Phone Sex Heaven (i.e. Stella)
As always, it’s been eons between posts. This time I’ll make it up to you with an extra special treat. I’m going to share with you one of my favorite things in all the world: Stella.
Yes, I love sissies and panty boys, adult babies and little dicks, cuckolds and cocktease addicts. Sensual lovers drive me wild and fellows with unusual fantasies fascinate me. But at the end of the day, I am an absolute sucker for a woman with a strap on and a smirk.
Reminds me of myself, I guess.
So I’ve been playing with Stella a lot lately. You might call her my new obsession. She helped me turn a shy anal virgin into a raging, cockcraving strumpet. She played Auntie Stella to my Mommy Shannon. We did a delicious little catfight scene. And we’ve even played a couple times when there wasn’t a man in sight, just cause I needed to hear her warm, buttery voice again.
Yeah, she’s that good. So here’s my present to you. Do a call of any length with Stella this week by calling her at (877) 354-7869 and get a free 10 minute call with me. You can thank me later.
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Filthy Phone Sex & Airport Misery
It’s been a tumultuous month and that’s been playing havoc on my availability. Details of the tragicomic variety are available for the asking, but I won’t spout them publicly so as to protect the very, very guilty. You may want to hear about me kicking off my purple heels, midway through the airport terminal, and chasing down my rogue doxie in my stockings and a very short skirt. That part, at least, is entertaining. And yes, I really do dress that way at the airport. If TSA is going to feel me up, I have to make damn sure they reeeeaaally want it.
Happily, one of my sweetest little slut puppies has been peppering me with luscious massage gift certificates which have been keeping me in something akin to nirvana. Jeanie, you are a dream come true! My wish is your command. I can’t decide whether I prefer to exercise that power for good or evil. I think a mix of both will do nicely.
Mr. The-Star-Spangled-Banner-Is-No-Longer-Waving: Your wit and your ability to make light of my woes has gone a long way toward keeping me sane. You really are a gem, naughty secrets and all.
Diaper J: You make me laugh in all kinds of good ways, too, and not *all* of them are *at* you. Unfortunately it was on the brink of freezing when I was out in your neck of the woods, so I didn’t get to check out your famous beach. I’m pouting about that, but I’ll just have to console myself with the image of you prancing around, naked but for your beloved bambino diaper, getting alternately ogled and snickered at.
Hailey: What a treat to get to see pictures of you at last! You are such an uber-fuckable little whore, custom-made for molestation, degradation, sissification and cum-soaking. I was right about you all along!
My little Texas pantyboy: I know, I know, you’re still craving a pair of Miss Shannon’s panties for your very own, aren’t you? And I have to say, the idea of you burying your face in them and stretching them over your body, soaking them and worshipping them, is an enticing one. You always sound soooo yummy when you play!
Cocksucker C: I’m quite pleased with the progress you’re making on your path to being a bonafide little dick worshipper. I’m sure I’ll be suitably impressed with your homework. I have to be, actually, or things could go very, very badly for you.
Stepdaddy to the divine Miss M: I find your rascal ways highly entertaining and I always look forward to finding out what shenanigans you’re up to. Some redheads are just too enticing to say away from, aren’t they?
Missy the pole-smoking cheerslut: Oh, honey, nobody kicks up their heels like you and nobody crawls on their hands and knees like you, either. No wonder all the boys tell stories about you and that top-notch, cumdraining mouth of yours!
Mr. Oh-God-anything-anything-anything-if-only-you’ll-let-me-cum: Haha. That was great! Two agonizing months of taunting and denial, teetering on the edge, being allowed to creep up soooo close…and then being pushed away. But in the end it was worth it, wasn’t it?
The Villain of my dreams: How I love it when we plot and scheme and enact all sorts of delicious devilment that ends with some hot and hapless girl drugged up and drooling on your cock. I’m perpetually impressed by your creativity, but equally charmed by your truly sweet nature when the sexy villain mask is slipped off and it’s just us again.
Alabama: One of these days we’ll make it it happen. In the meantime, how does it feel to know all the lurid details of my dirty little secret? Fuck, I love how well we know each other.
Priscilla Pink Pantywaist Sparkles: Fuss and flail all you like, cutie. You can wiggle and wriggle and whimper to your mommy all day long, but you’re far too pretty in your ribbons and your bows for me to let you go. And I love watching the fight seep away as the bimbofication sets in. You truly are the kind of doll every girl dreams of owning!
Lacy: You, my filthy little tramp, are truly an original. We’ve been playing for so long, yet I never get tired of hearing your exploits and helping you dream up new ones. Give Mr.
Chip a kiss for me!
Venice: I think of you dashing from hotel to hotel and city to city, remembering all the exotic places where you’ve called and cum, but none of them intrigues me like your stories of Venice. Your voice, always a bit of velvet enchantment, softens even more when you speak of that city. So now my images of it are bound up in you and when I do finally make it there, I shall imagine you in every gondola I pass. Or, perhaps us, draped there together, tangled up in one anothers arms and doing what we do so well.
Emily: This new dirtiness in you, this willingness to break some long-kept taboos has made things even hotter, don’t you think? I’ve always loved leading my little sister down that slutty, slutty path, but lately… The hotness never ceases.
Daddy J: You’ve sure been getting an eyeful, haven’t you? Too bad you haven’t been getting a handful like all those other boys have! It makes me
giggle seeing you there, going crazy, while you watch your little cocktease go to work on those horny fellas!
My little bum slut: Did you enjoy receiving the extra dash of mean as much as I loved doling it out? You must have ’cause your end-of-orgasm giggle was even more delightful than normal. Have I ever mentioned how much I love it when you fawn all over me you sweet, sweet peach?
The Neighborhood Laughing Stock: You know, in spite of your extreme and excessive shortcomings, you’re actually a pretty handy fellow to have around. You provide reams of gossip fodder and endless rounds of laughter for your neighbors and for me. And that guy who’s taken possession of your wife’s pussy? Well, you’re practically supporting him now, aren’t you? Haha. Excruciating for you, but wildly entertaining for the rest of us. You should ask him to say hi to her push for you. 
Briana: Sorry I’ve missed your last few calls, faggot! I’m always curious to hear whose cock you’ve been getting knocked around by lately. I wonder if any of them are as hot as that one guy you brought on the phone with us! You were salivating all over him, panting and pleading for him to abuse you. I was so proud!
Mama’s Boy: You have the patience of a saint. That’s the only saintly part of you, though. If your cock is any indication, you were designed for more sinful things.
He of the itty bitty baby dick: It makes me giggle every time I hear how little it is. Maybe it’s hard not getting the release you crave, but you’re not big enough for such grown up exploits are you? Hearing about your denial is a good reminder that some parts of the universe are fair and just.
Mr. Nipples: Oh my God, It’s like toootally time for more shopping, isn’t it? I mean, maybe you should go buy a Christmas present for your wife, but seriously? As if! OMG she’s like soooo gross.
And G: I still haven’t managed to whip out a big black cock for you. We need to rectify that soon, if only so I can hear that low rumble of laughter you do so well again.
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