.blogspot.com)

Vibeke (pspporn.com)

Podnography #8 - Adonna Vichet, Martha's Girls and Anal Sex (podnography.com)

(Bloggers, participate by emailing your best recent post to sam.sugar@gmail.com. The bloggasm is posted to SugarBank on Saturday, included bloggers commit to posting the bloggasm links within seven days.)

That list is great, but it's too short. If you're a sex blogger, start picking out your best post from this week and email the permalink to Sam, okay?

Phone Sex Outtakes

2005-09-21T13:04:00.000-05:00

Normally my phone sex calls are very sexy and smooth, or if not smooth then full of back-and-forth erotic banter or that friendly kind of sex-awkwardness that leads to joking around and serious kinkiness. I said normally... sometimes I just turn into a klutz and things get silly.

I've heard some pretty funny phone sex horror stories from some of the other phone sex operators I know, and it made me want to share mine with you. They're pretty embarrassing. I'm sure you're dying to hear all the stupid shit I've done on calls. Here goes, most recent first:

Toothpaste Does Not Go There

I had a dominant caller who had me get a tube of toothpaste from my bathroom and rub toothpaste on my nipples and clit until it tingled and stung, then coat my dildo in toothpaste and ride it. This was a pretty fun assignment- the toothpaste felt awesome on my nipples, very minty fresh- but during the course of this call I managed to get it in my hair, all over the phone, smeared across my breasts... Very smooth.

The kicker was at the end of the call (when I was coated in flouride protection, trying to wash some of the toothpaste off my hand and the sides of my breasts, and trying not to let the caller know it had gotten there to begin with because I was too embarrassed), when he told me as a parting shot to make sure I didn't wash the toothpaste off with water. "It stings, but in the bad way, the way that'll make you curse at me the next day." Good thing he told me...

He recommended a dry towel. That took a while, but I don't ever want my clit stinging in the bad way. Can you blame me?

Whip It Good

Since I'm a phone sex submissive, as you'd imagine I get a lot of BDSM-related injuries, mostly due to sheer klutziness. I'll spank my ass too hard and hurt my hand, try to flog my own breasts and hit myself in the elbow, etc. But my fuckbuddies are not immune either.

I was on a call, whipping myself with a belt, and one of my fuckbuddies wandered into the room (usually they know better... they've walked in on some pretty weird things; it usually only takes the once). I didn't see him and WHAM! Right in the ass with the belt. Hard. It has to be hard, otherwise they can't hear it over the phone...

You'd better believe I got it from him later that night.

I'm a Worthless Slut... With No Sense of Direction

One of my dom callers was doing a verbal humiliation scene with me, and he was making me crawl around on the floor on my hands and knees, repeating what a worthless, filthy slut I was and slapping myself on the ass every so often. I was getting into it... my voice was cracking, and I was holding my head down- and I smacked facefirst into my door.

Luckily (?) his cell phone cut out a half-second before my face connected so he didn't hear the loud thud, or the startled laughter immediately following. I told him about it when he called back and we had a good laugh. Then it was right back to consensual degradation and rugburn (hehe).

Say My Name, Bitch!

My fucking roommate Marie... let's not go there. She doesn't exactly know exactly what I do, and a lot of time she'll forget I'm working on the phone and just start yelling upstairs for me.

Thing is, I try to be a little discreet on the phone. I use my nickname, and she does that thing moms do where she'll yell out your full name when she's pissed off at you...

I don't even know how many times I've had to run to the door, covering the phone, making faces to get her to shut up- or barring that, hide under the blankets and moan louder so she thinks I'm looking at bondage porn again.

Want To Hear My Pussy?

Usually when I ask this it means I'm playing along and I'm offering to let you hear the juicy wet sounds (I know a lot of guys really love this). Problem is, I have a cat, a cat with ironically bad timing.

I'd just asked that question, just brought the phone down to my bare pussy to let the caller hear me work my fingers in and out, and my cat jumped on the bed and started freaking out and meowing because I was making funny noises (this makes jilling really, really weird). Luckily the caller pretended not to notice, because I didn't even know what to say to that.

Freudian Phone Sex

No, not the kind you're thinking. I'm talking about Freudian slips and penis envy, not... not that. Go see my other posts.

I'm talking about us girl phone sex operators saying things like, "I'd love to get down there between your legs and suck my balls..." or "Then I'd ram my thick, pulsing cock into your wet pussy." It's an easy slip to make, believe it or not.

Every phone sex girl makes this mistake at least once, and most of the time the callers either really don't notice or pretend not to just to keep things flowing. Hell, sometimes they do it too. I've heard at least two guys start talking about me putting clothespins on their pussy, and I don't mean in the D/s ownership sense.

I'm A Cheap Whore! (fingers crossed)

Sometimes they want me to call myself a bad little girl, a naughty girl, a filthy slut, a nasty whore, their slave. It's the "I'm nothing but a hole to use and I like that" thing, which I really do like (a lot) when I'm in the mood for it. When I get into a string of namecalling, I try to vary it up some so the caller and I don't get bored, but there are some things I just can't call myself with a straight face, and a cheap whore is one of them. I just can't bring myself to say that I'm a cheap whore (without laughing my ass off) to someone who's paying 1.69 a minute to hear it. I might be a bargain, at least until I raise my rates, but I'm not exactly cheap. And that's a good thing. You get what you pay for a lot of the time. Think about what bargain pizza tastes like. Now think about bargain pussy...

I've fallen out of bed orgasming on the phone so many times I've started just putting pillows down there before I log in. I've accidentally hung up on a caller before when I came on the phone for real a little too hard. I've spelled my own name wrong in emails or described what I was wearing in two different ways to the same caller (I usually tell the truth about that, but sometimes if I've had a lot of calls I'll start magically changing my underwear color or type, just so I don't repeat myself too much). My callers have laughed at me instead of with me. It amazes me some days that they call me back.

But hey, not everyone can be a sexy klutz phone slut like me.

Random Fetish Attack

2005-09-16T23:21:00.000-05:00

Being a PSO is definitely different from a vanilla, non sex work job. One of the weirder aspects of being a phone sex girl is the random fetish attack.

On a nightly basis, whether I'm taking calls or just keeping up with the other phone sex operators, I'm exposed to every weird fetish, every unusual sexual practice or subversive kink. My job is to understand those fetishes and the mindset behind them, to understand why they turn my callers on and to get my mind right there with theirs so I know exactly how to turn them on and use their fetishes as my secret weapon. Sure, sometimes the guys are pretty up-front about wanting a straight fetish scenario, and I love that level of comfort, but if they're just hinting at it, and you know exactly what they're getting at and then give it to them, when you hear that sharp intake of breath when you raise your voice or whimper into the dildo or mention the height of your heels... it's beautiful, and magical, and it twists something low inside of me in ways I really, really like.

I love being right there with them, in that moment, understanding their turn-ons from their perspectives.

There's just one problem: Understanding their fetishes from their perspective can lead to acquiring those fetishes.

The easiest ones to acquire aren't the straight fetishes, they're the little kinks and roleplay scenarios. Sure, I liked the Catholic schoolgirl thing (after recovering from, well, being a Catholic schoolgirl), especially the schoolgirl bent over the knee for a spanking thing, but I didn't think I'd like age play, or Daddy's Little Girl, or a lot of other common fantasies along those lines. I always thought gender-bending was sexy, but never thought I'd get into forced feminization the way I did. Then I tried them, and understood them, and liked how I reacted to them. Now they're right up there in my list of turn-ons.

Next, you start to internalize the serious fetishes and the paraphilias... especially the common ones, like foot fetishes. Shiny cherry-red nail polish on pretty bare feet... how could you not want to touch them, smell them, beg her to rub her feet all over your skin? I see so much T & A when I'm online or on campus anymore that it's not what I notice, or what catches my eye. I love a good pair of breasts more than I really want to admit here but lately... it's legs. Legs and black stockings and high, glossy black heels. Mmm. They're just so feminine and sexy, without being directly sexual. Whenever I see a woman with the right pair of legs, showing them off, with a nice pair of shoes showing off her sexy feet I just want to lick them. So I can understand all those guys and girls out there who feel the same way.

Let me tell you, I always liked pretty girls dressed up but the leg, stocking, and shoe thing is less than a month old and it's already to the point where looking at my own black leather heels gets me wet. The foot fetish sympathy is probably 6 months old. I've learned to do all kinds of things with my toes since then, like... type. (And give amazing foot jobs. I'll admit it!)

I'm kind of scared as to what I'll pick up next. Having my sexual tastes shifting so often and so quickly is fun, but so confusing to my fuckbuddies.

So who wants to be next to warp my libido?

How to Fuck the Adult Industry, Politician-Style

2005-09-15T05:52:00.000-05:00

It's the Revenge of 2257, as dished out by Congress.

This won't affect phone sex as much as everyone else, but for phone sex operators and cam girls who supplement voice with pictures, this is going to spell deep, impossible shit.

I'll post some commentary later, when I'm feeling less sad and sick about the new 2257-related bill/amendment (it was tacked on to H.R. 3132 as an amendment, and it looks like that's going up for consideration in the next couple of days, if not sooner).

From XBiz:

New 2257-Related Bill Could Spell Big Trouble for Industry

WASHINGTON — Rep. Mike Pence, R-Ind., this week introduced a bill before Congress that would strengthen the recently amended 2257 record-keeping requirements and heap even more restrictive provisions on the adult entertainment industry.

The bill authorizes forfeiture of assets related to both child pornography and obscenity cases, expands administrative subpoena power in obscenity cases and broadly prohibits the production, transport, distribution and sale of obscene materials...

From AVN:

New Federal Law Proposes To End Adult Video Production
By: Mark Kernes
Posted: 6:25 pm PDT 9-14-2005

WASHINGTON - Rep. Mike Pence (R-Ind.), one of the most religio-conservative politicians in Congress today, has introduced House Resolution (H.R.) 3726, which would amend several federal laws, including the Recordkeeping and Labeling Act (18 U.S.C. §2257). The move marks the Religious Right's most blatant attempt yet to destroy the adult video industry, this time by granting the Justice Department increased powers to target adult producers within a state, without having to wait for them to ship their product across state lines.

H.R. 3726, which was first introduced on Monday, has been added as a rider to the Children's Safety Act of 2005, H.R. 3132, which was scheduled for a full Judiciary Committee hearing today. However, H.R. 3132 was apparently fast-tracked, since the bill, with CPPA 2005 added to it, was passed by the House today, and now goes to the Senate for consideration ... and likely passage...

All of this happened in a couple of days. Katrina aid didn't get pushed through Congress that quickly.

I'm going to lie down now and seek the comfort of my vibrator, laptop, and new gangbang porno. Nothing like a little shameless cock-filled (double meaning intended) escapism. After news like this there's no way I could sleep without a filled, fucked and sore pussy.

By the way, if you have broadband and haven't tried adult video on demand, it's really worth trying. There are pay per minute options, downloaded rental options... pretty convenient way to get your smut. I tried it for the first time last night (AEBN.net, if you're curious- that's where the link above goes) and I was very happy with how smooth the whole process was- the sample clips and stills before purchasing were cool too. I'm kind of worried next semester's textbook money will be going toward spanking porn and hentai now... hehe.

That was the first porn video I ever bought for myself, too. I just lost my porn purchasing virginity... does it still count if you've already been paid to get naked?

Switch Blogging

2005-09-13T15:27:00.000-05:00

I just realized you can tell I'm a switch, just from this blog.

Submissive female bloggers seem to have definite style and writing conventions- or maybe themes, not conventions. I'm not sure. I'm a dreamer and an idealist, sure, but I've never been romantic enough to fit in with most submissive females online so I didn't really notice it until my sex blog consumption went way up. The more romantic streak is still there, it's just something subtle. Something I've buried. The idea of a default or "natural" dynamic between male and female bothers me, partly because I'm a switch and partly because I'm so taken with the idea of submitting to dominant women.

I have to wonder if this is a red flag or a turnoff for my dom callers, or if they just don't care. Probably they don't read the blog anyway.

This entry's kind of a departure in a way- I'm generally pretty honest in the blog, but my phone persona has been a little more innocent, a little more easy to sweep off her feet, than I really am. I'm probably going to keep it that way, because it works for my "character" but there you have it.

The Argument for Porn, and a Funny

2005-09-13T04:42:00.000-05:00

XBiz introduced me to this adult industry blog today: impoverishedNOOBS

Their latest entry pretty much expresses how I feel about porn. I like it visual, auditory, and written, softcore bondage and hardcore DP, interracial, bisexual, and fantastical. Pretty much all over the place.

Maybe I'll write more about my stance later but right now it's early and I have classwork, so...

I think there's a reason, and a good one, that a lot of porn doesn't contain much relationship-oriented, warm affectionate content. I like that, when it's genuine and hot and not cheesy, but I only like it sometimes. If I'm horny and no one is there to help me out, a lot of times it'll make me feel a little lonely (not that it should- but it does), and feeling lonely and sad isn't conducive to orgasms. With purely sex focused porn, I can take my mind off my loneliness, anxiety, or boredom and just focus on coming all over my fingers. It's relaxing and I'm usually in a better mental state afterwards.

It beats the hell out of stress eating, right?

That's also one of the things I like about phone sex. I'm orgasm company. It's great to have a warm friendly voice on the line, talking to you, listening to you, coming with you. And even if I've just come and need a breather, and can't come right along with you, it's genuine; my interest is genuine. I like being around people when they're aroused, and when they're coming, and afterward. To me the whole process is not only fun but wicked interesting. I'm just endlessly fascinated by sex.

I've never called a phone sex girl for myself (yet) but every so often I do think about it... I'm not sure if I'd want to suffer at the hands of a beautiful, merciless domme or switch and play with another subbie girl. I'm really curious to see what it's like from the other end.

When it happens, when I give in, I'll blog about it.

In the meantime, it's the work week- you guys need a good laugh as much as I do, right? The ever awesome ErosBlog found the mail order sex catalog customer service stories I hoped I'd never read. They were so good I had to read them out loud to my roomies.

Submission (kinda personal)

2005-09-09T22:12:00.000-05:00

It's really frustrating to be submissive at 19, and know it, and not be ready for a committed, exclusive relationship, and know it. I'm bisexual and not only do I have too short an attention span for just one guy, nothing makes me lose my head like a beautiful woman. I'm sure a lot of you can relate there.

I have this ache to care for someone, and serve them, and give them my whole self- let them mold me- and at the same time I just want to do all I can while I can. There are a lot of dominant men who would be very eager to train me, but only if they got to keep me. That's understandable and I'm not trying to say they wouldn't do an awesome job. These are quality dominants I'm talking about. I wouldn't feel comfortable training under a dom, becoming their submissive, but knowing that it was only a matter of time until I became restless and nervous and risked betraying that trust.

When you're a dominant's property, they don't share you unless they order you to be passed around like a party favor, available for anyone to use. (A big fantasy of mine and probably one reason doms never want to use it on me, I don't protest enough!) I haven't reached a level yet where I'm comfortable giving up that much control to someone else on a regular basis even in a vanilla relationship. That's one of the reasons I'm a phone sex submissive. I get to fulfill that need to serve dominant men, live out my fantasy of being used sexually, have all kinds of sexy masochistic fun, and nurture my submission until I can give it deeply and with no reservations.

Right now I'm so hesitant and scared in some ways. I'm just finding out who I am on my own, and I want so badly to give that to someone else to mold and train and shape me. I want them to beat me into whatever shape they want me to hold. When I start to give over control though, real control, something inside me says I'm losing an escape route, and so I try to run away from it. I'm trying to get past that- it's something I'll have to have under control before I'm good enough to present myself to any dom.

I've met someone who I think can help with that- an older (around 30) guy from one of my classes (let's call him Greg). He's very dominant but not lifestyle, not around the clock. He's got a craving for training and using a new girl though, and doesn't mind that he won't get to keep me. Greg told me he doesn't really have time for a full time submissive (he says it's too much work to keep submissive females busy), so this should work out for both of us. I'll keep you all posted as to how that goes!

Don't worry, it's not going to get all relationshippy in here. I like to keep those things private. I'll just have all kinds of... interesting stories to tell you all.

Phone sex (and my ass)

2005-09-06T12:43:00.000-05:00

Thanks for all the fun calls lately! I've noticed a lot of new Niteflirt members checking out my recorded listing and pic set too this weekend. That makes me pretty happy and I hope all my new guys (and any gals) liked them! Let me know if you have ideas for phone sex recordings you'd like to see- I'm going to do a new one this week, and I'm taking requests.

I'm not on much during the day, and it seems like that's when a lot of people are reading my blog, so now seems like a good time to say this: I do appointments. There's no deposit, and it's easy to do. You just arrange an appointment with me when I'm not available, choosing a date and time that are good for you (if it's less than 12 hours from the time you're making it, you're better off trying a callback because I might be out or asleep), and if the appointment time is more than 12 hours away from the time you contact me to arrange it, I can make it no matter what time you pick, day or night. If I ever can't make an appointment call, I'll let you know as far in advance as possible so we can reschedule, and you'll get something special for the inconvenience. You of course can cancel at any time if something comes up (again, no charge).

It's pretty cool- one of the things I like about Niteflirt. You can reserve your own personal slut, set aside some time whenever's convenient for you (this works really well for my non-US guys) and for my dominant callers, you can start setting up a scene in advance or give me an assignment to do before the call. (I've had a couple of my dom callers do this, and it's really fun for us both!)

Speaking of phone sex callers, I've had some fun ones lately. I couldn't sleep on Sunday night so I spent early Monday morning logged in- unusual for me- and I'm glad, because I got spanked. Theme of the night: my butt.

I got a call from a sexy guy who had the same problem I did; he was horny and couldn't sleep, but his wife was still asleep. So was the guy I had over, so we had some fun together. He was really into anal sex and I love having my ass played with, spanked, teased...

I played with my asshole, bent down in front of him, on my hands and knees. He was kneeling behind me- watching the show. I spread my cheeks apart for him and he dove in for a lick, tonguing my little hole and teasing me. I started running my fingers along the slit of my pussy. I reached back and popped my wet finger into his mouth so he could taste both holes at once... We got more and more turned on together. Halfway into the call I was begging him to fuck my ass. He did, hard and deep, and called me his good girl. Mmm.

Niteflirt has taught me one thing: I should've gone to college in the midwest. There are some very smart, very sexy spanking fetishists there and I had one Monday morning (lucky me!). He caught me not long after my ass got pounded, so I was still recovering at first, and the idea of a good over the knee spanking after that, right on the sweet spot, where my butt rounds off and curves between my legs to meet my pussy, was awesome. He was pretty talkative too, so we got to talk about music and college and spanking porn and I told him something about the basement office of my high school principal (it was an old building; the layout was a little bizarre), a ruler, and me that would have gotten that school reported if I hadn't been too afraid they'd tell my parents why I was down there in the first place!

He had a spanking porno going and he let me listen in- the next time he calls I'm going to ask what the name of it was because the girl in it sounded yummy.

Katrina

2005-09-06T10:27:00.000-05:00

I haven't posted about the situation in New Orleans yet because I've been too sad and too pissed off to say anything coherent. I've tried- all that happens is I start ranting, and this isn't a rant blog. Let's just say that 1) I have family in the Gulf Coast and 2) This was a catastrophic, and very preventable, system failure and it seems like it was due to deliberate ignorance in a lot of ways (that's the nice way of putting it). My heart goes out to all who are from New Orleans, all who have friends and family there and most of all the thousands of people still stuck in that city.

I wish I could do more than donate- I wish I had a helicopter. I'd be there right now. It pisses me off to see people who have the ability and the responsibility to act ignoring that responsibility- and the people who picked those people have been letting them get away with it for too long.

Please help the citizens of New Orleans and their now homeless pets however you can.

Phone Sex and Cocksucking

2005-09-03T04:24:00.000-05:00

Every night, at the end of it, has a theme. I always get phone sex calls in streaks. There were two themes tonight- cocksucking and disconnects (I had some cell phone guys).

Cocksucking is the pizza of phone sex calls. It's a classic that everyone craves once in a while and few people really dislike. Phone dommes of course will have a totally different perspective on this- namely strap-on worship- but as I'm more of a phone submissive I'm usually the girl on my knees, deepthroating my vibrator or dildo until I gag. In real life I have a fetish for giving head so it's cool with me!

Seriously, there's just something about the way a cock feels in your mouth- the texture against your tongue, the slipperiness of it when it bobs past your lips, the way it feels when your throat constricts around it... To me, giving a blowjob is very sensual and a little worshipful, but also with aspects of control. It's a power rush, to see how turned on I make someone, how I can make them react, but at the same time taking someone's shaft or pussy into your mouth- restricting your breathing a little, and making it very hard to talk, so you can't do more than moan into their flesh- feels very submissive.

I got to be a blackmailed sex slave tonight, do some cock worship and get shoved down hard on that cock at the very end- pretty sexy stuff! The call flowed pretty smoothly too. We really clicked. There are always some calls that just flow like that, some that are a little awkward at first but heat up and some that I'm just not sure are working for the guy, where I'm not sure what to do. It's frustrating because I genuinely like making people happy- don't be too shy to give me directions! I'm submissive! Besides, it's your dime and I want you to be happy.

I actually had a guy tonight that called me a liar... heh. I've only had a couple of those yet. It always confuses me a little, but this guy had me the most confused I think. It didn't help that our connection wasn't the best- I couldn't really hear him that well.

He asked me what I thought were weird questions- like "How do I know you really want to get me off?" Well, if I didn't want to, I wouldn't have logged in. I'd said I was bored and horny- which is true for me about 80% of the time, unless I'm eating, sleeping or busy, none of which I was- and he said it sounded like I just made that up.

That's because he never heard me make shit up. I'm a better liar than that. Actually people believe me more often when I'm lying than when I'm telling the truth, so how's that for ya? (Now about 5 people will be trying to figure out if, when I sound like I must be telling the truth, this means I've gotta be lying. Let me just say I don't bother to lie that often. It's easier than trying to figure out that headache!) If I was going to make something up, it would have been something more interesting. "Oh, I was just sitting here putting acupuncture needles into my breasts." That's interesting (and very sexy). "I just got out of the shower and I'm rubbing lotion on my legs." A little more normal, but still sexy. Also, sometimes true.

Anyway, we bantered back and forth about that for a couple of minutes- I kept trying to figure out what he wanted, and he kept challenging me. For all I know he wanted to challenge me. Some guys like that. He did start telling me about his favorite sexual positions- one of them was a big favorite of mine too- but then he hung up, and I have no idea why. I really would've liked to have had fun with the guy, he had a sexy voice and we could've had fun phonefucking each other.

Now's a good time to say this: Calls don't have to be awkward. If they start out that way they can still get better. I'm not a mind reader. If you want to wait while I get my Tarot deck out to try to divine your sexual fantasies, you're more than welcome to, but it's easier for you to just tell me because I'm not that great a guesser. If you don't want to do much (or any) talking, and just want me to describe a fantasy or a story, let me know- I'll run with it. If you want more or less description, say something. I'll change it up for you. I won't be personally offended, promise! I'd rather know what to do right than have no idea what I did wrong- or whether or not you got disconnected or hung up for some random unrelated reason (like you were done, or someone walked in). And don't be shy if you have a specific or weird fantasy, or even if you just want some hot sex. It takes a lot to outweird me and I'm not going to laugh at you, unless you ask me to or we're laughing together.

My regular guys usually tell me right off the bat- this is what I want, this is how we can play it out. And from there, they'll give me style pointers here and there- more gagging, less description- or I'll figure it out from what gets the best vocal/breathing responses from them. When a caller's pretty quiet and doesn't let me know what they want that night, then I have to fish or guess. I'll try to fish first- asking about fantasies and positions- but if that fails and/or I can't hear you then all I can do is guess. I'm a submissive- I like getting instructions.

Shy guys have a special place in my heart. I understand not everyone feels comfortable saying, "I want you to be the high school girl I blackmail, then rape." I don't mind teasing it out of you, it can be fun, but it helps if you help me out. That way you get what you really want and I get to know you got what you really wanted. Awesome all around.

Some guys seem to think they have to worry about whether or not I'm really enjoying every fantasy I do, or whether I'm just saying I like it to do the call. Now, this is something that happens in the industry sometimes but if it's something like doggystyle odds are I'm not lying. Relax, if I didn't like my job I'd do something else. Truth is, I do enjoy pretty much every fantasy on some level (and I don't just mean the money level). For example scat might not be my thing but I can get into the submission aspects.

I do try to get into every call, and it almost always works. I do this because I genuinely like getting turned on along with my callers, and because it helps me understand what turns them on. I do this job because I love turning other people on and getting to play out their fantasies. Yes. I really do want to get you off, and I care about whether or not you got off (if you wanted to), and whether or not you were happy. It matters a lot to me.

I am NOT laughing at you. Swear to God(s). I might have the occasional "What the fuck?" moment when a caller does something I totally don't expect but as you know from reading, 9 times out of 10 it's not about their fantasy or fetish, it's some question they asked me, something about the expectations of the call.

If you want to get off together, we can do that. I don't mind... But let me just say this. I'm young, yeah. I'm submissive, yeah. But I can take care of my mental and emotional health. I'm also not a horrible cynical bitch. If your calling me when I'm not desperate to get off bothers me that much I won't log on, or won't take that call. If I'm logged on, I'm prepared to deal with whatever you want to throw at me. Relax and throw it, already.

I'm a full time student. That means this is a part time job. That means I'm not logged on all the time. I'm not filing my nails thinking, "Gee, not another damn anal call." When I have to eat or pee or sleep or rest my throat from a scene with a lot of crying, gagging and screaming, I'll log off or put myself on alerts for a few, so if I can't take the call I won't take it. I don't have a schedule or set hours- my schedule is very rough and only so my guys will have some vague idea of what times I might be around. I tend to sometimes ignore it completely. Those are pretty good clues I'm working for myself and not for a service!

One of my old regulars from when I first started called tonight- I hadn't caught him in a couple of months, so we got to catch up which was pretty cool. He didn't have a lot of time tonight but we had some fun molesting my roommate in his sleep (hehe). I got to lick some quality balls tonight.

My last call of the night was an interracial force fantasy- the guy had a deep sexy voice and made sure to use all three holes nice and rough, so we had fun together.

One last reminder to the guys who worry- for whatever reason- that I'm not enjoying the calls: I always, always log off for the night smiling. And no, not because of the money. This job is so fun it doesn't feel like a job sometimes. I guess some guys expect every word out of a phone sex operator's mouth to be a lie, and when they mention a fantasy or position and I say, "Oh, I love that!" and they mention something totally different and I say, "That's one of my favorites" it can sound a little fake. It's not fake, I just have a lot of different perverted interests. I'm enthusiastic about sex because, well, if I wasn't I'd make a pretty unhappy sex worker. It's kind of something that self-selects. There aren't too many IS majors who don't feel comfortable with technology. (I say not too many because I've known three, but they were career changers and working to overcome that fear, which is commendable.)

So, my guy tonight who wasn't sure I was into it, I was into it. I hope we can get into it together sometime again soon, and you can get into and out of it, and hear all the fun wet squishy sounds that I make when we're both into it.

Have an awesome weekend everyone. It's 5 freaking 30 in the morning. I need to sleep and rest my tired, happy phone ho ass. Thanks for all the awesome calls- I'll be back tomorrow.

PS- And I'll be doing the special from the last post until next Saturday. Enjoy!

Podnography Interview

2005-09-02T19:47:00.000-05:00

And now for that surprise I mentioned- Sam Sugar over at Podnography interviewed me a week or so ago, and it's live right now. It's a great show this week as always; if you want to hear smutcasters interviewing a street preacher, the latest porn news and gossip, and the dark secret behind my last post, you'll want to listen. Go. Now.

If you're about to call me and you found me through Podnography, let me know! It's cool to know where you guys are finding me- and there might be some follow up.

Hi to all the new readers this week. I'll stop ranting about gaming and get back to normal tonight! I swear, it's the theme of the week or something.

To my guy on the cell phone today: Sorry it cut you off sweetie! If you want to try back when you're getting some reception I'd love to hear your voice again.

Oh, and I'm running a special tonight. If you tell me where you found me when you call, after the call I'll send you two free minutes for next time.

Obscenely Good Links

2005-08-31T01:41:00.000-05:00

I have all kinds of updates to post- so much to write about- and lots of fun phone sex calls to share with you. Problem is, I wound up having to swap out two of my classes about a week in, so I'm a week behind in my new ones (Econ and Principles of eCommerce, if you wanted to know). So, until your intrepid phone sex slut can post all this goodness, she's- uh, I mean I'm- going to find ways to keep you occupied until tomorrow or Thursday.

And that means links.

First off is Sam Sugar of SugarBank.com. In another life, maybe he'll be my dirty uncle. A girl can dream...

He's got a great series up right now on making your podcasts more professional. We've come a long way from Audioblogger posts in the bathroom. It's a little intimidating. But I've got a fairly decent (I hope!) microphone on order right now, and his guide answers a lot of my questions, so we'll see where that goes. (My next post should have more on phone sex podcasting.)

Porn star Selena Silver has a blog, and it's a good one. Of course I'm going to think it's good- she's sexy and she agrees with me on politics! She recently commented on the disturbing fact that, according to the Attorney General, the #1 U.S. law enforcement priority will be obscenity. Yep, who cares if people are being shot in the streets? Somebody somewhere might be filming illicit bondage butt sex. I can imagine the FBI's psyched about this. Every potential agent goes in thinking, "Gee, I want to serve my country by chasing after rogue pornographers."

From the original article:

"While there are crimes like drugs and public corruption in Miami, this is also a form of corruption and should be a priority," said Anthony Verdugo, director of the Christian Family Coalition in Miami. "Pornography is a poison and it's addictive. It's not a victimless crime. Women are the victims."

Fun fact: Pornography is only a poison if you try to lick the coating off the DVDs.

As for addiction, I have to say the truth. Gaming is not a victimless crime. Every year, thousands of students across the nation scramble to pass their classes due to the addictive nature of gaming. Computer, video, and tabletop alike are known to cause gamertoxins- anyone who's sat too close to a true addict knows that gamers secrete these sweaty toxins from their very pores. Gaming causes its victims to lose sleep, friends, significant others, mysterious chunks of time, and also apparently all desire to get in the shower and go to class (I have yet to reach this last step- something about being slippery and wet excites me).

Forget obscenity- our true enemy is an even more insidious form of escapism! I mean, it's not like people have the ability to stop of their own free will or anything. At least with porn, you'll eventually become too chafed and have to quit for the night. I've heard of kids in Asia that go for 48+ hour gaming marathons. I've gone for at least 24.

Gonzales obviously needs to get his priorities straight. I need to be protected from myself. Take my dice away, Gonzales. I've had enough.

If you need something smart and sexy to wipe the images of sweaty gamers away, Figleaf's Real Adult Sex is perfect. It's a great blog about sex, porn, and all the other things I think about all day long. Which reminds me, it's time to stop my geeky rants and get back on topic.

I'll be posting some good stuff tomorrow or Thursday, so don't let this post scare you away! I'm going to write some erotica now... see you then. XO.

Nerd Fetish / I love my callers

2005-08-23T22:39:00.000-05:00

As more and more people are proudly wearing the geek badge, I'm noticing the vicious social underbelly of the antisocial.

Bear with me here. I swear to Pan I'm not drunk.

It's this kind of, well, trendy elitist shit just like you'd get anywhere else. Depending on the geek culture in question it's clothing based, hobby based, IQ based or "meritocratic" which translates to "if you're not omniscient, fake it, or you will be mercilessly mocked." Seriously, I've noticed that fear of being wrong seems to be much more prevalent amongst my kind, especially the males.

I mean, it's not that I can't understand why. When your knowledge is the center of your identity and your self-worth, as well as what you're judged on by your peers, any threat to that, any loss of face is to be avoided. It's just that I'm finally moving past that. I'm tired of the whole "it's cool not to be cool" thing, and I think it's silly how many people try to drag that out throughout their adult lives.

I've been a socially awkward misfit my whole life, and I was kind of an elitist snob in self defense, and I'm finally getting over it. I'm not going to try to impress anyone, I'm not going to try to dumb myself down, I'm just going to relax and accept the fact that when you hang out with the people who would've sat at the same empty table with you in high school, someone is going to be more of an achiever than you, someone will be smarter, someone will be handier with computers, and someone will just generally know more shit. I liked being the person who knew shit. I got used to being the smart kid, even if I was never the achiever, and I'm realizing that I don't have to worry about being the smart kid all the time.

Wow, what a cheesy pop drama moment that was.

All that aside, I do have a nerd fetish, or more precisely a geek fetish, because geeks are just so much more laid back about some things. I like guys who understand that just because I have breasts, I don't necessarily know how to charm the pants off of people (uhm, outside of work), who will actually laugh at my horrible SF/F related jokes and who don't think it's weird to actually enjoy reading books. Like, for fun.

I'll pass on anyone who foams at the mouth when speaking about Macs, though, thanks.

Nothing against Macs myself - I've used them, I like them, I just won't switch because I like actually getting to play with my hardware and messing around with the innards - but feverish Mac evangelists freak me out.

Mac people aside, I'm becoming a much more laid-back person lately and not trying to compare myself to other people all the time. I don't feel the same need to prove myself. It's a cool feeling.

Actually I think phone sex is really helping my self-confidence in some ways. I know I'll have something to fall back on if I lose my legs or get carpal tunnel (that ever-present computer geek phobia). I'm learning how to talk to all these different kinds of people- and I'm actually liking it. I'm flirting with total strangers who see me posing naked in front of my Data bookends (yes... I said it) and still think I'm some kind of awesome, kinky babe - or at least a cute but dirty submissive slut.

I'm not in-your-face about being a Smart Girl™ in my listings (although I can get pretty obnoxiously geeky in the blog, but what are you expecting? It's a blog!) but most of my callers still treat me like a smart, nice, but absolutely filthy kind of girl, which is cool. They're paying me to act like a nasty phone sex slut, it's not like we're random people doing it for free, so my pleasure isn't a prerequisite for the deal - which makes it even nicer that most of my guys will say thank you before they hang up, or even give me a nice quick little compliment, or even chitchat with me or try to tease out some of my fantasies, in a way that lets me know they're genuinely curious rather than fetishizing their own abilities to please a woman (although those guys are fun calls, too).

I don't expect it - I'm there to do my job, and I genuinely like doing my job - but it's awesome that my guys give me such fun times and on top of that are so genuinely nice and sweet. Nice and perverted, too. Yum.

To all my callers and mail guys out there: I love you guys. You genuinely put a smile on my face (and from time to time some wet spots in my panties, hee hee) and make me feel deliciously dirty - I really hope I can do the same for you. Thanks for calling, reading, both, whichever... and let me know if there's ever something I can do to make that smile bigger. I live to serve. ;)

How to Talk Dirty

2005-08-19T15:18:00.000-05:00

It was a Google search on that fateful phrase that first led me to my present career in phone sex.

Melodrama aside, here are some of my favorite links with advice on how to talk dirty to your boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband, illicit sex plaything, or next obscene phone call victim. After you read the articles, try them out- it'll give you something to do on a Friday night besides read my blog. Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Here are some of my favorites, in no particular order:

The Art of Dirty Talk
Quiet, focused sex can be intense and climactic -- but sex where one of you makes noise, opens your mouth and says things to crank up the heat can be some of the most concentrated and profound sex imaginable.

Violet's how-to article is short and sweet. It covers the basics in a very friendly way without getting too relationshippy, making this the perfect one to start with.

Dirty Talk 101
Have you wanted to unleash that wild side of yours through dirty talking, but haven’t found the courage, or don’t even know where to start? Here we have gathered techniques to teach beginners exactly how to do so. There are tips for breathing, body movements, sounds and the actual phrases themselves.

Talking Dirty 102
These are some basics guidelines to keep in mind. Like deep breaths and sounds, your words should also be in sync with the rhythm you have just created. The inhale breath should almost always be heard by your partner and you should speak in the “sexy voice” on the exhale breath. Enunciate all your words to your best degree.

The above two articles are part of a series. They're long, but very detailed- full of tips on breathing, vocalization, even body movements, as well as the actual act of saying fucking nasty things.

Talk Dirty to Me
He or she may say a picture is worth a thousand words, but in the bedroom the sound of a lover's voice can turn us on, bring us closer together, and charge our sex lives with a new element of fantasy and communication. Imagine the power the sound of your lover's voice has over the telephone when you're separated by distance, and then imagine that voice, stripped raw in the passion of the moment, telling you all the naughty, beautiful or emotional things you've always wanted to hear.

I bought my first vibrator from these guys. Their article has a more couples-oriented focus. They break dirty talk down into phases- it's kind of a neat system actually.

Sex and Relationships: Dirty Talk

Another quickie, relationship oriented. By now a lot of these are starting to sound repetitive as far as general tips, so look at the details- what they suggest doing, the fantasies and phrases they mention. The great thing about talking dirty is that everyone has their own style, and sampling from different sources helps you build yours.

Talking Dirty In Bed
Just the other night, while you and your girlfriend were in bed getting it on, she managed to get her lips close enough to your ear and whispered those four little words that leave just about every man completely confused: "Talk dirty to me."

Talking dirty in the bedroom, from a guy's perspective.

Erotic Talk

This article is long as hell. It's actually from a 1999 sexuality.org workshop handout- and it's excellent, with reviews of books dealing with erotic talk, and various comments about the phone sex industry. This article is especially good for sex workers. It's not so much specifically about technique, but it covers a lot.

Phone Sex

Not the greatest article on the topic, and not geared toward pro phonesex, just amateur phone play, but it's worth reading. I've seen it somewhere else before though, and I'm not entirely sure which place had it first...

Talking Dirty

2005-08-17T23:12:00.000-05:00

So I'm sensing a lot of people have been turning up at my blog lately looking for information on how to talk dirty.

It's midnight and I have to get up in a few hours, but I'll be posting some links (by "some" I mean you'll have a wide selection) later on today/tomorrow, and eventually a how-to entry or something when I get a chance, plus more fun, or at least funny, caller entries.

I'd do it today for sure but it's going to be pretty busy... College orientation that night, have an appointment in the afternoon, and a secret surprise in the morning.

It's not really a secret, but you'll all find out soon enough... Let's just say you'll get to hear the voice behind the sexy madness, even if you don't call me for phone sex. But you should still call me for phone sex, because I make people ~~sticky~~ smile.

Anyone else notice that new Blogspot navbar's Flag button doesn't show up for all blogs? To me that doesn't seem quite right. I wonder what criteria make a Flag? button show up on the navbar... witness, two adult blogs, recently Fleshbotted. The first for me shows a Flag? option- the second doesn't.

Flaggable: http://iamlibrarygirl.blogspot.com

Not Flaggable: http://theswansheart.blogspot.com

I don't get it, honestly. They're both pretty sexy- um, I mean adult- they've both been around a while... And let me say I have yet to see a Flag? option on a vanilla blog. A blog doesn't have to be about sex to be objectionable, am I right?

I'm a little tired of hitting that next button and getting a blog with 10 entries that are nothing but links and keyword text, personally. I may not advertise with dignity, but damn it, I at least have better filler text.

(If you say it's filler text I'll cry. Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?)

Edit: My blog has a Flag button! Although it's weird that I would be given the option to flag my own blog, I'm kind of flattered in a way. I'm special, or at least suspected of being objectionable, which is one step down from being popular!

I hope I'm not objectionable though. I mean, I'm a good netizen... I've never spammed, I know how to chmod, I even rescue warm fuzzy malnourished kitties and do phone sex to pay their vet bills. Who can object to that?

Walken for President

2005-08-16T05:44:00.000-05:00

From the campaign letter:

"Stepping up to the forefront of politics is a new type of leader, motivated by his love for his country, not special interest groups. His distinct image and captivating voice you already know, and now it's your chance to make him the leader of the people, for the people, by the people. That's right... Christopher Walken is running for President."

Yes, he's taking this seriously.

I am so psyched about this. Not only am I a fan, I honestly think he'd make a great president. He's posting the rest of his platform later this week at the official Walken for President website, Walken2008.com.

Now, with pro-censorship, tries to be centrist in the wrong way Hillary the potential Democratic frontrunner, and whatever Bush clone we get for the Republicans, Walken looks like an excellent choice. Plus you have to admit, a tapdancing president with a menacing stare would just be utterly cool.

...Pity it's a hoax.

Just one more...

2005-08-13T03:29:00.000-05:00

Okay, last post of the night, I promise. (Says the compulsive liar...)

My last post before tonight's triply orgasmic posting was my wicked cute (and sexy, did I mention sexy?) schoolgirl pics. Guess what my last call of the night was?

Catholic schoolgirl babysitter roleplay! Oh yeah. (I'm a sucker for ageplay, sexual roleplay, and, um, regular roleplay. One day I will combine the three at once and make some heads explode.) The guy (T.) was hot, and I was grinding in his lap, begging him to fuck me- and meaning every word, except of course the part where I said I was a virgin. I'm, ah, pretty sure he knew I was roleplaying there.

I've gone through phases with this job where I don't need to be turned on to do the calls or even feel the need to try, but it does help me do better, it helps me focus, and the weird thing is with the shorter calls that come at random, I'm getting better at getting turned on wicked quickly. I'm now in the habit of taking my pants off two minutes into a call. This could make public phone calls awkward- I'll have to be careful.

Maybe getting laid regularly would change that, maybe I'd be up more for acting than playing along. I don't even mean to play along half the time anymore... it just happens. I don't even always let myself come. It's like a low-grade sexual buzz that follows me all day (or until I can't hold back, or get a caller that wants me to come, right when I'm ready to). It's frustrating, but I tried just shutting it off and I get really, really crazy and bitchy when that happens.

Okay. Just said no overly personal entries... Oops. I am wicked sorry.

See, I just need to be kept in line, otherwise I start to mouth off... But you know how to keep me in line, right?

Thought so.

Quickie

2005-08-13T03:12:00.000-05:00

After that long-ass ramble, I think we both needed one, didn't we?

What I've been reading tonight:

My inspiration, and an outside echo of my thoughts lately, said better and truer than I ever could. Also Melissa's back posts... I catch up in bursts.

What happens when I Google "elf phone sex" (by the way, elfporn.com went away before I could buy one of their "Ears make the best handles" t-shirts and wear it to a game. Sad... and faeriefantasies.com went away too, thanks to the updated 2257 regs. The world needs more elf porn, dammit.): "Call me a nerf-herder."

Yes, I saw that sketch. Yes, it made me laugh harder than anything I've seen on SNL in years. No, it isn't accurate... though if anyone in the viewing audience is up for elf phone sex, then call me your pointy-eared bitch, because I am so up for it.

(Useless geeky side note: Anyone else find themselves wondering how a drow dominatrix would do on Niteflirt? Is it sad that I was afraid to blog that thought, because I've been toying with the idea of using it? Oh, come on, they're perfect for the role, admit it... Female supremacy/ritual sex fetishists, eat your hearts out.)

Truthfulness

2005-08-13T02:48:00.000-05:00

They say once you've lied to someone once, they'll never believe you again.

I lie for a living. I'm good at that.

The thing with lies is they're never fully true- but they're never fully false, either, otherwise it might still be a lie but it's really just an incorrect statement. Lies mislead, whether they're correct or incorrect.

I lie without even thinking about it sometimes, in situations where it makes no sense to lie. I'll lie by accident and then realize I can't retract it or I'll look very stupid, unless it was obviously just a slip of the tongue. I lie in situations where I don't gain from it, or gain very little. I still don't know why.

Truth has always seemed kind of flexible to me- or rather, words and ideas have. Meanings, feelings seem like the only thing that's true, because, well, you can feel if they're true or not. This is why I believe in gods without question but will double check the expiration date on the milk.

Which is not to say I don't question the gods. Actually I do this all the time. It annoys them, maybe. I dunno. "So what do I do noooooooowwww?" I must seem so damn whiny.

This is the first blog I've ever kept that has actually stuck to its intended topic and not gotten too personal and self-indulgent. I'm kind of liking not putting myself all the way out there. At the same time I crave that kind of brutal honesty.

Maybe it's because I lie so compulsively I do it without thinking that I feel the need to tell the truth about myself so brutally, to make such full disclosures.

I'm not doing that here. This blog is personal, but it's not a personal blog. I'm not going to start ranting about my spiritual wafflings, or my relationship problems (though I think I did that once and deleted the entry) or what have you. I like those kinds of blogs, I think they have meaning and purpose, and I like writing them but sometimes it's just nice to forget. I spend too many hours staring at the ceiling thinking. When I write it's nice to let my fingers do the thinking for me- just pound it out and go blank, and I only get that from honest self-indulgent journalling- but I'm too self-conscious right now. It won't happen now. It might happen later.

I'd like to talk about my hopes, my dreams, my friends and my fears. On the other hand the lighter tone of this one is fun to write and it's something novel for me. A new shiny toy, a pretty bauble for my Gemini magpie mind.

Three things help me not be here: Writing (journalling), MUDding, and sleep.

Sometimes I sleep and wake up more tired than I was before I slept. I must have exhausting dreams.

That's not sexy, I know. What is sexy is the fact that masturbation is a regular part of my nightly (okay, 4am-ish) bedtime routine. I just cannot fucking sleep unless I've come, some nights. The rest of the time it's just relaxing, helps me take my mind off things, unless I'm having one of those orgiastic torture nights where my clit's on fire, I'm trying and trying to come, I'm right on the fucking edge- and fall off about fifty times. I NEARLY have about 10 damn orgasms, but wind up having none. I end up very, very horny and sore and just wanting to be fucked (depending on how sore I am, or rather how roughly I fucked myself) and touched and licked until I pass out.

Then of course when I wake up... hand down the panties. It's like a reflex. I do this at the computer too, even when I'm not actually trying to jill off. It just wanders down for a moment- stroke, stroke, and flits away. Something is wrong with me. Oh, wait... I spent too much damn time on the internet as a teenager.

It could be worse, though. I could have spent it on the T getting "accidentally" dry-humped by crazy guys. Oh, wait, that happened too... hmm.

(Note: I don't actually feel any pressure whatsoever to be sexy. I'm not actually all that sexy, I'm kind of a goofy klutz pervert- but when I open my mouth, sex comes out. Or goes in. It depends.)

Shameless self-promotion

2005-08-10T01:02:00.000-05:00

Did I mention I'm a former Catholic schoolgirl?

It's not just a gimmick. It's the sad, sad truth. But hey, I got over my school uniform-related trauma and now it's one of my favorite kinks. You see, I kept the skirt. Yes. My Catholic school uniform from high school and I kept the damn skirt for my own nefarious and kinky uses.

I know you. You wanna see pictures.

At least I hope you do, because I just happen to have some... hee hee.

47 of them. In one convenient zip file for your one-handed viewing pleasure. (If you have the equipment and exhibitionistic urges, you can take pictures yourself... nothing boosts a girl's ego like seeing how turned on you are from looking at her, whether your cock is hard or your slit is wet. I won't post them, but if you do I'll link to it for ya.)

Here's a free sample, just because I love you guys.

These are clean in case any underage perverts are reading- also Blogger shrank the images and kinda fucked up the colors, the real ones are much better- but I put on a slutty little tease-style strip show, stripping out of the schoolgirl uniform until I'm totally naked. These are some of my favorite pics. The whole set is 47 pictures for 15.98, if you're interested.

Blog action will resume as normal, don't worry. This isn't an ad blog, it's a self-pimping for fun and profit blog, with much emphasis on the fun. No one shuts my sexy opinionated ass up that easily without a ball gag, dammit!

Lost my Buzz

2005-08-01T21:19:00.000-05:00

I woke up at an ungodly early hour this morning (for phone sex ops, that seems to be anything before 11) and I was dripping. Clawing the walls. In a sexual frenzy of Monday morning lust.

It's the first, time to make bank, so to the Sex Machine I go. My sweet little emachine tower, with about 16 Firefox tabs of pr0n open. Ahh. Caffeine begins to flow into my system. My left hand slides down my panties. I grab my phone and log in to Niteflirt.

I had three calls this morning; dirty old men and slutty teenagers were the theme of the day. First call: I'm a sexually experimental teenage slut (what a roleplaying stretch!) getting ridden rough by a guy just 10 years shy of being old enough to be my father. I get down on my knees and give him a sloppy wet blowjob, suck a little on his balls, and wrap my C cups around his cock for an old-fashioned tittyfuck. He knew what he wanted- and he coated my little teen pussy in his cum. ;) Hot call, but shorter- got me warmed up but didn't finish me off. Occupational hazard.

Dirty old(er) man number two liked my round young ass- but he would've liked it better at 15 (one of my favorite ages to roleplay), and for the same reason I loved my ass so much at 15: high, tight little cherry bubble butts that you just want to pop. With a strap-on, in my case, so I said that out loud... I think out loud sometimes. It makes me unelectable. We wound up sharing a high school freshman between the two of us, literally. She was on her hands and knees. I took the back end, juicing her up and then strapping one on to play with her, and I pulled her hair back to yank her head up, so we could make her suck his cock. It was fun- I thought of the prissy teenage girls who wouldn't sit at my lunch table, the ones with perfect bodies and perfect smiles and perfect hair, and I thought of taking one of those catty bitches and just ramming her right in the cunt while tugging her hair.

Ooookay. How many of you are still here?

Go wash your hands. I'll wait.

Hi. Yeah... okay. It was a little while between the second and the third calls, and my horniness had not abated, especially after the thoughts of hot taboo underage lesbian sex. Ehm... So, I started looking at monster cock porn. It's my flavor of the past week, although it's looking like transsexuals for August. Geminis- we can't help it, I swear. Here I am, with the head of my vibrator working just inside my kitty, looking at the free porn movie on Greenguy. I go to turn the dial, since I like to crank it after I've gotten it wet, and... nothing. Hmm. I try turning the other way. Nope. I tug it out and shake it. A few more dial turns... I'm getting desperate now, grinding my pubic bone into my chair. The dial won't turn anymore. I try again the other way. And again. I tighten the cap. The cap is fine. Did I break it? Already?

I unscrew the cap and the battery's dead (I lick it to be sure). I'm fresh out. Damn.

Just in the nick of time, the phone rings! Yay! Niteflirt is here, to save us all. Just my luck, too, this guy has a) a cute accent, although either his phone or mine was a leetle too quiet, and b) a craving, and possibly even a fetish, for stuffing and stretching out all 3 holes of one dirty whore. Again, that would be me.

Mmh. I hope his eardrums were okay. Some days, I'm a screamer.

Anyone in the viewing audience eager to pay a 25% tax on porn? If you haven't heard, this inane idea is now before the US Senate, with similar legislation being introduced in the House. It might be a good time to remind your elected officials that they aren't the only ones who enjoy a good jackin' session (or jilling, Gods know I'm all for jilling), and that when your hand, tentacle, or what have you is down your pants you don't want to shell out 25% more so the Dems can have another play at Republican Lite. People who want Republican Lite would rather vote Republican, and people who don't want Republican Lite are getting pretty damn sick of the Democrats ignoring their own party's values and moral issues to adopt whichever ones seem more popular.

Did I mention this 25% sin tax is going toward combatting the exploitation of children on the internet and in child porn, which, and this should be needless to say, has nothing, nada, crap whatsoever to do with adult, real pornography?

It's a good cause, yeah, but kids get exploited off the internet too, and there isn't always a record, and none of these have to do with adult porn unless real porn is being used as a grooming tool. I'm actually getting worried that the more common forms of exploitation- locally based, nonrecorded molestation, harassment and/or abuse by people in the kid's area code and usually in their community- is getting shoved to the sidelines. It's harder to demonize and be paranoid about all your neighbors than The Big Scary Internet or Those Evil Child-Corrupting Pornographers. And no, they don't want your kids as customers. Your kids can't legally buy the stuff. Your kids won't buy the stuff anyway, they'll steal it or sneak it for free just like you did when you were that age, just like I did a few years ago. Also, and most importantly: Your kids have no fucking money. They spend it all on iPods, designer sneakers and shit that honest, hardworking perverts like me can't afford.

Obsession

2005-07-16T21:37:00.000-05:00

I've got another obsessed caller.

He's a really fun caller, too. Very sadistic, very imaginative, there's good back-and-forth there, and the calls are just long enough for me to really get into it without murdering my throat. But he's one of those who thinks phone sex girls are going to date them, or at least call them for free.

I guess it's because I'm mostly submissive on calls, they forget that I'm actually a switch, so those orders to call them on their main line, or give them my personal number, are going to make Dominant Katie think long and hard about giving them something long and hard.

Ooh.

Not that I would of course- unless they asked for it. That's bad customer service. But I'm not going to have some guy calling my house at all hours, day or night, wanting me to go drive out to the interstate and flash oncoming cars or something. I know part of this is a fantasy for him, of total ownership, and I'll go along with that to an extent but I know I'm going to lose him soon, once he realizes that I'm going to hold firm on that no meetings, no home phone numbers thing.

On the other hand, the Tentacled One might take his place, once he realizes that 1.69/min is a bargain rate for phone sex. I wonder how he'd be on the phone...

I'm gonna do it.

2005-07-07T14:16:00.000-05:00

That's it.

I'm going to do it. I'm going to podcast, and you can't stop me.

Blame this guy.

I'm gonna do it, and it's going to be sexay.

(Hey all you podcasting/audio fanatics in the audience- cool ideas are always welcome. What would you like to hear?)

Quickie

2005-06-30T01:08:00.000-05:00

Any Something Positive fans in the audience?

Remember a couple days ago when Randy posted his number in his page title, right before he changed it, and dared people to call?

I left a message on his machine (moaning like a cheesy porn star while eating the best calzone I've ever eaten) inviting him to come to Pennsylvania and eat the calzone with me, and telling him that the story arc where Aubrey starts her own successful phone sex company inspired me to start my own business, and that I was profitable my first quarter. Then I said, "Thank you! You changed my life! By the way, love the comic," and hung up.

Dork? Me? Never.

Wow, my $100 phone bill for vacation internet access sucked. So did the dialup speeds that reminded me of sucking a monster thick frappe through a straw. Trying to take a call or two on my cell and giving up after a fun, long, awesome call got dropped no less than three times (maybe more) also, yea verily, sucked.

And this post made me laugh anyway. Thanks, girlie!

Phone Sex FAQ

2005-06-13T02:53:00.000-05:00

Okay, so I realized there are probably people reading this who have never called a phone sex line, or maybe people who are complete phone sex virgins (aww, c'mon, let me have your cherry! I'll be gentle... okay, maybe you won't believe that after the last post, but I can take it better than I dish it out!), so maybe this will cover some of the things you've been wondering about. ~smiles~

This is too short to be a real FAQ, it's just a couple of questions I get. A lot.

Yet another fucking long post- be warned!

Is this real? Are you really the girl in the pictures, are you really at home and not in some cubicle, are you really a middle-aged housewife instead of a college girl, are you really doing what you say you're doing on the phone, do you really live where you said you did, are you even really a woman?

One of the fun things about phone sex is that it's parts real and parts fantasy. Different girls will be upfront about different things- some girls are totally themselves, and use all their real information, and some girls don't use any of it. Most of us fall somewhere in the middle.

I use my nickname, not my full name; I fictionalize the other people in my life, to protect their privacy; I don't give out which college I go to, and I don't even consider meeting anyone I haven't known for a very long time, in phone sex or online in general.

I'm a real girl. I'm really in college, which is why I'm not on all day long- this is a part time job for me. I look and sound young because I am, and yeah, I use my own pictures because the idea of my callers really getting off to my image turns me on. Not all girls do, but a lot do, and I've seen some of the girls that don't- they're not dogs, they just have jobs as teachers, are more shy than I used to be, or have political aspirations. ~wink~ Oddly enough a lot of the "plainer" girls do use their own pictures. There really is somebody for everybody and it is such an ego boost to have guys looking at you and telling you you're pretty.

Phone sex cubicle farms died out a decade ago- when I was just a kid. Now everybody works from home in their panties, because it's flexible and fun. Why get out of bed at 6 am when you can stay in bed all night and make money?

I really like to play with myself on the phone. Sometimes I just can't do what the caller wants for real, for whatever reason- like they sound like they're in a hurry, they want ass play, and the toy they want is clear on the other side of the room, and I can't find my lube to save my life.

Sometimes I don't feel like it or the opposite- I'm afraid if I came close to cumming I'd be too distracted and fuck up the call. Sometimes my roommate is feeling bored and keeps walking in and out of my room so I have to make sure I don't look too bizarre if she busts in... Somebody remind me to install a door lock this month. But it's really part of the fun of this job to play along, at least it is for me! My one office job, I kept sneaking into the bathroom to masturbate at work, so it's kind of a perk.

No, I'm not really a woman. I'm actually a man with great breasts, a very feminine appearance, and an invisible penis. I have not had surgery. It's just invisible.

What scares me is that someone out there will believe that last one...

Are you really an IS major?

Okay, of all the things to make up, why the hell would I lie about that? If I was going to lie about my major, I'd say it was quantum physics, and impress people, or say I was a nursing major or premed, and play up the sexy nurse/doctor angle. If there's a sexy computer geek angle, I'm missing out on it because I don't wear sexy emo glasses. What would I say, anyway? "Mmm, baby, I want you to populate my fields?" "You're changing my permissions... I feel so open!" "You know what they say, Java programmers do it with class?" (Horrible pun. But I made you groan, one way or another.)

But, yeah, somebody really asked that. One of my favorite callers, too. Go figure.

Psst- if you still don't believe me, look very closely at the background of my picture. It gets worse- in some of the pictures, you can see me naked. Naked and standing in front of my Data bookends. That's just something that should never be.

Will you meet me?

Probably not. I like to know people for a long time first. Months, usually at least a year. And I make no guarantees. But just think of all the things you can say to me, knowing it won't make things awkward in person!

Will you meet me for money?

Babe, if I was an escort, I'd be making a hell of a lot more money an hour than I do with phone sex, which is still more than tech support pays around here, so that answers that question too. I've thought about it hard but it's probably not for me. It's an intimidating experience, and I just don't deal with people that well.

That goes for escorting too.

Playing Doctor 2

2005-06-13T02:13:00.000-05:00

(continued)

"Turn over and lie on your back, j. Keep your hands above your head or at your sides. I want those nipples exposed."

He stretched out across the bed, lengthwise, a long, lean line of golden-tanned skin and muscle. His head was thrown back, with his throat open to me- so vulnerable- and his brown eyes were wide and tensed with fear at the corners.

I don't top often, and there's a reason. I go too far when I let my dominant self out to play. I'm a sadist, not just dominant, and there have been times when it's been too close, when I just barely pulled back from that edge of not knowing or caring what I'm doing. I'd rather not be in control than lose control, you know?

j knows this from experience. A lot of guys don't take a young top seriously, but j has bottomed for me before. He knows I can scare him and he likes it.

He handed me his butterfly knife.

Black handles, Damascus etching. Sharp enough to break his skin if I pressed with enough force against any sensitive skin plumped with blood...

I traced the sensitive nubs of his nipples with the slanted tip of his knife, mostly pressing the side of the blade against his stiffening nipples. The cold metal really sets him off- I could see his thick cock hardening, and when I pressed the point into his areola, or ran the knife over his nipples, his cock would twitch.

I like to tease and threaten him with the knife- press the sharp side of the knife against the base of his nipple, enough to let him feel its edge, and whisper how I could just press a little harder, and start sawing through his nipple, and watch the blood drip over his chest. I could stop halfway through and leave him with the paradox of a nipple in agony that might never again have full sensation. His cock will shrink at this, and I'll press the knife again, and lean over his chest, with my lips against his ear, and my warm breath will tickle his skin as I'll whisper how I would lick away his blood.

I lifted the edge of the knife and traced starburst patterns and asterisks over the chocolate skin of his nipples, using just the sharp angled point. His cock swelled again. j shifted and groaned. His fat purple cockhead was such a delicious looking target... I just wanted to lick it, graze it with my teeth, run that Wartenberg wheel over the ridge leading from his cockhead, down the shaft, over his taut balls, all the way to his puckered asshole, and back again. Over and over. So I did. The spiky points of the wheel started to catch on his skin. I'd run the wheel over the stretched and swollen skin of his cock, where it's smooth and so thin, and he feels everything magnified...

Playing Doctor

2005-06-09T01:10:00.000-05:00

I told you guys I'd been getting into medical fetish lately... Well, I'm a switch. I'm a masochistic, spanking earning bondage slut, but sometimes the sadistic streak just has to come out. It came out last night.

I had one of my boy toys over, and we were messing around on the computer. I was showing him some stuff I'd drawn on my Wacom tablet and at one point he noticed that the Wartenberg wheel he got me for my birthday was sitting on top of my tower. You should see the one I got- it's about 7 inches long, shiny cold stainless steel, solid but light in my hand. The pins are nice and sharp- it's downright wicked looking.

I picked it up and started running the wheel over my fingertip. He had his eyes on me... he looked hungry. "I wonder how that feels."

Of course, I can't let go of an easy opening like that. (As a phone sex slut, I'm all about easy openings.) I took the wheel in my hand and ran the pinprick blades over his bare skin- first his finger, then the inside of his arm, then I unfastened the top four buttons of his shirt and teased him by running the cold metal spikes over the dark edges of his nipples.

He gasped and held perfectly still, and said, "Do you know what that's doing to me? Cold metal always makes me hard." So of course I wanted to see. And he gave me the best lead-in:

"Have you gotten a chance to use it yet?"

That triggered domme mode. I whipped out my trademark evil smirk and turned my full attention to him. He can see the change in my eyes- he focused in, and started paying very close attention. If I'm ever in femdom mode for more than a minute, he gets this hopeful, excited look. Then I rip up his brain. It's awesome.

My tone got slower, my words more precise, but my voice was turning playful and teasing. "I'm going to go take care of something. When I come back, I want you to be totally naked."

"But-" He started taking off his clothes. I stood up, walked to the door, and turned to face him.

"I expect you to be totally naked when I come back." The look I shot him pinned him in place. His hands fell to his sides. I closed the door behind me and went to find the gloves.

Some of my relatives work in hospitals- I can't remember which one gave me the box of sterile exam gloves, but they are useful beyond belief. I washed my hands thoroughly and pocketed the gloves. It's always more fun to put them on with an audience...

I brushed my hair until it shone, and slicked on some shiny, cherry red lip gloss. It was sticky and sweet but the smooth polished finish and deep, juicy color screamed femme fatale. I licked my lips, winked at my reflection, and went back to my room.

I opened the door and peeked in- 'Mmm, naked flesh on my bed. Must see more.' He hadn't looked at me yet. What a good toy. I stepped forward and pushed the door closed behind me, hearing it click shut. He was laying on his belly, facedown and totally naked.

"Good... I see you did what I asked." He turned his head to look at me. "Very good. I'll need to have a few things ready; it'll take me a minute to set them out." I laid the Wartenberg wheel on my chair. Next to it, I set my smooth, pearly white rubber G-spot vibrator- not as long as my other vibe, but menacingly thick to a man with his virgin ass in the air. The look of sheer paranoia on his face made my clit feel warm and my pussy walls twitch.

"Where's my bottle of lube?"

"I... I have no idea." Not that I expected him to know- it's my place, not his.

"Find it."

He did find it, but it took a while. I can just imagine the terror he felt at wondering what I'd do if he didn't find it.

I laid the lube next to the vibrator, slid the first exam glove onto my hand, and snapped the wrist into place. He jumped.

The second glove didn't snap quite as well, but tugging and tightening it with the proper villainess attitude goes a long way.

(more later; today was a long day)

I sound like a 40 year old smoker.

2005-06-03T03:26:00.000-05:00

Bleah. I haven't been working this past week because I caught the nastiest fucking bug. I'll spare you the details... No, I won't. I was puking for the first 24 hours straight, and afterwards it settled into my chest and I was just coughing up stuff you wouldn't even believe. Day-glo green. Eugh. My throat was so sore it felt like I'd been gargling sandpaper, and I was so dizzy I could hardly walk. My housemates made me soup and talked me into dropping my 2nd semester Java course (I was taking it over the summer)... just as well. It turned into bronchitis.

Bronchitis. Well, happy fucking birthday to me. Yaaay. Did I mention I don't have health insurance?

Dammit.

I bank on my voice, dammit. I sound young and playful. I AM young and playful. This past week I've been sounding like an old hag- and bitching about it to anyone who'll listen, in my horrible grating hag voice. ~winks~ Evil? Yes! And proud of it.

I'm almost better though, I think. Some more soup tomorrow (Gods, I am sick of soup) and lemon honey tea and maybe I can work. Uh, don't mind the coughing. It's sexy... a sexy coughing thing, like my sexy gag reflex!

Ladies, believe me, gag reflexes are fucking hot. I had no idea my gag reflex was sexy until I started this job. My guys all love to hear me gag. It's awesome. I used to go out of my way not to gag when I went down on a guy, because it was an ego thing for me not to. I'm a blowjob perfectionist. But it's apparently an ego thing for them... when a guy can make a girl who, for example, gives a lot of head, gag... then he figures he has some mighty man meat there. He feels the power of his cock. Something like that.

I don't fake it when I go down now, but I've stopped trying to disguise it so much when I do have to give in and gag a little. Of course, I have to watch it, or most of the guys I go down on are then falling over themselves to ask if I'm all right... That's not the effect I'm going for. When they're unable to sit up enough to ask me, or better yet, unable to form words and speak, then I have truly done my work.

There is indeed an art to the blowjob, and even the humble handjob. One day I'll expound on this. Yess.

In the meantime, if anyone has a coughing fetish, uh... let me know. I can definitely help ya out for the next two days at least. And if you aren't already reading this stripper blog, you should be, because Stefanie is a damn good storyteller.

I feel old now.

2005-05-23T22:00:00.000-05:00

Wow, I haven't written in a while! My birthday was on Saturday- my last teenage birthday (19). Aww! My friends took me out dancing, and I got some books on Pagan sexuality, the new Flogging Molly CD, and (from one of my special friends!) one of those Wartenburg wheels:

I've been getting into medical fetish lately. It's so fun to be helpless and under someone else's authority, just for a little while, knowing they can do whatever they want to you... and that cold, clinical detachment is so sexy. It makes me feel even more vulnerable- you can just about taste the sadism in the air. *shivers*

I don't really feel 19, you know? I mean, this past year I've changed a lot. I went from being a shy little pervert who wouldn't talk to anyone to having fuckbuddies, being a phone sex operator and actually living some of my kinky fantasies. It's kind of a porno cliche, now that I think about it! Heh. All that just from posing naked for my 18th birthday...

Like all dumb things involving nudity, it was based on one of three things: A dare, booze, or lust/love. Guess which one it was? *winks*

It was a dare from someone I had a crush on. So, um, two. I would've maybe done it anyway though. I finally had guys telling me I was pretty and sexy and I was tired of being shy and trying to live up to my parents' strict rules, so I figured it was time to change and change drastically. I wound up taking a lil' trip out to see an amateur photographer (well... an amateur porn photographer, I don't think he was an amateur!) and I got to feel sexy and get paid for it. I'm still too shy to do cam- it took him hours to loosen me up!- but it was definitely progress.

The weird thing is, because of the way we set it up, now I keep seeing my own naked ass looking at me when I'm surfing for porn... heh. Not too often thank Gods, but every now and then, and let me tell you it's pretty damn distracting! I'll be teasing my clit, looking at some sexy girl getting tied up or double dicked or whatever, and I'll glance over at a different image and go, "Shit, those are MY tits!" It's freaky. I'm out there... and I'm naked! It's the most random sites too, I swear. If anyone has any random sightings of me post them in comments- it cracks me up all the places I see myself.

I got to keep the pics he took though, and use them for my new business... they're better than any I could've taken myself, and I needed the money for college. But he sells them to other people. It's a weird thought. I try not to think about it too much. *lol*

Angsty in Pink

2005-05-09T23:28:00.000-05:00

At present, I talk about sex for a living. I guide the horny, the bored, and the kinky to orgasms that would have been lonelier otherwise. I'm generally thinking about sex most of the time. Not as often as when I was 16, no. I can sometimes think about something else for a whole hour now. But it's pretty much sex.

I have a pretty high sex drive. When I'm in a relationship I have to turn the volume down on my libido so I don't make my significant other feel guilty- and so I don't wander around complaining about being undersexed. Um... maybe that's where the guilt comes from?

I'm currently not getting much. It's making me weird in the head. I'm thinking about moving to Nevada and becoming a hooker just so I'll be closer to satisfied. I'd love having sex four, five times a day. I'm not joking. I've looked into it. The heat would kill me though. Look at me. Now picture me after an hour in the Nevada sun. Crispy!

Hell, I'd be pretty sore, but... Ever notice how much happier you are after an orgasm, and how you're on a more even keel mentally and emotionally? I get crazy mood swings when I'm not "getting enough." Crazy like a straitjacket. Actually I'd kinda like a straitjacket.

I was never a teenage slut. I kind of wish I'd gotten it out of my system. This is my punishment. This is my curse. Arrrgh.

I have a brand new vibe (courtesy of a sexually frustrating lover) and I can't use it because it'll wake him up.

Know what? It's times like this when I wanna call a phone sex girl, and I would, too. I know there are plenty who don't mind female callers (self included). Problem is, it'd wake him up, bringing us back to the original dilemma.

This is why I started gaming.

In the meantime, this man is possibly the funniest teacher in the world.

Listen to me suck it - and updates

2005-05-07T16:50:00.000-05:00

Hey! Finals are finally over. We didn't get grades yet, so I have no idea how the hell I did except for two classes: Microec, I thought I was getting a C in, and I got a B. Java, I had a low A average all semester. Then two of my other classes assigned projects in the last two weeks of the semester... while I was working on my Java projects.

So since I was doing worse in those two, I had to skip the Java projects. Which brought me down to a C, so if I don't pass those other two classes I am going to be fucking pissed.

I've been trying Second Life lately. (If you join, mention Avalon Quinn? It helps me out. Thanks!) I really like MUDs and the occasional MUSH, so this is my first 3d MMORPG. The navigating took some getting used to. That and my new mouse doesn't like me. I mean, it's a MOUSE. How complicated can it be? But no, it's some damn 5-button optical WonderThing, that my system is randomly not recognizing. I have to plug in my Wacom stylus until I can reboot. I'm thinking the stylus is part of the problem, even when it's not actually plugged in, but I don't want to uninstall, test, reinstall, and reconfigure the damn thing because I'm trying to draw pinups in PSP, dammit.

Never had problems with my system before this fucking MOUSE. Oh, and SL keeps crashing, but that's because my system is not a 3d gaming system. It is an unmodded emachine, about 1 year old. Fine for creating graphics, but asking it to run SL while I read my forums is like trying to make it deep-throat a 10-inch cock while singing showtunes. Even if I give up on the showtunes, it's gonna gag.

Oh! A perfect segue!

I made a new recorded phone sex listing on Niteflirt. I'm being taught to deepthroat a cock, and I gag and whimper and beg.

Wanna hear?

Grr, I just realized that the default link I get from Niteflirt isn't XHTML compliant... I was about to fix that, but then I thought, why?

...and did it anyway.

I need to just dance and sing happy songs and slap some ass or something.

An aside: Apparently a lot of phone ho's play The Sims, MUDs (believe it or not), UO, etc. between calls. Of course when you consider that MUDs and sex stories were kinda my training ground for talking dirty, it does make sense...

xo!

Katie

Busy Weekend

2005-04-18T12:24:00.000-05:00

I couldn't log on hardly at all this weekend (dammit). I was too busy with other stuff... a date or two, eating out with friends, and shopping yesterday. I picked up a pair of sexy tight white pants and a pink striped button-up shirt (what I like to call an easy access shirt), and some political books. I know, I'm hopeless. I wound up spending like $50 on books alone, so I'm spending today logged in but so far it's been slow.

I did get one call, but that was kind of confusing because while I'm a switch, I only have submissive listings up, and he called my submissive cocksucking teen listing wanting domination- his. So I told him to spank his balls (and heard him doing it, yum!) and called him some names and he hung up. Two minute call. Not that I blame him- but it takes a girl longer than a few seconds to switch from submissive to dominant headspace! Next time that happens I'm gonna stall by finding out their specific style while I make the switch. Poor guy.

On the upside I think that's only the second hangup I've ever gotten, and the first guy was a notorious one minute man. I'm not sure if I should email this poor subbie and apologize and say he caught me off guard calling my submissive listing, or just let it pass and figure we're both not at our best today.

Figures, I start this entry complaining that it's slow and I get a couple of two minute calls! LOL. One guy called (again, my submissive listing... about damn time I made a dom one it seems!) wanting to wear my panties. Let me just say I *love* a sissy boy in panties! So I put him in my silky pink ones and made him cum for me. He didn't have much time though. I guess people are on their lunch breaks? Hmm.

Definitely time to make a dom listing or two. I definitely want to get some forced feminization guys and I like cuckolding too... I've got some time to think about it. Dammit, I want more calls. I'm sooo horny- it's been a month since I had any real sex. Girls, this is what happens when you're generous with the blowjobs. My new motto is "Ladies First!" Seems like otherwise nobody cares if the kinky girl gets off. And I really need to get off; when I go too long without a real orgasm I get crazy-ass mood swings. It's not pretty.

Spank it harder, faster, and LOUDER!

2005-04-09T01:56:00.000-05:00

The louder part is very important, especially if you're me.

Cupping my hand as I spank myself helps, and I've found out the top left corner of my bed has a cool echo, but I still turned my ass all pink and red. I mean, I could just smack a pillow or something but nooo, I'm the kind of masochistic pervert phone sex slut that forgets to grab my slapper, grab a pillow and give my ass some mercy after it starts to sting! And by that time it's too late. I'm rushing to the bed so I can lie down, crook my cordless between my neck and shoulder, and free up my phone hand for more "important" activities like taking care of my throbbing clit.

My boy toys all love to spank me because it really does get me soaking wet. Sometimes I've cum just from getting spanked right where my pussy meets my ass. My eyes glaze over and I raise my ass and beg them to spank me harder... or do SOMETHING harder anyway.

Oh, c'mon, I'm a phone ho. You know what I'm really telling them.

Speaking of spanking, amateur phone sex, and boy toys, I had another awesome call tonight. (It's been dead since then of course, dammit!) A repeat caller, who has a very sexy voice and likes to hear his little slut spank herself for him. I'm not going to go into all the ~~drippingwetdelicious~~ sordid details here but let's just say we both had a lot of fun... at least it sounded like he did and I know I sure did! Mmm, thanks again for taking Your slut over Your knee Sir.

Thing is, I'd had boy toy J. sleeping over and he'd had a long day at work and fallen asleep early. He knew I wanted to take some calls while he slept and didn't mind because he is a very secure boy toy. Well... while I was spanking myself, Sir ordered me to lie down and spank my pussy and breasts. So I did, and J. apparently woke up while I was zoning out to Sir's voice and the spankings, because when Sir rewarded me by having me get on my knees in front of him and showing me his cock (mmm!) and then shoved his cock into my mouth and fucked my face, I was fucking my face with my dildo and moaning, and I glanced up and Sir's cock wasn't the only one that was hard for me!

I decided to give him a show and make myself moan louder for Sir at the same time and started running my fingers along my slit while I deepthroated the dildo until I gagged. I was rewarded with hearing what a good slut I'd been for my master (sometimes silence speaks volumes... hee hee, hope you have a GREAT night Sir) and then I offered to do the same favor for J.

He likes waking up to me at work now. Hehehe.

Nubile lesbian sex (and politics)

2005-04-06T16:05:00.000-05:00

OK, I'm about to get semi-political.

New Hampshire set up a commission to study civil unions after legislators last year refused to recognize gay marriage.

For ban supporters, the key difference is a vote of the people.

"When the people are given a chance to decide, their view is overwhelming," said Peter Sprigg at the conservative Family Research Council. "Every state that had this on the ballot passed it. It shows to me there is a tremendous grass roots consensus that marriage is between a man and a woman."

Voters will decide the question in Alabama in June 2006, and in South Dakota and Tennessee at the 2006 election. Bills are also moving forward in Minnesota, South Carolina and Texas to put the measure on the ballot there.

Meanwhile, courts are continuing to hash out the dispute, giving hope to both sides. A California state judge ruled last month that the state law banning gay marriage was unconstitutional and that gay couples can marry. A New York state judge ruled along similar lines in February. Both decisions are under appeal.

"To be frank, every time one of those decisions comes down it just adds fuel to the fire for our efforts," Sprigg said. "Courts are trying to take the decision out of the hands of the people."

-N. England Bucks Trend on Gay Marriage Ban, AP via Yahoo

The part that really gets me is this: When did the rights of the minority become subject to a vote of the majority?

Fun question: Ask some of the people around you what religions they would outlaw the practice of if they had a chance.

Ask them what restrictions they would place on marriage, if they had a chance. (Age, race, religion, beliefs regarding divorce or raising kids... Income, education, and IQ even.)

How about how other people are allowed to raise their kids? That's a good one... Everyone has an opinion on how other people should raise their kids.

This is one of the big reasons America is a republic and not a pure democracy. Mob rule sucks, people, especially if you're not part of the mob. If you are it might not seem so bad, until the mob starts looking for dissent in the ranks.

No matter how much some people piss me off, I can't (and wouldn't if I could) stop people from advertising religion door-to-door- or worse, using sneaky tactics towards kids. I do get to put up a big "Beware of Dog" sign and tell kids what that pizza party/lock-in is really about. Better yet- I could just tell evangelists I'm Pagan, but we can talk anyway if they want. That's what I do in real life and I've had some really cool conversations that way and made some unexpected friends.

We can disagree and still be civil. It's not gonna fuckin' kill us.

So what does that have to do with gay marriage?

It shouldn't be put to a vote, period. Why do I get to decide whether or not someone I don't even know gets married?

Gay people aren't going to stop living together, loving each other, and fucking like bunnies just because they can't get married. I understand in part it's about withholding that last acceptance- the big societal OK. Whether it's strictly civil, strictly the religious blessing, or both, there are objectors. And I understand that reasons of personal conscience may vary. I understand this is a hard issue to let go of for a lot of people. But...

If your life was put to a majority vote, what that you love would you get to keep, and what would you have to lose to mob rule?

Forget your kinky porn. The kinkier, the faster it's gone. Forget your harmless ageplay fantasies, forget your D/s sex. D/s is very politically incorrect, never mind that sex shouldn't be politically correct. It doesn't need to be. It just needs to be between consenting adults, and a serious turn-on.

Personally I'm holding out for the day when I'll get to marry either a man or a woman, or a man AND a woman. Since that won't be for another 50 years and I'll be too old to enjoy the wicked huge bed every night I'll settle for a nubile lesbian bride, in whatever state, in the next 5-10 years.

Mmm... nubile lesbian sex! See, I'm ending on a happy note. LOL.

I fuckin' love my job

2005-04-06T02:20:00.000-05:00

The typical workday of a phone sex slut (okay, this amateur phone sex girl):

I get home from classes (or I'm just waking up), get a steaming hot cup of tea and some food, and either put on or take off some clothes. Sometimes I skip the putting on part- either way, I usually like to start work wearing a t-shirt and panties. Notice how I said start? I usually end work with the panties around my ankles and the t-shirt on the other side of my bed. Hehe.

Time to turn on my monitor... I sit down at my work desk (which is actually a work and play desk) in my bedroom, look to see if I got any mail, check the boards I'm on, and log in to Niteflirt. I grab my shiny metallic red cordless phone and sit it next to my desk, making sure the ringer's on. While I'm waiting for my email to download I'll open up some erotic story sites to read in between calls... I love answering "What are you doing?" with "Reading a story where a girl gets kidnapped, blindfolded, tied up and raped- and playing with my pussy." Gotta stay wet between calls, right? (I'll take any excuse to sit in my panties and read smut.)

I have kind of a little ritual I do before I log on. I pop a hard candy in my mouth to keep my throat moistened and give me something to suck. I fasten my little studded and spiked black collar snugly around my neck, take a sip of water, and change my availability to Taking Calls. Usually between the collar step and the availability step my finger's found its way to my slit. Whoops.

If nobody's calling to play with me I'll make a new listing, reply to emails, read a book, or screw around online. I'm always tempted on a slow day to start gaming online again but it's way too addictive and I don't ever want to be forced to choose between a hot roleplay online and a hot roleplay on the phone! Phone will win, but it'll be close.

Right before I answer a call I always get on my knees like a good submissive. It sets the mood better than sitting in my chair typing away and makes me give the caller my full attention. I started doing it without even meaning to; it just feels natural.

Yes- I really do play with myself on calls! If I seem a little distracted and I'm gasping or moaning a lot between words just tell me to get my fingers out of my pussy and wait until you've had your turn... hehe. I try to be a good girl and do what I'm told. Key word try. I can always cum right after I've heard yours... Did I mention I love hearing a guy's orgasm? Mmm.

Speaking of orgasms this week has been the week of callers with cool accents. And when I say cool I mean sexy. Southern accents, British accents... yum. What a treat to hear! I am one happy phone ho.

2005-04-06T01:47:00.000-05:00

Tease shot