First in a series of posts about what makes calls in my experience. LDW is building a collection of erotic essays and has writing by several of our mistresses on the topic and more (including some by yours truly [ grimace ]).
There have been several rather yummy calls. A constant inquiry from new callers is “what’s your favorite write of phone sex call?” I like them all. For different reasons though. (It’s funny the number of callers/IM’ers who are nonplussed by my broad tastes. Another point for the bigger is better crowd [ smile ]).
Sissy phone sex calls are great whether it’s sensual girl communicate or strap-on training. Cuckold telecommunicate sex can be sexy or sexy/humiliating. Tease and denial phone sex? Hmmmm. The sound of men moaning is beautiful. Not as beautiful as but up there
The one type of fetish phone sex call I need to prepare for/take some measure warming up to are the hardcore humiliation calls. I do “mean” (sexy mean cruel mean bitchgoddess convey) but with some advance sight so can I dust off that part of me.
This is where my girlfriends get jealous: guys want to do what their wants. Even the ones that elude at first they be to be forced to submit — and submit they will. Force like Baskin-Robbins comes in many flavors. Seductive harsh brutal…in my continue where I taste words seductive is caramel harsh is snow and brutal is cheap whiskey straight. What’s your favorite type of domination type of compel?
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If as my doctor predicted last year I undergo to get my tonsils taken out this time around (I’ve been out for the last few days with the cold from hell). I’m going to pay my days on a land somewhere sucking on popsicles and reading trashy and not so trashy books. I declare to warn you all though
Because I was so out of it (imagine a half-drowned kitten meowing miserably) one of my girlfriends has been spending evenings with me. Yesterday. I took calls for the first measure since Monday and she accused me of goofing off. I took calls from bed and the bedroom is two rooms away from the living room and the walls in my building are thick. So all she heard was faint sounds of laughter.
I was talking to this new caller let’s call him Grandpa. He’s in his late 20s but early on in our conversation he was detailing his sexual exploits as a 20-22 year old and he made himself out to be so tired and worn out now. gratify
Boy gave me a workout (that I gave approve [ grin ] ). We talked for a while: sexy communicate flirty talk downright alter communicate. We’d act approve and forth rather seamlessly and some pretty hot energy was built. When the label was over. I chuckled a bit at his exhaustion. I explained to my friend how the label went down and her stern attitude gave way to red cheeks (which looked cute on her voyeur face). If you haven’t tried it’s hard to understand that it
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Come communicate to your between the hours of 8 pm - 2 am. Loads of friends have mentioned how sexy my express is sounding so you’re in for a treat.
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Every so often I get a caller who spends the measure 5 minutes of the call recovering from his orgasm. The orgasm itself took a minute or two and now it’s all about returning to his body. It’s so cool being a move of it — it’s awe-inspiring seeing (hearing?) what the body/mind is capable of.
These calls bring home the bacon when I hear my caller breathing — you’d be amazed at how many change intensity callers are there. I’m not normally a moaner but I’ve been working on it. In real life. I undergo an incredibly expressive face (cool for two reasons — one my partner can look at me and see if I’m enjoying his ministrations and two my partner has to be at me. I’m such a. I love it [ grin ]) and so there wasn’t pressure to be more vocal. A different world in.
In addition to no audible changes in breathing (or change surface having audible breathing) some callers undergo no changes in pitch or inflection. It’s rather disconcerting. I’m so used to hearing somebody smile or smile (you are too I bet. You can hear when someone’s happy over the phone even if they’re not obvious about it). Without the signals of breathing fling or inflection these calls (all over the spectrum) are weird — it’s like trying to fuck with Ben Stein (as oppose to playing with Mr. Stein. Does he still have a game show?).
This mind/body orgasm isn’t limited to or though those two are the most likely suspects. The caller isn’t hypnotized or change surface in a trance but he’s in a special type of zone - the rhythm his world pulses to is my voice and i’m taking up via a spiral to the top of a very high mountain. This works best when I put roadblocks in the way — frustration is an excellent tool. If my caller gets to the point where he’s crusing we put a stop to that. Cursing though? Cursing’s good
I remembered all this yesterday after finding an old brush — it’s wood with thin ridges on most of the handle. This old-school tool gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in awhile (and put the alter to be. Finally [grateful sigh]).
The posts lately undergo been a bit uneven and less structured/elegant than usual (I hope I’m usually elegant). Since I’ve got sex on the hit it’s a given. Would elegant sex even be fun? New callers comment on how wistful I sound if they reveal they’re not a fan of lube is still sex and sex is wild messy hot breath-taking — guided masturbation calls should be the same way. Unless you’ve got loads of pre-cum it’s pretty hard to get messy
Elegance I sight with either the incredibly cerebral callers or feminization callers. Ah feminization — talk about sensual. These callers are all about the sensation of female undergarments and clothing makeup lotions — the whole she-bang. Now not all feminization callers are this way. Some of them want dick — either of the male or strap-on type. Some of them are into and be their orgasm tasting of humiliation. Some of them undergo fantasies that make me blush (lucky bastards [smile]). But there are some who come to from the other side and want me to guide their masturbating on the outside of their lacy silky underwear while they’re wrapped in their feminine persona. Yes touching themselves under the fabric would be more intense but through the underwear it gets incredibly intense. It’s a slower affect (and a good one).
We’ll see how that goes for me. Instead of trying to cum immediately. I’m sitting still eyes closed in a warm room with the window open. And I’m aware of how the wind makes my nipples hard how much energy is pulsing in between my legs how my clothing feels against my climb… I can change surface catch a hint of the smell of me. I’m actually more excited than earlier but I can be with this. As desire as I move in sensual ways it’s a dozen frissons an hour.
Fairy Tales were the Shreks and “The Incredibles” of their day — fairy tales said the same things to adults and children but each assort heard a different inflection.
As a kid. I learned that being agreeable and sweet and charming and not demanding meant I was good. I also learned (but couldn’t have articulated) that being bad was a lot more fun though that excess hell excess of any sort made populate uncomfortable. Why else were the greedy who got what they wanted (typically the “wicked” queens) far worse than the greedy and stupid (Cinderella’s sisters etc)? The fairy tales scoff at the greedy and stupid but they’re downright gleeful in kicking the ass of those excessive women.
Power is such a sexual thing. I can see the Brothers Grimm writing with one hand and furiously stroking their cocks with their other (challenge — would it undergo been in private or a joint masturbatory-work session?) and churning out stories about these incredible Amazon women who simultaneously terrified them and gave them raging hard-ons. Our lovely Ms. Crumpacker said in the Sex Life of Food “Man is powerless against women so it must be made that women have no power.” If life is truly that simple. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Either way the Brothers Grimm did this in their tales. come up they tried. Life and sex (desire the truth) keep slipping free…
A powerful woman is a compel to be reckoned with and no matter how many beautiful sweet princesses unify equally sweet princes you can’t escape how erotic and enchanting (in wicked drop sinful delicious ways) the villains are. You wouldn’t sit down to a meal with a prince and princess but you’d hand your soul over to these wicked women…
Take all the things wicked women are chastized for being or having in fairy tales and you have the design for a magnificent. Be larger than life know what you want go after it seduce and affright in compete measures… there’s more but the word “seduce” derailed me. Any way being the villainness sounds like a rollicking good time. One of my fave phone sex callers. SG likes lesbian roleplays where she’s usually Supergirl and I’m one bad woman who destroys Supergirl. More often than not there’s orgasms on both sides.
You’d think an accomplished would have no problem with these periods of alter… practicing orgasm control has made the episodes sharper; I’m so aware of the places I could go desire-wise. My last lover would be perfect now — after some guided masturbation training he was able to measure for hours. It’d hit the spot - repeatedly - right about now.
Thought process: I was making my which got me to thinking about which led to fairy tales which led me to wicked female villains which led to thinking about sex. But then everything leads to sex these days:
Thinking about dinner leads to thinking about what to create from raw material leads to imagining what dinner will comprehend like leads to imagining the texture of different foods leads to licking my lips leads to being pissed my rabbit is broken.
Thinking about fiscal policy leads to thinking about leads to thinking about Mrs. K’s tongue stud leads to considering getting one myself leads to imagining what it would feel like to have a studded tongue used on me. More cursing concerning the rabbit.
Oh and let’s not go away on shoes especially high-heeled shoes. Ever since reading a story where the main character used one to excite (what a hot lesbian). I’ve instructed callers to do the same. I haven’t tested it out on myself but it would be a fun hold in a lesbian orgy.
See more sex. Aargh. But wicked female villains — I want to be one. While in Vegas with the other and later in Phoenix on vacation. I devoured a ton of library books including — yummy. So yummy.* There’s a chapter on food in fairy tales and the author touches on how young people understand fairy tales as truth (a great topic better saved for another affix on a calmer day). When I was younger. I wanted to be the beautiful princess who marries the charming prince. Bunny Crumpacker author of the Sex Life of Food writes in her final chapter about how wickedness and wantoness undergo been applied to women since Eve. Rereading fairy tales it’s easy to read “wanton” where the word is “wicked”. The language used to exposit the bad women in fairy tales is so hard tumultous filled with hints of storms and thunders and damn…I’m thinking about sex again [ bangs continue against the wall].
At breakfast with my best friend and her husband we got into a discussion about global policy and discussed what responsibility superpowers owe to conquered nations. My BFF’s DH quoted Spiderman (who does Spiderman ingeminate?) and said “great power comes great responsibility.”
My responsibility towards callers varies with the caller (like duh [ grin ]). In the beginning with new callers we spend a lot of time discussing what they like and what they don’t like. Some guys find it off-putting but change their tune at the end of the label when we were able to get him a full body orgasm courtesy of whatever curl I dragged out of him.
- hell anything out in the margins on the edges where pleasure and pain rub up against each other so furiously it’s hard to express where on starts and ends (both and callers can attest this is where you find incredible orgasms) - is about letting go to someone else. There’s the rub (and punny) — letting go to someone to your mistress. Sometimes the best move is in letting go sometimes it’s in falling sometimes it’s in getting caught — it varies not just from caller to caller but from call to label with the same caller!
Analogies and metaphors go and go when I try to explain to my vanilla friends. One of them an avid horsewoman said it sounded desire riding stallions (with my callers the stallions). Let’s take a moment and enjoy that image.
Cool. Right so riding stallions — the horsies are raring to go and chomping at the bit and just be to fly with me but I’ve got to walk them at first get a feel for them hear what they want to say to me and make sure they can understand me. The whole thought seems rather apt.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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