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Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-03-12 23:16:11
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 [ smile ]).
There undergo been several rather yummy calls. A constant inquiry from new callers is “what’s your favorite type of phone sex call?” I desire 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 exceed crowd [ smile ]).
Sissy phone sex calls are great whether it’s sensual girl talk 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 be to alter for/act some measure warming up to are the hardcore humiliation calls. I do “mean” (sexy mean cruel convey bitchgoddess mean) but with some advance notice so can I clean off that part of me.
This is where my girlfriends get jealous: guys be to do what their wants. Even the ones that resist at first they want to be forced to refer — and refer they will. Force desire Baskin-Robbins comes in many flavors. Seductive harsh brutal…in my head 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 force?
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If as my doctor predicted last year I have 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 spend my days on a beach somewhere sucking on popsicles and reading trashy and not so trashy books. I promise 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 time 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 label 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. Please
Boy gave me a workout (that I gave back [ smile ] ). We talked for a while: sexy communicate flirty talk downright dirty communicate. We’d move back and forth rather seamlessly and some pretty hot energy was built. When the call was over. I chuckled a bit at his exhaustion. I explained to my friend how the call 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
I will be starting around 8 pm earlier if my grocery delivery arrives (pink latex dresses online grocery shopping temporary tattoos: yes life gets exceed than these but damn. Talk about nice).
Come talk to your between the hours of 8 pm - 2 am. Loads of friends have mentioned how sexy my voice is sounding so you’re in for a treat.
When I’ve fully moved I’ll return to posting…we’ll talk about the demoness the princess pink latex dominatrix outfits (yes!) the turn of new informative essays about female domination over at The Library of curl adventures with The Voice (note the capitalization) my blond moment that lasted a year audio-wise and…………
Every so often I get a caller who spends the last 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 alter being a move of it — it’s awe-inspiring seeing (hearing?) what the body/mind is capable of.
These calls work when I hear my caller breathing — you’d be amazed at how many quiet callers are there. I’m not normally a moaner but I’ve been working on it. In real life. I have an incredibly expressive face (cool for two reasons — one my partner can be at me and see if I’m enjoying his ministrations and two my partner has to look 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 even having audible breathing) some callers have no changes in pitch or inflection. It’s rather disconcerting. I’m so used to hearing somebody smile or grin (you are too I bet. You can comprehend when someone’s happy over the phone even if they’re not obvious about it). Without the signals of breathing pitch or inflection these calls (all over the spectrum) are weird — it’s like trying to copulate with Ben Stein (as oppose to playing with Mr. Stein. Does he still undergo a game show?).
This mind/be orgasm isn’t limited to or though those two are the most likely suspects. The caller isn’t hypnotized or even in a appeal 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 beat 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 drive gave me the beat orgasm I’ve had in awhile (and put the heat to rest. Finally [grateful sigh]).
The posts lately have been a bit uneven and less structured/elegant than usual (I hope I’m usually elegant). Since I’ve got sex on the brain it’s a given. Would elegant sex change surface 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 find with either the incredibly cerebral callers or feminization callers. Ah feminization — communicate 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 want their orgasm tasting of humiliation. Some of them have fantasies that alter me color (lucky bastards [smile]). But there are some who go to from the other align 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 process (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 even catch a hint of the smell of me. I’m actually more excited than earlier but I can live 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 group 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 people 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.
cater 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 have been in private or a fit 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 cater.” 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. Well they tried. Life and sex (like 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 wanton 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 blueprint for a magnificent. Be larger than life know what you be go after it seduce and terrify in equal 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 telecommunicate 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 heat… 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 last for hours. It’d hit the spot - repeatedly - alter 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 cook leads to imagining what dinner will taste 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 play continue leads to considering getting one myself leads to imagining what it would conclude like to undergo a studded tongue used on me. More cursing concerning the hunt.
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 masturbate (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 interpret fairy tales as truth (a great topic better saved for another post 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 have been applied to women since Eve. Rereading fairy tales it’s easy to construe “wanton” where the word is “wicked”. The language used to describe 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 head 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 quote?) and said “great power comes great responsibility.”
My responsibility towards callers varies with the caller (desire 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 call when we were able to get him a full body orgasm courtesy of whatever kink I dragged out of him.
- hell anything out in the margins on the edges where pleasure and hurt 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 beat part 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 call 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 want to fly with me but I’ve got to walk them at first get a conclude 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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